I'm Really an Alchemist

Lucius was silent for a long time.

"Why do you want Harry Potter to turn back into the Dark Lord?" He suddenly said, "We obviously have a better choice, isn't Grindelwald far away in New York better, I think he has a way to lift our curse. "

The Death Eaters present looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a moment.

"Lucius." Someone paused, sorted out their language, and then said, "You don't know Grindelwald. He is not a Dark Lord like Voldemort. His ambition and power far exceed our imagination."

Grindelwald has never invaded Britain, which leads to the fact that the local wizards in the UK do not have a deep understanding of Grindelwald.

But wizards in other countries are different.

In their eyes, Grindelwald is far more terrifying than Voldemort. This kind of horror does not lie in his power, but in his demagogic language and ideas that change the magical world.

In other words, most of the Death Eaters who can take refuge in Voldemort want to be masters.

This kind of master is a master above Muggles and half-blood wizards.

And Grindelwald has no concept of a pure-blood family at all. His followers are not only pure-blood wizards, but all wizards with the same philosophy, which gives the pure-blood family a great sense of oppression.

Even if Harry Potter turns back into the Dark Lord, it is easy to master.

But Grindelwald is really different...

If he were to be welcomed back, these former Dark Lord's Death Eaters would not even count as useful pawns in his eyes.

These meanings cannot be elaborated, it is too demoralizing, and what the Death Eaters want to do is to win over the forces that can be drawn, including the neglected British pure-blood families.

But Lucius thought differently from them.

He hated Voldemort very much. Last year, instead of being honored as a pure-blood family, he was occupied by Voldemort for a year as a base in the manor. After Voldemort died, Lucius was very grateful.

Let Harry Potter become the Dark Lord again...

Lucius thought of the Harry Potter he met on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, and his indifferent attitude was still vivid in his memory.

Will turning him back into the Dark Lord change his attitude towards us?

Not really, right?

Seeing that Lucius couldn't be persuaded, the Death Eaters left disappointed.

Draco quickly hid in the shadows, watching these Death Eaters leave the manor with their gloomy faces. He was about to come out when he saw his mother, Narcissa, walking into the office worriedly.

Narcissa filled her husband with black tea.

"Did they say anything?" she asked softly.

Lucius sneered and said, "They wanted to use Draco to approach Harry Potter so that Harry Potter could return to the Dark Lord. Don't worry, I refused."

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Should we maintain a good relationship with Harry Potter? After all, he is now the president of the Magic League." Narcissa hesitated and said, "I have heard that the Ministry of Magic is going to suppress pure-blood families, so we can prepare for it."

Lucius lowered his eyes, quietly looking at the liquid surface of the black tea.

After a while, he raised his head.

"Our destiny cannot be attached to other people's hands. Whether it is honor or power, we must take it back by ourselves!"

"Help me get in touch with other families. The Momeng doesn't care about it for the time being, but Britain is our place. We take root here and inherit it. Whatever the Ministry of Magic wants to do, we must also weigh whether we have the strength!"

"This land, we have been here thousands of years ago, and it will not disappear after a thousand years!"

Draco walked in the manor in some confusion.

He could hear the meaning from his father's words, he still couldn't let go of his power, and wanted to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic by uniting with other pure-blood families.

But is this correct?

Draco Malfoy came to the courtyard at some point, he looked up at the gray sky, and the pride of the pure blood family was mixed with other factors in his heart.

He is proud of being a pure blood family.

And afraid of being a pure-blood family.

Draco, who had studied at Hogwarts for three years, saw the beginning of change even if he pretended to be blind. Before this trend of change, pure-blood families belonged to the conservative and reactionary side.

Belonging to the party that will eventually be crushed.

But my father and mother didn't see this, and neither did most of the pure-blood families in Britain. .

"what should I do?"

Draco suffered from seeing further.

.....

Zhou Qi became the acting headmaster of Hogwarts, and he could use Hogwarts' resources.

He first moved his office to the highest place in the castle with the best view, and took the Sorting Hat and the magic books left by Dumbledore in his office.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sunny balcony, playing with the Sorting Hat in his hand, leisurely admiring the scenery of the water and the sky.

Mental power slowly disintegrated the protective magic of the Sorting Hat, penetrated into it, and analyzed its structure and principle. Zhou Qi finally fulfilled his wish for four years. He has been envious of the Sorting Hat since the day he first came to Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat is not only a hat, it has the marks of the four founders of Hogwarts inside, and it is also a master of Legilimency.

But it only works when it is worn.

Zhou Qi twirled the hat, thinking about how to transform it so that it could become a more effective sorting tool.

"Professor Ivan."

A picture emerged from the mirror and a sound came out.

Minerva McGonagall brought Durmstrang and Principal Beauxbatons to the office door.

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Chapter 453 Chapter 94 The Tri-School Alliance

Maxim looked at the surrounding environment.

The transparent and bright office seems to have a constant stretching spell. The interior space is much larger than the exterior, but the furnishings are extraordinarily simple, including desks, office chairs, vertical bookshelves full of books, and sofa coffee tables for meeting guests.

There are also giant oil paintings of stars on the walls.

This oil painting attracted her attention the most. Although it was a static portrait, it gave people a shocking feeling of being in the starry sky.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

A young Asian man in a gray wizard robe walked out of the inner hall with a smile.

Maxim's attention shifted from oil painting to Asian youths. This was the first time she met this famous Muggle professor, and she used to hear about him in newspapers.

This Muggle has only been around for four years, but he has repeatedly refreshed the three views of the wizarding world.

And now, he is the acting headmaster of Hogwarts.

Don't be negligent.

Even Karkaroff, who was prejudiced against Muggles, bit the bullet and greeted Zhou Qi.

"Professor Ivan, Professor Karkaroff and Madam Maxim are here for the Triwizard Tournament." Minerva-McGonagall explained: "Professor Dumbledore also asked us to hold the Triwizard Tournament together before leaving school." Strong competition."

As she spoke, she nodded to the two principals who were slightly nervous.

Zhou Qi didn't answer, but asked the two principals to sit down, made the black tea himself, and served it with the hands of a master.

"Is this arcane magic? It's really amazing."

Maxim looked at the black tea that was falling smoothly on the coffee table, and was full of admiration.

Karkaroff looked a little stiff. As a former Death Eater, he agreed with Voldemort's ideas, and he rejected the Muggle magic of arcane from the bottom of his heart, let alone seeing it with his own eyes.

He just wanted to end this meeting quickly.

"Professor Ivan, thank you for your hospitality. We are here this time to confirm the relevant matters of the Triwizard Tournament." Karkaroff squeezed out a smile: "After all, this is a grand game, for the safety of the students , can’t tolerate us being sloppy, right?”

Madam Maxim took a sip of her black tea and looked forward to it.

Minerva McGonagall stood behind Zhou Qi, and she had already prepared an argument in her heart. If Professor Ivan didn't quite understand the meaning of the Triwizard Tournament, she would take the initiative to save this task and take over the matters of the Triwizard Tournament.

Zhou Qi put down the teacup in his hand, his smile was still gentle.

"Sorry, Hogwarts will withdraw from the Triwizard Tournament."

Maxim's body trembled, and the teacup in his hand cracked instantly; Karkaroff's smile froze on his face, and he raised his head in disbelief; Minerva McGonagall's eyes widened, and her mouth opened into a socket shape.

"what?!"

The three of them spoke in unison, extremely shocked.

"I'm sorry, please let me discuss it with Professor Ivan." Minerva McGonagall quickly recovered. She smiled apologetically at the two principals who were especially shocked, and swiftly pulled Zhou Qi to the corner.

"Professor Ivan, do you know what you said?"

The vice-principal lost his grace and calmness, and asked questions almost frantically.

Hogwarts withdrew from the Triwizard Tournament, so what's the point of this event?

"Professor McGonagall, calm down first."

Zhou Qi comforted the excited vice principal.

"The Triwizard Tournament is not beneficial to Hogwarts, and I am also thinking of it for Hogwarts."

"This is something that Professor Dumbledore promised!" Minerva-McGonagall breathed heavily, staring at Zhou Qi: "You have rejected the matter that has been settled, what do you make Professor Dumbledore think?"

Do you want to save his face?

Minerva did not say this sentence, but the meaning was revealed in her tone.

Dumbledore's face is none of my business... Zhou Qi thought to himself, but he didn't say it, he just said calmly: "Professor, do you really think the Triwizard Tournament is a good idea, Hogwarts finally stabilized , why do you want to move the sword forward and come out like this?"

"If it's done well, it won't benefit us, but if it goes wrong, it will make us fall to the bottom!"