I'm Really an Alchemist

The Death Eaters are nothing to Zhou Qi, but they can effectively put pressure on Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, and promote the establishment of the three-school alliance from another aspect.

Zhou Qi already hated the mothers-in-law and mothers of these two principals, and now he got in the car and had soup to drink—if he hadn’t decided after Halloween, he would use strong means to incorporate these two schools to ensure the uniqueness of Hogwarts. sex.

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September [-], King's Cross platform.

Different from the desolation and desolation of the other two schools, the school bus area leading to Hogwarts was crowded with people, and wizard families from Britain sent their children to the steam train with tears in their eyes.

"I must write to my mother!"

"Didn't you forget to bring the book, where is the owl, just bring it with you!"

"I practiced Quidditch for two months during the summer vacation. After school starts, I will definitely open your eyes!"

Ron walked behind the Weasley twins, watched the grand occasion of platform nine and three quarters, took a deep breath, and let the joy fill his chest. He had had enough of the boring summer vacation, and wished he could return to Hogwarts sooner. Have fun with your friends.

"Remember, you can't make trouble in school!"

Molly Weasley held Ginny in her arms and reprimanded the giggling Weasley twins.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts this year is Professor Ivan." Ron leaned over and said meanly, "Professor Ivan is not like Dumbledore. Look at how you were taught by Professor Ivan!"

The Weasley twins stared, suddenly thinking of this.

They don't want to be punished for doing test papers and washing toilets, it's a nightmare.

Ron chuckled, pushed the luggage cart in his hand, and slipped into the carriage, forgetting the maddened sounds of the Weasley twins.

He went straight to the No. [-] car. In this car, which was stretched without any trace, and had its own toilet and snack area, all his friends had already arrived.

Hermione turned her head, looked at Ron's stupid look and laughed endlessly.

"This was arranged by Black. I didn't know there was such an exclusive compartment on the train before." Harry said helplessly, "I originally wanted to enter Hogwarts as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect it to be so high-profile!"

"I feel fine."

Ron frantically stuffed himself with snacks, and said vaguely: "You are the president of the Magic League, you deserve such a little privilege, just like the bad Malfoy family, their airs are much bigger than yours!"

Hermione picked up the bread and stuffed it into Ron's mouth.

"Talk after eating, you almost splashed on me!"

Ron patted his chest and swallowed the bread stuck in his throat.

The three laughed happily in the carriage, chatting about the interesting things that happened during the summer vacation, and soon the topic shifted to Hogwarts, and the most worth discussing at Hogwarts at present is none other than the acting headmaster, Professor Ivan.

Hermione was joking.

"Professor Ivan was only a professor of music in the first year, became a professor of arcane in the second year, served as the head of Ravenclaw in the third year, and now is the acting headmaster."

"This position is rising faster than the Firebolt broom, how can he be promoted next year, to be the Minister of Magic?"

Harry Potter has more sources of information because of its position.

He knew that Professor Ivan was just an agent, and the root cause was Grindelwald's escape from prison, and Dumbledore went to America to arrest Grindelwald.

But these things, he did not tell his friends.

It is enough for Grindelwald's incident to worry the Magic Congress of America, and there is no need to cause panic in the European magic circle—even now that Grindelwald has escaped from prison, except that the Magic League is paying attention to overseas developments, the European magic circle has already Forget Grindelwald, even the Daily Prophet doesn't report much overseas.

The train went all the way north and arrived at Hodmog Station at nightfall.

"First-year freshmen follow me!"

On the platform, the half-giant Hagrid held a lantern and held an umbrella, shouting amidst the rolling thunder.

This year's entry night was as stormy as last year's, with icy rain pouring down on everyone and pitiful whines from the first-years who couldn't imagine rowing in such weather.

Harry's trio got out of the carriage, and they happened to be near Hagrid. The three were very pleasantly surprised that Hagrid had returned to Hogwarts.

"Professor Ivan asked me to come back."

The chandelier in Hagrid's hand was shaking, he winked at the three of them, and said, "I can continue to be a teacher of the Protection of Magical Beasts now, and the protection of the Forbidden Forest has also been revoked...although it is at the expense of the centaurs. "

Harry lowered his head and said sadly, "I'm sorry."

In the final analysis, the horse people died because of him.

Hagrid shook his head: 'It's not your fault, Harry!Hey, leaving that aside, how is Buckbeak doing now? '

Harry replied: "It's fine, it was raised in the Eurasian grassland, and it has gained weight!"

"That's good, that's good." Hagrid nodded with emotion, and the first graders in the carriage gathered excitedly. He didn't have time to continue chatting with the three of them, so he just said: "Hurry up and go back to the castle, oh yes Yes, be mentally prepared."

The half-giant's expression was slightly complicated.

"This year's Hogwarts has changed a lot."

After speaking, he held up the chandelier as a guiding light, guiding the hopeful first-year students to the Black Lake and passing by boat according to the tradition.

"dramatic change?"

Ron muttered strangely.

The three of them found a Thestral carriage, flew down at the gate of the castle with curiosity, and, led by the prefect, entered the brightly lit auditorium.

The temperature in the auditorium was very high, which instantly dispelled the chill of the students. When entering the auditorium, hot air rose from the ground, evaporating everyone's rain-drenched clothes, and white steam lingered in the sky, like a fairyland.

The professors were already sitting in their seats, and the one in the center was Professor Ivan.

The eyes of the students first focused on this handsome Asian young man, and then they looked at the other professors, and beside Snape, they found a strange face.

"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Ron sat down next to Harry, carefully studying the unfamiliar faces.

He felt Harry's body stiffen.

Harry stared at the new black arts professor. Tom Riddle, who was talking with Snape, felt his gaze, and the two Dark Lords made eye contact.

Tom Riddle smiled and raised his wine glass, gesturing to Harry Potter.

"You know him?" Ron asked strangely.

Of course I know...Harry Potter replied in his heart, how could I not recognize Tom Riddle, Voldemort, and the second Dark Lord, I have swallowed several Voldemorts!

Harry touched his forehead subconsciously, but he didn't feel the scar on his forehead.

Since devouring Voldemort and filling his soul, the scar on his forehead has never felt pain again.

Harry's eyes moved away from Tom Riddle's face and fell on Professor Ivan. Tom Riddle's appearance at Hogwarts must have been given permission by Professor Ivan, and he chose to believe it.

Not many people can recognize Tom Riddle.

After all, Voldemort himself gave up his name and chose the name Voldemort. After so long, except for a small number of wizards, few people know that Voldemort and Tom Riddle are the same person.

These underage students are even more unclear.

There was a burst of exclamation in the Slytherin area. They discovered that the new black magic professor turned out to be the person who helped Hogwarts invade the night and help them fight the Death Eaters.

Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin area, watching Tom Riddle cautiously.

At this table, perhaps he was the only one who could recognize the connection between Tom Riddle and Voldemort, but even if he recognized it, he didn't dare to point it out openly, and he didn't even dare to pick up on the topics that the people around him were involved in.

"Why is Voldemort here and a professor of the Dark Arts?"

Draco was mad in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

What made him even more speechless was that most of the students around him were in high spirits. They only knew that the new professor of black arts was also a student of Slytherin and possessed the power to crush Death Eaters.

This is enough to make these students who worship the strong cheer for it.

It didn't take long.

Led by the vice-principal Minerva, a group of freshmen who were trembling and pale with cold stepped into the auditorium.

They also felt the invisible warmth rushing towards them, dispelling the chill, steam coming out of their heads, and their clothes becoming dry. The freshmen finally got rid of the bad situation and had the mood to look at the surrounding environment.

Minerva took out a triangular stool, and then a dusty wizard hat, and put them on the stool.

She pulls out a list.

"Why didn't the Sorting Hat sing this year?" Ron pushed Harry with his elbow, his tone was very strange.

The freshmen didn't feel it yet, but the senior students who had gone through several sorting ceremonies sensed that something was wrong-every year before the opening of the sorting ceremony, this dirty hat would show its ugly singing voice.

"I am not sure as well."

Harry shook his head solemnly.

He thought of what Hagrid said, Hogwarts has changed a lot...has the change started with the Sorting Hat?

"I read the name, come up, put on the hat, and sit on the stool." Minerva said with a blank expression, "After sorting, go to the corresponding school!"

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy stepped forward, put on his hat nervously, and sat on a stool.

"Spiritual power: 11 points."

The Sorting Hat's voice was particularly mechanical: "Ravenclaw."

The boy put down his hat in some confusion, and walked into the Ravenclaw area. There was no applause in the auditorium, and the students and professors all opened their eyes wide, looking at the wizard hat on the stool.

Minerva sighed in her heart, and took a pen to write down the corresponding mental value next to the list.

A peculiar sorting ceremony continued.

Compared with other ignorant senior students, first-year freshmen have more wonderful senses. When they wear hats, they have a weird feeling of being seen through, and the sorting hat will assign colleges according to their actual character.

If you are a student of Slytherin, you will definitely be assigned to Slytherin, and there will be no special cases like Harry Potter.

Even freshmen who begged to go to Gryffindor were ruthlessly sent to Slytherin because the Sorting Hat judged that they would develop better in Slytherin.

The sorting process will soon be over.

But the atmosphere is not as active as before.

Minerva put away the list stiffly and sat back in her chair.

"Welcome everyone to return to Hogwarts." Zhou Qi got up and bowed to the students who were looking at him. He started from Professor Pomona on the far right and introduced each school professor to the new students.

The professors who were introduced all stood up to pay tribute.

The tense atmosphere was finally broken.

"This is the new professor of black arts, Tom Riddle." Zhou Qi said, "He used to be a student of Slytherin, and many people saw him during the defense of Hogwarts last year."