I'm Really an Alchemist

"Father, he wins over other pure-blood families, and will eventually stand up against Hogwarts..." Draco said in a hoarse voice, "They will be crushed by Professor Ivan like bugs."

Tom Riddle, who quietly listened to the boy's troubles, nodded in agreement.

"exactly."

"Is there anything I can do to stop it?" The pure-blood boy raised his head, fear floating on his face: "I can't persuade him to change his mind, they won't believe me, but, but I can't just watch this happen !"

Tom Riddle pursed his lips and looked at Draco silently.

Draco couldn't help being stared at by this strange look.

After a long silence,

The former Dark Lord said, "Student Draco."

He didn't use the surname Malfoy, but Draco.

"You have seen the ignorance and arrogance of the pure-blood family, and you have also seen the doom they are about to face. Why do you want to stop them?" The corner of the former Dark Lord's mouth drew a happy smile: "You are the future of the pure-blood family."

"You are a pure blood family!"

Draco felt like a thunderbolt.

This sentence is very familiar. At the end of the last school year, Professor Ivan also told him this sentence.

I am a pure blood family.

But what should I do?

"Hogwarts can change..." Tom Riddle chuckled softly, "Why can't pure-blood families change?"

"Instead of retaining this ignorant pure-blood family system in the new era, you can do better and lead the pure-blood family to complete the changes of the new era." He leaned over and whispered in the boy's ear: "Harry Potter can What you can't do?"

Things that Harry Potter can do...

Why can't I do it?

Draco Malfoy left Tom's office at some point, and returned to the rest area in a daze. In the process of constant thinking, negation, doubt and confidence strengthening, his eyes were ablaze.

PS: Thanks to the old ghost 13, the blade of the dream chaser

The status has been adjusted, and there is another chapter tonight

Chapter 461 Chapter [-] The Proud Hogwarts Headmaster

"It's time to eat, master."

The house elf carried the dinner plate and walked timidly into the dark basement.

A man with disheveled hair and a scruffy beard sat in the corner, looking up absentmindedly. Although he hadn't washed for a long time, he could vaguely recognize his appearance——Barty Crouch, director of the Department of International Exchange of the Ministry of Magic.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Barty Crouch watched indifferently as the house elf squatted in front of him, wiping the dirt off his face with a towel, picked up the bread tremblingly, slowly tore it up, and brought it to his mouth.

"Master, don't blame the young master, okay?"

Shining's big eyes were full of mist.

Barty Crouch snorted coldly, still unable to satisfy his hunger, he opened his mouth to eat the bread crumbs handed by the house elf.

Shortly after.

Winky returned to the living room with the empty plate.

Sitting on the sofa was a man who was exactly the same as old Barty Crouch in the basement. He looked away from the newspaper and landed on the empty plate in Winky's hand, and mocked, "Finally gave up resistance, my father?"

Shining put the plate in front of him and lowered his head.

"Master, he is your father after all... You shouldn't have treated him like this."

Little Crouch sneered: "He used the invisibility cloak to raise me at home for thirteen years, that's how I got here!"

Winky didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the doorbell rang to break the awkward air.

It put down the dinner plate with a sigh of relief, flew towards the entrance, opened the door, the smile it squeezed out suddenly stagnated, and its big eyes were full of vigilance and rejection.

Standing outside the door is the dark wizard it hates the most.

Last time, these black wizards sneaked into the house quietly, which led to the conflict between the young master and the master.

"Mr. Crouch!"

The Death Eater took off his hood and said sharply, "Please give us a reasonable explanation for why the Triwizard Tournament was not held!"

Little Crouch sneered: "Why not hold it, you have to ask Karkaroff and Maxim!"

Another Death Eater spoke hesitantly.

"What's wrong, Mr. Crouch." He lowered his voice, "Don't you want the Lord Dark Lord to return?"

"Of course I want to!"

Little Crouch raised the volume appropriately.

He then explained why the Triwizard Tournament was silent.

The Death Eaters were shocked.

did not expect....

I didn't expect this Muggle professor to be so ambitious!

How dare he think about the three-school alliance? !

"This is the reason why there has been no movement in the Triwizard Tournament." Little Crouch picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said with burning eyes, "You think I don't want to get close to Harry Potter, and I don't want my master to return?"

The Death Eaters looked at each other.

In this matter, I really can't blame Little Crouch, it's that nasty Muggle professor who used the authority of the acting headmaster to come up with an unrealistic treaty like the Three Schools Alliance.

"Why don't we join Kakaroff!"

Someone suggested.

He was immediately refuted by his companions.

"Karkaroff can't believe it, have you forgotten the freedom he gained by reporting us fourteen years ago?"

The Death Eaters are deadlocked.

They didn't trust Karkaroff at all, even if the Death Eaters were in the limelight two years ago, during the melee in Europe, Karkaroff had already fled when Voldemort occupied Durmstrang, until the end of last year Stand up again and continue to be your own principal.

How can the guys at the two ends of the snake and mouse believe it.

Pull the front foot into the gang, and I'll sell you in the blink of an eye!

All the efforts made by the Death Eaters to get the Dark Lord back, never thought that the sure-fire Triwizard Tournament would not be held. Originally, this tournament was secretly arranged to surprise the wizarding world.

This is just great.

The wizarding world doesn't even know about this!

"Our common goal is to get close to Harry Potter, and getting close to Harry Potter must hold the Triwizard Tournament, which is our only chance to enter Hogwarts."

Little Crouch frowned and thought.

"As long as the master returns, the three-school alliance will definitely break up." He looked at the Death Eaters: "But you can't tell other people about this."

The Death Eater subconsciously nodded.

"The Muggle musicians said, give Beauxbatons and Durmstrang time to think about it, but it's already September [-]th, two weeks into school, and the two schools still haven't responded at all."

Little Crouch who turned into a wise general said.

"They must be unable to make a choice and are still playing dead, then we will force them to make a choice!"

The next day.

The wizarding newspaper in the European magic world began to publish some anonymous articles. The content of the article was roughly that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, as old famous magic schools, were entangled with Death Eaters.

Someone else described Principal Durmstrang's identity as a former Death Eater from an ambiguous point of view.

Most of the Death Eaters are from pure-blood families. Although they are currently being looked down upon, they are full of social resources, contacts, and Galleons. With the joint efforts of the Death Eaters, the European magic world gradually set off A wave of criticism.

one more time,

Durmstrang and Beauxbaton were pulled out to criticize and ridicule.

The two magic schools, which had already fallen to the bottom, have now become the target of public criticism. Looking around, they are full of people who have fallen into trouble. Even those who want to stand up and speak for them will be branded as accomplices of Death Eaters hat.

Under this atmosphere, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang remained silent and let others point them out.

The headmasters of both schools wanted to be patient and to allow time to sort it all out.

But other people can't stand the trend of society.

The professors of the two schools handed in their resignations one by one. Some students took a voluntary leave from school, and some were asked by their parents to come back.

Don't stand up and say a few words.

Beauxbaton and Durmstrang really only have their signatures left!

"Are you really going to accept Hogwarts' conditions?"

Even if Karkaroff was regarded as a Death Eater who was beaten by everyone, he had never felt this kind of aggrieved feeling. Facing the flood of letters, he put his hands in his hair, deeply distressed.

He has no choice.

Suddenly, the fireplace burst into blue flames.

Madame Maxime came out with a sad face.

The principal's offices of the two schools set up a private Floo network, and the two often contacted to discuss the matter of the three-school alliance. They couldn't make a decision in the past two weeks, and the choice to pretend to be dead was also the result of the discussion.

But now, playing dead won't solve the problem.

It may turn from playing dead to real death.