I'm Really an Alchemist

"Why are you here?" He looked at the boy, then Dumbledore, rubbed the dirt on his hands awkwardly, and said, "Are you?"

Dumbledore took off his hat and turned back into his wand.

"Oh!" Lacombe exclaimed to his wife in surprise: "Honey, we have guests!"

In the shade of trees not far from the farmland.

The wizard couple sat opposite Dumbledore.

"Mr. Lacombe." Dumbledore glanced at the Muggles in the farmland in the distance, and his expression became serious: "Do you know what you are doing?"

The wizard couple looked at each other strangely.

"Are you a wizard from another state?" Lacombe laughed suddenly: "It's no wonder that wizards from other places are not used to it when they first come here. It doesn't matter, you will soon be attracted to California."

"After all, this is the only place in the world where we can live in the sun."

Dumbledore looked at the smiles from the heart of the couple, but felt a chill in his bones.

"What happened here..." he said with difficulty, "Why can wizards live with No-Majs?"

"It's all because of Mr. Grindelwald."

The witch said happily: "His arrival has changed the magic world in California."

In the explanation of the husband and wife, Dumbledore understood everything.

It all started two months ago.

At that time, wizards and No-Majs were still separated from each other. Wizards abided by the non-disclosure agreement, concealed their identities, and lived away from No-Majs.

Until one day, a strange wizard came to their settlement.

This strange wizard claims to be a member of the Deathly Hallows Society. His arrival will change the life of the wizard, and he intends to let the wizard live in the sun, use magic freely, and don't have to hide his identity with fear.

"In the beginning, no one wanted to believe in his ideas, and no one followed them."

Lacombe said: "But this wizard is infecting us with his actions day after day. Slowly, a group of young people are willing to follow him to take the first step. Ashamed to say, we are enjoying the fruit instead. Second batch."

The witch added: "Young wizards follow these ideals, go to different towns, and work hard for wizards and No-Majs to live together. We have magic, but we don't use it to hurt others, but to help and protect others. "

"That's why the townspeople recognize us."

Lacombe held his wife's hand and smiled knowingly.

"Magic and wizards are no secret in California. Through magic, we can live a better life, be respected by others, and enjoy the fruits of technological civilization."

"If you've been living in California for a while, I guarantee you won't want to leave!"

The wizard couple swear by it.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time.

"What about the Magic Council? Are they not responding?"

Lacombe smiled confidently: "It has never been, I believe Congress has also recognized the current life!"

After this conversation, Dumbledore remained in the town until evening.

He observed the life of this town. The wizard couple did not suffer any disrespect here. The male master would go to the pub to drink with his neighbors after the day's work, and the female master would knit a sweater while watching the TV broadcast comedy movie.

Occasionally, the two will use magic to provide convenience to the townspeople.

Examples include lifting heavy objects and treating patients.

Magic is just a commonplace in this town.

The next day,

Dumbledore declined the enthusiastic wizard couple and went to western California where Grindelwald was located. He didn't use apparation to arrive directly, but got down-to-earth and experienced this unique land first-hand.

Every town, every village.

There are wizards living there.

During the journey, Dumbledore heard many stories, wizards outwitted black-hearted capitalists, wizards helped No-Majs change from poverty to food and clothing, and the further you went to the core area of ​​California, the higher the status of wizards.

This status is not obtained through strength, but through hard work, hard work, and kindness.

Finally, the more silent Dumbledore came to the west.

He meets Grindelwald.

"You are finally here." Grindelwald, dressed as a Muggle, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the plowed wheat field with satisfaction, and said back, "Our dream has finally come true. Here, wizards and Muggles are indistinguishable." each other's lives."

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Chapter 466 Chapter [-] New York Wizard Movement

Dumbledore saw Grindelwald in this dress for the first time.

Leaning on a hoe, his face is ashen and his trousers are rolled up.

Like a most ordinary farmer.

Such a state can appear on anyone, but it is impossible to appear on Grindelwald. He is an ambitious, delicate and obsessed with cleanliness, and he is unwilling to be stained with blood even when killing people.

"You knew I was coming?"

Dumbledore was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"I knew when you came to California." Grindelwald walked out of the field, his bare feet covered with black mud, leaving traces on the ground, and he approached Dumbledore.

"I've been guiding you toward me."

The Dark Lord approached.

The white wizard stepped back cautiously, keeping a distance.

Grindelwald noticed this, stopped, and kept a not too far away.

He smiled indifferently, turned sideways, and introduced this wheat field to his friend and enemy in fate.

"This was once the most resource-poor place in California. From here to the other side of the mountain, there was uncultivable sandy soil. I worked hard with the members of the community to transform this land."

It's like sharing your achievements with your friends.

Grindelwald picked off a plump ear and handed it to Dumbledore with a smile.

Dumbledore hesitated for a while, then reached out to take it. The grains of the ear were full, with traces of magic power, and a strong smell of wheat. He looked away from the ear and looked at the golden wheat field.

"What are you going to do, Gellert?"

The white wizard's voice was slightly dry.

Grindelwald did not answer directly, but looked at the town behind the wheat field. It was the only town in the vicinity with incomplete infrastructure. It was [-] kilometers away from the nearest supermarket, and it was a town that almost no one cared about.

"This town is the poorest town in California, with [-] households and an annual household income of less than [-]. The young people in the town have gone to the big cities to work hard, leaving only young children and the elderly."

"It's a place with no future."

Grindelwald's voice was soft.

"This town is not the poorest place in America. There are even poorer towns in some central and southern states." He turned his head and looked at the white wizard seriously: "And this is America, the earth the most powerful and wealthy nation in the world.”

Dumbledore was silent.

Grindelwald: "Africa, Southeast Asia, India, the Middle East, there are billions of precarious Muggles all over the world. They are hungry, miserable, desperate, and there is no one to save them."

His speech speed suddenly accelerated, his emotions gradually increased, and he waved his arms like a charging general.

"And we can save them, Albus!"

"Magic can transform nature, and we can bring them food; magic can stop wars, and we can bring them peace!" Grindelwald said excitedly: "Come and help me, Albus, just like Godre It's the same as Ke Valley!"

The Dark Lord looked expectantly at the White Wizard.

silence.

Only the wind blows through the wheat field, and the golden ears of wheat intertwine with each other to make a pleasant sound.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore raised his head, his eyes sharp: "You want to be a god?"

The emotion on Grindelwald's face gradually disappeared.

"I walked in California for half a month. Muggles and wizards live together in this land, but this kind of life is unequal!"

Dumbledore's voice rose, his face mournful.

"Wizards have no need for the Muggle world, but Muggles need the magic of wizards. This is not living together, but the mercy and charity of the gods to mortals!"

"Muggles' worship and admiration for wizards will become mortals' belief in gods because of time." Dumbledore stared at Grindelwald's eyes: "You want to recreate the age of mythology, right?"

This time, Grindelwald was silent.

He laughed.

"In this day and age, only you can see what I'm thinking, Albus." Grindelwald laughed extremely happily, without the shame of being seen through his true thoughts.

Dumbledore took off his hat and turned back into his wand, expressionless.

"Isn't the age of mythology bad?" Grindelwald said with a smile: "In ancient times, wizards were not gods. We once led mortals forward and gave honor to mortals. Why can't we go back to that era?"

"Human beings fear us, we give human beings a life of peace, food and happiness."

Grindelwald's smile disappeared, looking at the expressionless white wizard.

"Humans need the guidance of gods. Only under the guidance of gods will they let go of unnecessary wars, abandon boring differences, and live a happy life."

Dumbledore's face darkened.

Grindelwald smiled.

Then, Grindelwald suddenly turned into a black shadow and disappeared towards the distance. Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and then turned into a white shadow to chase after him.

The two came to the wilderness far away from the wheat field one after the other.