I'm Really an Alchemist

"Don't destroy the fields I have worked so hard to plant." Grindelwald pulled out the old wand, cast a cleaning spell, and all the dirt and dirt on his body disappeared. He smiled at the white wizard in the distance.

Dumbledore swung his wand violently, and the earth deformed like plasticine, lifted up, and a gray monster formed from a huge mud stone stood up.

It crawled on the ground, breathing heavily.

The white wizard stretched out his hands to prop up a barrier to cover himself, and his voice resounded like thunder through the wilderness.

"I won't be careless again." Dumbledore looked at his old enemy in the distance.

The behemoth let out a low growl, and slammed into Grindelwald.

Both Grindelwald and Dumbledore are wizards at the top of the HP magic world, but the Dark Lord has a young body and vigorous energy, as well as a Deathly Hallows that can increase the power of spells.

Dumbledore could only rely on his rich experience in dealing with the enemy and the arcane arts he had learned to barely deal with it.

The two sides went from using magic spells to confront each other, and then to a simple metamorphosis duel.

Dust filled the sky, and the sound of violent collisions and explosions spread to the town.

The wizards of the Deathly Hallows Society felt the tremor of the ground uneasy. The aftermath of the battle between the two sides had already affected the town several kilometers away. This terrifying force filled them with worry.

"Miss Nagia, aren't we going to help Lord Grindelwald?"

Nagini, who was quietly looking at the battlefield, shook his head.

"The king said no need, this is a grievance between him and Dumbledore, we must not interfere."

The wizard was both grateful and ashamed.

Looking at the gray fog in the sky, they only felt that this level of power was beyond imagination.

in the wilderness.

The earth was full of potholes, the soil was overturned, and there were huge cracks, as if it had been bombed by a missile.

Dumbledore was short of breath, and Grindelwald turned pale.

Neither was much better off.

The two sides competed in magic power and skills, but they all belonged to the same level. Even speaking skills, psychological induction and various off-court factors had to be taken into consideration.

The result was a tie.

"Haha...hahaha."

Grindelwald laughed out of breath, pointing to the white wizard at the other end of the huge pit, with a little complicated meaning in his laughter.

"This is our strongest strength, it's really...too weak."

The white wizard stood up straight and adjusted his violent heartbeat.

He was already an old man, and this battle of equal strength, magic, magic, physical strength and mental strength made him completely overwhelmed, and he even became dizzy due to the exhaustion of physical strength.

He tried his best to hold on, not to let the decline show.

Grindelwald's words puzzled him.

But now is not the time to delve into it, Dumbledore took a step forward and mobilized the remaining magic power.

"Don't force it." Grindelwald raised his slightly trembling arm and said, "Your condition will not be better than mine, and if you continue to fight, it will only be the result of mutual losses."

"Even if it's a lose-lose."

Dumbledore walked with difficulty.

"Even if you die here."

He waved his wand, but only released a spell ray that flew out and dissipated out of thin air within a few meters. Grindelwald plopped and sat on the ground, laughing as he watched the white wizard who moved across.

"Look at you, what can you do now?" Grindelwald laughed loudly: "You can't even release the spell!"

Dumbledore gritted his teeth.

"I will absolutely stop you!"

Grindelwald looked at each other with pity: "Albus, you can't stop anything, you don't even know what happened there when you left New York."

The white wizard who was still advancing froze.

Grindelwald was particularly happy: "From the moment you set foot in California, all the news about New York is false."

.....

Hall of the Magical Congress of New York.

The copper pot was spinning around on the floor, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"The news that Professor Dumbledore has left New York must be kept secret." The chairman of the Congress issued an order.

A wizard answered.

"Don't worry, the professor left a hair before he left. We can use compound potions to disguise the professor."

The chairman of the Congress nodded and arranged tasks.

While Dumbledore was investigating California and arresting Grindelwald, the Magic Congress in New York wanted to stabilize the situation and arrest troublesome wizards, so as not to cause trouble for Dumbledore.

"During this period, all departments are fully assisting the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Auror Department must arrest members of the Deathly Hallows Society as soon as possible, at all costs!"

After this order was issued, New York was quiet for two days.

There hasn't been a single magical accident in these two days, as if overnight, those troublesome wizards disappeared.

This abnormal situation not only did not reassure the Magic Council, but instead made it intensify its search for dark wizards.

This calm is the sign before the storm.

On October [-]rd, the sky was cloudless.

There were demonstrations in peaceful New York City.

Parades are the norm in America, and every American is used to them, they will appear from time to time, some are workers' protests, some are about environmental protection, equal rights, and race.

But this time the parade group seems to be different.

Each of them wore gray robes, pointed wizard hats, and held promotional signs, more like a drag group than a parade team.

The people who eat melons look at the content on the sign.

A cartoon wizard was drawn on it, and a string of words was written next to it: We demand freedom, we need human rights!

"What kind of parade is this?"

"do not know!"

"Freedom and human rights, God, America is already the freest country on earth, aren't they crazy?"

The melon-eating crowd in New York City watched this unusual parade team.

According to American citizens having the right to parade and assembly, the police in New York City did not dare to stop and disperse, and the cars on the road even took the initiative to avoid them. They did not want to be caught and criticized in the newspapers. One more thing is worse than one less thing. .

People who eat melons like this kind of excitement.

Someone came up and asked the members of the parade group.

"What kind of parade are you holding?" The man looked at the wizard's attire and the billboard, puzzled.

The wizard replied: "We are wizards living in America with citizenship, and we demand the same right, the right to live under the blue sky!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Wizard, you, are you kidding me?"

"No." The wizard drew out his wand, pointed at the passer-by who was joining in the fun, and saw the passer-by's clothes puff, changed into a weird look, and puffed back again.

"It's not a joke, we are wizards, wizards who know magic."

The Muggle passers-by who followed the parade opened their eyes wide and were too shocked to speak.

When the Magic Congress received the news of the parade, it was so anxious that it would explode.

"Stop them!" The president of Congress slapped the table and roared, "What are you doing, stop them, drive away the Muggles!"

"The parade teams all gathered in Times Square in Manhattan, where the Muggle floating population is as high as hundreds of thousands, and now a large number of people are gathering because of the parade."

The staff of the disaster department trembled and flipped through the report book in their hands, almost crying.

"I don't want to hear data!"

The chairman of the Congress was furious: "I want a solution, no matter what method or method I use, bring this matter under control!"

The staff were reprimanded and left in a panic.

All members of the Magic Congress were dispatched to Times Square in Manhattan.

The Newts, who stayed in New York to observe the situation, also came to Times Square anxiously. They were shocked by the number of Muggles gathered here. Looking around, they were all Muggles, and they couldn't squeeze in.

"We are wizards and human beings, and our history is as long as human beings."

Standing on the high platform shaped by transfiguration, Bohr told the history of wizards to the crowd in all directions. His voice was amplified by magic and appeared in everyone's ears.

"Mr. Wizard!"

A female reporter squeezed into the crowd with difficulty, her microphone turned towards Ball.

"If magic has such a long history, why do we never know, is the government hiding the truth from the people?"

The crowd became noisy again.

"During the Middle Ages, you also knew about the existence of magic and launched a witch hunt. Therefore, the wizarding world signed the International Wizarding Secrecy Act in 1689. Since then, the wizarding world has concealed itself and hidden itself under the surface world."

Ball raised his arms and shouted: "Now, we believe that the International Law of Wizarding Secrecy is no longer applicable to the current era, so we stand up bravely and hope to live in the sun."

The Muggles gathered here exclaimed again.

I just feel that the world view has been smashed to pieces.

"Merlin Beard..."

Newt looked at the wizard who was shouting in the crowd, his whole body was cold.

Crowded in the crowd, unable to move forward, the congress wizards finally couldn't bear it anymore. They summoned brooms, jumped out of the crowd, and flew towards the parade group.

Chapter 467 Chapter [-]