I'm Really an Alchemist

The more pure-blood the family is, the more they hate change. They don't even have the idea of ​​getting along with mudbloods, let alone Muggles.

This change in the magical world has forced them to nowhere to retreat.

The Death Eaters tried their best and finally met Krum in Hodmogg's bar.

Now that Krum was their only hope, the attitude of the Death Eaters was much more unnatural, not at all as confident as they were at the beginning.

To the silent Bulgarian boy, he told about the difficulty of a pure-blood family.

It tells about the changes in the wizarding world and that wizards should not coexist with Muggles.

Know it with reason, move with emotion.

Then, they looked at Viktor Krum.

"Krum, as long as you can bring the Dark Lord back, your family will definitely remember your contribution. Pure-blood wizards can not only regain their glory, but also get the whole world!"

Death Eaters are eloquent.

Krum looked at the cold or pale faces of the Death Eaters, and thought of the energetic students at Hogwarts. He suddenly understood why Hogwarts needed to change.

Because there's just too much garbage in the wizarding world.

Pure-blood families...pure-blood wizards...Death Eaters.

Even at this moment, they can't see the general trend of the future clearly, and they are still indulging in the glory of the family.

Really ridiculous.

Under the expectant eyes of the Death Eaters, Krum reached out to grab the potion bottle in his pocket and took it out.

"Krum..."

The Death Eater looked at the boy's actions, a little puzzled and a little uneasy.

Krum suddenly lifted the potion bottle and smashed it on the table. Under the dull eyes of the Death Eaters, the potion bottle burst instantly, splashing potion and fragments.

"Don't bother me anymore!" Krum threw the potion bottle on the ground indifferently, and said word by word: "I have nothing to do with you, I have nothing to do with you, please get out of my life!"

"you!!"

The Death Eaters were furious and drew out their wands one after another.

"Want to do it?" Krum laughed loudly, without restraint and responsibility, the boy's smile was full of pleasure.

"This is the Hogwarts area, do you have the guts to do it?"

The Death Eater froze, his wand pointed at the boy, his arm shaking.

"Are you willing to watch Durmstrang sink?" Someone among the Death Eaters wanted to persuade Krum back: "If you don't think about the family, you should also think about the school."

Krum's smile gradually faded.

He looked at Death Eaters like country bumpkins.

"It's not certain whether there will be Durmstrang in the future."

Leaving this sentence, the Bulgarian boy turned and left.

The Death Eaters wanted to stop him, but they didn't dare. They could only watch him put down the shackles and leave with ease.

Then, into despair.

.....

10 Downing Street.

The official residence of the British Prime Minister.

"Share the arcane?" The current prime minister, John Major, took a light breath and looked at the man sitting across from him. This was America's diplomatic ambassador to Britain.

The diplomatic ambassador calmed down and smiled.

"This is Mr. President's idea." He said with a smile: "Mr. Major, you should also know arcane arts. The magic was created by the famous musician Mr. Ivan, and ordinary people can also learn magic."

John Major pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"I did hear that."

The diplomatic ambassador's smile was wider and more enthusiastic.

"Can you introduce Mr. Ivan for me, and express my respect to Mr. President, America has a better environment, allowing him to study magic!"

"Excuse me."

The Prime Minister interrupted him and said, "Mr. Ivan is now the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts is protected by magic. Ordinary people cannot find it, let alone find Mr. Ivan!"

The ambassador frowned.

No wonder....

The Central Intelligence Agency checked Zhou Qi's information, contacts and relationships to the bottom, but they couldn't find where this magic school was.

"We respect Mr. Ivan very much." The Prime Minister said helplessly: "He is a frequent visitor to Her Majesty's seat. As for the arcane technique that Mr. President mentioned, it is Mr. Ivan's unique technology, and even Britain does not have this technique." Technology, let alone sharing."

"Really?"

The diplomatic ambassador asked some impolite questions.

The prime minister nodded earnestly.

The fact is not much different. Britain has invested in arcane arts, but so far no results have been obtained. It is not bad to say that it does not have this technology.

As for America's attitude...

In the era before us, it is really normal.

It had only been a few years since the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and the Far East had not yet risen. In 1994, there was a real era of one superpower and many powers. America was full of vigor, and even the diplomatic ambassador had this implicit arrogance.

"Mr. Major, I hope you don't deceive us." The diplomatic ambassador lowered his voice and said, "Mr. President is in great need of arcane art, and is even willing to study it with your country. Mr. Major, please help us to obtain arcane art!"

It would be best to leave Mr. Ivan to us.

He didn't say this, but the Prime Minister understood it.

The Prime Minister's complexion changed slightly. Looking at the man in front of him, he could only say, "Please allow me to go back and discuss it."

"of course."

The diplomatic ambassador sat back with a smile on his face again, as if the threat just now did not exist, he picked up the black tea and took a sip.

"Just don't make us wait too fast."

PS: Thank you Xuanyuan Huayu for the blade, thank you for the blade of SCP-096, thank you for the blade of Kaishiyinghao, thank you for the blade of the dreamlike illusion chaser, and thank you for the salty fish stabbing of greed, hatred, ignorance and slow doubt

This chapter is a bit of a carver, so it’s better to grind it until now

Chapter 472 Chapter [-] Knight Potion

Buckingham Palace.

At the secret meeting, the cabinet members were silent and the atmosphere was dull.

The queen leaned on the soft chair, looking graceful and luxurious, but her brows were also furrowed, worrying about this matter.

"Mr. Ivan is not only a famous musician, but also the Viscount of Britain." She spoke slowly, but her tone was firm: "If you hand over Mr. Ivan like this, what is the country's face?"

The cabinet members looked at each other and sighed deeply.

The noble Lord is always a threshold that cannot be avoided.

Britain retains a constitutional monarchy and traditional aristocracy. Unlike a purely capitalist country like America, the royal family is higher than the nobility and capitalists here.

If America only puts pressure, Britain will hand over the nobles.

Tomorrow the nobles of Britain will have to blow their hair.

This has nothing to do with the gap in national power, but the face of the nobility.

"His Majesty."

The Prime Minister knew that it was time for him to take the blame again. He stood up and said respectfully: "President Clinton needs the arcane technique created by Viscount Ivan. See if you can contact him. We only hand over the arcane technique information."

This was already the most suitable method he could think of.

Since America is in the name of sharing arcane research, it will inevitably allocate some benefits to Britain. Whether it is economy or technology, it is an opportunity for Britain.

The prime minister is not a royal family, he must first consider the country, as for the face of the nobility, it has to be placed in the back row.

The queen knows this too.

She was silent for a long time, and glanced at the expressions of the cabinet members. They were all old foxes, who hid their inner thoughts in their hearts, but could see some expectations from their eyes.

In all fairness, the queen didn't want to force Zhou Qi to hand over the arcane.

After all, his relationship with the royal family is extraordinary, and his influence among the nobles is also great.

But she did not dare to easily use the royal power to refute the cabinet's decision-making. Although she has this power, every time she uses it, it will push the constitutional monarchy one step closer to the dead end.

"I have an objection."

Seeing that the queen was vacillating, there were different opinions at the meeting.

Queen Elizabeth II breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly looked over with the Prime Minister, and a young man stood up at the round table meeting.

Tommy Nix, a rising political star from a bloody Birmingham family.

"Your Majesty, Mr Major."

Tommy is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and has a calm attitude: "Nowadays, the magical world appears in the human world, and the arcane created by Viscount Ivan is a brand-new system that integrates magic and science. Whoever masters the arcane in the future will be able to master the future." New Era."

"Viscount Ivan is a treasure of Britain. If we just hand over the arcane art he created, will it arouse his resentment?"

Tommy looked around, and everyone lost their voices in deep thought.

"America is already unstoppable, and if it masters arcane arts, we will not be able to catch up." Tommy said solemnly, "Who can take this responsibility?"

The prime minister was a little dissatisfied: "Mr. Nix, the future is very important, but the present is equally important. America is eyeing it. If we don't agree to its conditions, who can bear the consequences?"

After the fall of the Soviet Union, America at this time is the real hegemony.