I'm Really an Alchemist

"You were supposed to go to the spirit world, but I captured your soul in advance."

Grindelwald smiled bitterly: "I'm already dead, can't I escape your control?"

Zhou Qi: "Of course not, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Help?" Grindelwald sneered, "What can I help you with in my current state?"

Zhou Qi smiled and thought about it.

Circles of arcs glowed from the entire mage tower, and the majestic magic power was extracted, compressed, and increased. Grindelwald only felt that the surrounding air seemed to thicken, and even the spirit body could not move an inch.

When the magic power was condensed to its peak, the entire mage tower shook slightly, and a crimson blood-like rainbow light spewed out from the Goblet of Fire on the top of the tower, tearing and sinking into the twisted void.

With a swipe of Zhou Qi's hand, the space inside the mage tower cracked a deep trace.

Traces lead to another world.

Zhou Qi scratched slightly towards the crack, and saw dozens of bubbles floating out of the crack, and each bubble reflected a strange picture, with a fantasy scene that was completely different from the earth's scenery.

Elves, dwarves, humans, treants, dragons, wizards.

"Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald froze suddenly, floating on the foam in front of him, Dumbledore's figure appeared, with longer hair and beard, wearing a gray robe, holding a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other.

"This is Gandalf."

Zhou Qi waved his hand, and the foam fell back into the crack.

"That's another world. What you see is just one of the continents in this world—Middle-earth. This world was created by the god Iluwat. It is a world with the existence of real gods."

"And I need you to go into this world."

Grindelwald looked strange.

"What do you want me to do in this world?"

Zhou Qi said calmly: "To open the way for the arcane civilization, the gods, knowledge, and races of this world are all wealth. I will advance to the seventh-ring wizard, and I also need god-level research materials."

"This world is just a starting point."

"Arcane civilization will finally embark on a journey to conquer all worlds!"

Grindelwald was shocked, and then laughed wildly.

He was out of breath laughing.

"It turns out that this is your ambition all the time, and I have been unable to see through you." He covered his stomach, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "Sure enough, what I hate the most is that you are stronger than me and more ambitious than me." Big man!"

He snorted softly and stepped into the crack with a big laugh.

Zhou Qi reached out and pressed, helping Grindelwald to plunge into the body of an ordinary young farmer in Middle-earth, and erased the relevant traces.

In the mage tower, the cracks slowly merged and disappeared invisible.

PS: Thank you for your perseverance and the blade of Kong Ming

py: "Tokyo Prodigal Son"

Tokyo lives in the blue miniskirts of girls under the neon lights, in the long golden hair of rock youths, in the oil paintings costing two hundred and twenty million, in the hazy and overexposed film reels, in the In the hearts of everyone yearning for a new era, the wind, flowers, snow and moon will come to you together.

Literature and art to death, madness to death.

Gee.

A story suitable for watching while smoking a cigarette. You can drink alcohol, but you need to drink in moderation.

Chapter 481 Chapter [-] The Age of Arcane Arts (End of the Fourth Year)

White House meeting.

Clinton was beaming with joy, and the staff team was even more beaming.

"Mr. President, this is our chance!"

Someone shouted: "Grindelwald is dead, and California is in civil strife. We can take back the land without sending a single soldier!"

Clinton nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

He picked up the secret report again, looked at the content on it, and felt that this was the best news in half a year.

Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, California was leaderless, and began to fight for power. Now there are signs of division. Wizards are fighting among themselves and killing each other, and ordinary people are the targets of oppression.

No one wants to obey anyone.

No one wants the other person to sit on their head.

What else can we do?

Only fight to compete.

This time, not only ordinary people began to flee from California, but even a small number of wizards also began to flee. The decline of California can be clearly seen, and America is gearing up to take back California just by waiting for a suitable opportunity.

It doesn't even cost a dime to salvage it, just by watching it crumble inside.

"Let's wait."

The president smiled and said: "California cannot be allowed to become independent again, and they must be made aware of the consequences of going out independently!"

Everyone laughed happily.

Someone came up with another idea at this time.

"Since Grindelwald is dead...does that mean we can restart the nuclear weapons program?"

The laughter in the meeting slowly stopped, and the smiles on everyone's faces also gradually subsided. Some were thinking, while others were frowning.

"Nuclear weapons are a part of world deterrence. Only by restarting them can America return to the top of the world."

There was no smile on Clinton's face either.

He looked at the official who spoke, but said nothing. Instead, he ordered his assistant to play a recorded video on the TV.

In the video, young Asians in gray robes demonstrate miraculous magic, transforming a resource-poor Third World country into a resource-based country with fertile land and rich resources.

This is the wish of the winner of the Goblet of Fire.

When it comes to the Goblet of Fire, Clinton feels depressed. America has spent so much effort and resources on this wish. It's fine if he doesn't win, and the permanent members lose.

On the contrary, a mediocre poor country with a population of only a few hundred thousand people has become a dark horse.

Maybe this is life!

"What do you think nukes do with this kind of magical power?"

Clinton stared at the straight-eyed official.

The official stuttered and couldn't speak.

"Nuclear weapons represent the past, and arcane arts represent the future." The president lowered his eyes indifferently: "If you don't even understand this, I suggest you go out and take a good look. This is no longer the previous era."

As the president said.

The age of nuclear weapons is over.

All countries in the world are pursuing the power of the arcane. No one is a fool. They can understand who is in the hands of the future. To switch to nuclear weapons at this time is as stupid as investing in the Axis powers in 1945.

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The world is changing, people's hearts are changing.

Time does not stop because of changes.

In a blink of an eye, it was mid-June, and the Hogwarts year was coming to an end. The students were in a hurry, holding their books and burying their heads in their studies, worrying about the upcoming school-wide final exam.

For this final exam, thirty-two experts in human scientific research have tailored the test papers.

In terms of magic, it was assessed by the cold-faced professor Snape.

Much stricter than previous years.

With a swipe of a pen, Zhou Qi erased the Wizarding Level Examination. This kind of boring examination item is not eligible to judge his students. Hogwarts students only have two midterm and final exams. Seventh grade students will have a graduation comprehensive exam. If you pass the exam, you will be issued a graduation certificate if your grades pass the threshold. If you fail to pass the grade, you will be repeated for another year.

This time in the seventh grade, many students took the initiative to choose to repeat the grade.

They want to learn arcane arts deeply and move forward to the future.

In the whole world, only Hogwarts has the arcane system, and Hogwarts has become the holy land of magic on the earth. Graduates don't have to worry about having no way out, and the whole world will be their stage.

In the past, Hogwarts students would leave happily.

But now, they know one thing.

In front of arcane arts, wealth and power are nothing at all, and one's own detachment and sublimation is the path one should pursue.

Many students who barely passed the line also chose to take the initiative to repeat the grade and continue to complete arcane arts.

In this atmosphere, the Hogwarts final exams came to an end.

Listening to the melodious bell, the students put down their pens, watched the test papers fly up and landed in the hands of the invigilator, and felt that this year seemed like a lifetime away.

Finally, summer vacation is here.

"Professor, goodbye!"

"See you next semester!"

The students pushed the luggage carts, bid farewell to the professors with joy, then stepped into the teleportation array and disappeared.

"Wait for me, Harry!"

Ron was covered with salutes and heavy books. He asked his friend for help with a sad face, but Harry turned his head away with a smirk, pretending not to see it.

Hermione walked lightly ahead.

"What are you pretending to do!" She rolled her eyes at Ron, "Isn't it because you have to recite something!"

Ron cried out in disbelief.

"What are some things here, books, test papers and materials, Hermione, you are so rich, why don't you buy a non-marking stretcher?"