I’m Really An Alchemist

The place was already overcrowded, and there were families in dresses everywhere. They were elegant and courteous. The Dursleys were like groundhogs. They had no aristocratic temperament.

Harry watched with disgust as his uncle and aunt pretended to be elegant with his cousin Dudley. He tugged on his suit and tie - the dress Dudley had worn the year before - and hid in his uncle's back.

He was still very curious about the concert hall. He had never been to such a place before.

"Hey! Is it your first time to listen to Mr. Ivan's performance?"

A crisp voice appeared in Harry's ear.

Harry turned his head cautiously, it was a girl of the same age with thick brown hair and brown eyes.

"Mr. Ivan?" Harry glanced at his uncle's family, who was in a warm relationship with others, and asked the girl who looked particularly excited.

The girl covered her mouth in disbelief.

"You came to see his performance, but don't know his name?"

Harry was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I have no experience with music, I was brought here by my uncle!"

"Oh! Alright!" The girl nodded, clenched her hands into fists, placed it on her chest in reverence, and looked at the splendid concert hall: "The musicians from the mysterious Far East have won the Gretel Award, the Gramophone in a row in just half a year. The pianist who won the award, his Far East name is Qi Zhou, and his English name is Ivan.”

"You admire him very much!"

The girl glared at Harry and said, "Of course, even Her Majesty the Queen is very fond of Mr. Ivan. No woman can refuse an elegant and intellectual musician..." She emphasized: "Even if it adult!"

Before Harry could respond, someone shouted, "Hermione, Hermione Granger!"

"I'm here!"

The girl turned her head and waved to the little boy with glasses, and ran away excitedly.

At this time, Uncle Vernon also had the cheek to ask for a lot of business cards, and he was in a good mood.

He comforted his son, whose smile was stiff, and the family followed the crowd into the music hall and found their seats.

The lights dimmed.

The curtain slowly opened, and an upright piano was located in the center of the stage. There was no symphony team and no conductor. This was a solo piano solo.

The discussion gradually subsided.

Even the Dursleys, who were not interested in music, did not dare to mess around in this atmosphere.

It was not until a handsome young man with black hair and black pupils in a tuxedo walked down the stage that the Dursleys let out a low voice of exclamation. This pianist was a little too young.

"Is this Mr. Ivan?"

Harry felt envious.

Possessing fame and glory, enjoying the admiration and longing of countless people, this is simply the future in Harry Potter's dream. As a little transparent, he envies his life under the spotlight.

But even in junior high school, he could only attend public colleges, so he couldn't achieve such a beautiful life.

Ivan bowed slightly to everyone and sat on the piano bench.

His fair and slender fingers rested on the black and white keys, and then, like picking flowers, he gently pressed them down.

The ethereal prelude sounded.

Just like the flowing water in the forest, it slowly flows in the hearts of the listeners, and all of a sudden it introduces everyone into a dream-like ethereal world.

Followed by a small and fast rhythm, accompanied by a melodious G major.

At this moment, the audience who are indulging in the ethereal world, as if they were there, seemed to see the fairy fairies playing, and the knights attacking recklessly. Different voices and different melodies were intertwined, making everyone wonder Relax your mind while traveling the world.

"This is music!"

Harry Potter's heart was tightly grasped by the ever-changing tunes, and even Dudley, who had always been unable to sit still, was fascinated by the fantasy-like music melody.

Looking at the focused expression of the boy in the tuxedo on the stage who was immersed in the performance, and the brisk hands on the piano keys, he felt the elegance and moving of the music for the first time.

"What tune is this?"

Harry Potter asked involuntarily.

Someone next to him answered him: "This is the Hathaway Variation created by Mr. Ivan. Generally speaking, it requires the cooperation of the orchestra, but Mr. Ivan used the piano to arrange the entire piece again!"

The British gentleman sighed softly: "As expected of Mr. Ivan, the successor of classical music in the new era, it would be great if we were natives of Britain."

Britain has not produced a musician for hundreds of years.

A Hathaway Variation ends.

The audience hadn't escaped from the light world when they saw Ivan playing, clenching his fists, his eyes seemed to be burning with anger, as if he was about to choke fate's throat, and his hands slapped heavily on the keys.

Deng Deng Deng Deng!

The powerful prelude dragged Harry out of the fairy tale at once.

Symphony No. 5 in C minor.

Symphony of Destiny!

As if dazzling, the boy's fingers danced like butterflies on the keys, the pain and joy intertwined, and the dense rhythm made Harry breathless, as if he saw his tragic childhood.

A life of humiliation at my aunt's house.

Harry clenched his fist unconsciously and sank into it with the beat of the music. In the third act, he substituted himself into the music, feeling the injustice of fate and the eccentricity of the Dursleys. angry.

In the long node, the music came to an abrupt end at the peak of the tune, and when everyone raised their minds, it was like the clouds were opening and seeing the fog, the soft music sounded, and the soft rhythm soothed the injured heart.

The Final Destiny Symphony ends with a heavy rhythm.

Harry Potter unconsciously covered his heart and smiled, as if he had overcome fate and gained a new self.

After the concert, there is no more music that can touch people's hearts like the Symphony of Destiny. It seems that in order to mediate emotions, several songs after that are classical music created by pianist Ivan.

Finally, twelve o'clock noon.

When the concert came to an end, the young pianist stood up and bowed to the full audience.

After a moment of silence, everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Harry saw his cousin Dudley, who was a few places away from him, and applauded excitedly. He knew how successful the concert was.

The British gentleman beside him was recording something with his pen, and he said with emotion: "After this concert, Ivan's status in the hearts of the middle class has been established, and there will be no objection to Her Majesty's award. I can't be called Mr. Ivan in the future, I have to be called Baron Ivan!"

After the concert, the crowd didn't make time to leave.

The host walked up to the stage with a smile and announced a big news.

After the pianist Ivan won the Gretel Award, he will not hold concerts in the near future. He will be a piano teacher for a period of time to experience different professional life and obtain musical inspiration.

Hear this.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got excited and pulled their son to the front.

Which family doesn't want their children to get a better educational environment, especially students who become famous musicians, even temporary students.

For a while, these families did not care about maintaining elegance and etiquette, and scrambled to squeeze in front of Ivan to sell their children.

"Mr. Ivan, my daughter has a talent for music since she was a child!"

"My son too, he liked the piano when he was three years old!"

Harry Potter stood far away. He looked enviously at his cousin who was pulled in by his uncle, but he knew clearly that he had no chance.

Uncle Vernon, relying on his size, pushed his son to the front, and said attentively to the pianist: "Mr. Ivan, my son also likes music very much. Do you think he has musical talent?"

Zhou Qi glanced at Dudley's chubby fingers like carrots, and complained in his heart, with an elegant smile on his face.

"Anyone can achieve certain achievements in music as long as they work hard!"

"As for the music lessons, please register with my assistant first. We will randomly select ten families for a month-long piano lesson with a weekly salary of 50 pounds. If you are willing, please go to the next hall to register first."

A weekly salary of 50 pounds in 1991 in London, England, was considered quite a good income, and most of the middle class were in debt.

But 50 pounds is nothing compared to Zhou Qi's status as a musician. How many nobles and upper classes in the UK are willing to spend a lot of money to invite him as an exclusive tutor and band host.

Vernon felt that no matter how hard it was, he couldn't suffer any more. What if his son really had a talent for music?

No matter how bad it is, being a student of Mr. Ivan is something to be proud of. Maybe you can use this as an opportunity to take your career to a higher level.

The agricultural machinery manager gritted his teeth and helped his reluctant son sign up.

The end result was unexpected, but surprising.

Dudley-Dursley was selected among the ten student lists.

What surprised and disappointed Harry Potter even more was the brown-haired girl he met by chance before, and Hermione Granger was actually on the list.

"There is nothing luckier than today, my baby is going to be a great musician!"

Aunt Petunia hugged the silly Dudley and kissed her cheek cheerfully.

"It sucks!" Dudley was still fighting for his only vacation: "Why should I waste an hour every weekend on learning musical instruments, that's my rest time!"

It was rare that his madness didn't change his parents' minds.

On the way home, Harry clings to the car door, listening to his cousin's refusal, looking out the window at the gloomy sky in London.

why it's not me?

he thought so.

PS: Harry Potter volume officially set sail, musician Ivan set foot in the field of magic

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Chapter 358 Home Visit (Subscribe)

Weekends, eight in the morning.

Vernon-Dursley deliberately got up early on this day, driving a car, riding his fat son with sleepy eyes, to the residence of the musician Ivan.

According to the agreement, Dudley-Dursley's teaching time is every Sunday from ten to eleven.

One month of teaching, one hour of music theory teaching a week.

£50 a week.

Vernon was driving the car, looking in the rearview mirror as his fat son dozed off against the window, shaking as the car moved, the fat on his face trembling. He began to doubt whether it was worth it to spend a lot of money?

Does your silly son really have musical skills?

After the concert, Vernon calmed down. He began to feel distressed about his family business and scolded the scoundrels of the capitalists. He only taught one hour a week, and he even charged 50 pounds!

Vampires should really hang up!

While complaining, the car pulled into London's Kensington-Chelsea.

This is London's old-fashioned wealthy living area. Not only is the environment superior to Surrey, where Vernon lives, the number of luxury cars on the road has also increased unconsciously. Vernon carefully steered the steering wheel and focused his attention. If you scratch a car, you can declare bankruptcy.

Dudley also woke up, lying at the window in amazement.

"Dad, can we live here?" Dudley rolled down the car window, pointed at the buildings with British aristocratic style, and exclaimed, his tone was full of admiration. At the age of eleven, he still didn't know what a class difference was.

Hold on to you big bastard!

Vernon scolded his son's talkativeness in his heart. Even if he increased his family property a hundred times, he couldn't buy a house here.

He wisely shut his mouth, did not respond to his son, looked at this peaceful and elegant living quarters of the rich with admiration, and wondered if musicians really make so much money, if Dudley could learn his true skills from Mr. Ivan, Is it possible to move here in the future?

With anticipation.

The car pulls into the garden villa and parks in the spacious open-air car park.

Under the guidance of the butler, Vernon led Dudley into the living room of the villa, where the leisurely and pleasant piano sound flowed slowly.

"Mr. Dursley, you can wait here for the end of the class, or pick him up in an hour."

The housekeeper is polite and smiling.

Vernon sat on the chair carefully. In such an environment, his little pride as an agricultural machinery manager had long since been forgotten, and he said in a low voice, "I, I'll just wait here for the end, don't bother you!"

"I understand." The butler didn't seem to see Vernon's embarrassment, and asked appropriately: "Do you need dessert, we have a French chef from the royal family here, and I recommend his tiramisu, which is served with A cup of fragrant Panama Geisha coffee is the best indulgence in the morning.”