I’m Really An Alchemist

Dumbledore did not expect that the young musician in front of him had reached the pinnacle of his skills.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Legilimency was attacked, and the other party had already seen the wizard's secret through his own brain.

The white wizard had never suffered such a big loss, and it was still a Muggle. He became annoyed. If he was prepared, he would be able to shut down his brain in time even if the curse came back.

"Hello, Mr. Ivan."

The white wizard shook his head, restrained his negative emotions, bowed his body and said, "Please forgive my recklessness."

The oblivion spell doesn't do much for geniuses who are born with a closed brain. According to the rules of the wizarding world, once Muggles know the secrets of wizards, they will be judged by the Ministry of Magic.

But the Muggle in front of me was no ordinary Muggle.

He is a great musician who was summoned by Her Majesty the Queen. If the wizard wants to judge him, he must also consider whether he has the courage to do so.

Dumbledore gave up the struggle.

He would rather be punished by the Ministry of Magic.

"I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Albus Dumbledore. I rashly attacked you before because I wanted fate to return to its original trajectory."

Chapter 363 The Ministry of Magic (Subscription)

A bright, warm-toned bungalow with a crackling fireplace.

Dumbledore was drinking Qimen black tea from the Far East. The bright red color of the soup and the sweet and mellow taste made the white wizard who had lived for hundreds of years deeply sighed. Magic has many conveniences, but in terms of enjoyment , but inferior to the rich among Muggles.

"You mean, Harry Potter has the blood of a wizard."

Zhou Qi took a sip of the strong tea and said lightly, "And my intervention made him reject the invitation from the Magic Academy."

Dumbledore said sincerely: "Mr. Ivan, I hope you can persuade Harry to use his magical talent to be a Muggle. It's a pity... I don't think Muggles are inferior, it's just that he There should be a brighter future."

It is unbelievable that the white wizard can lower his posture and beg Muggles like this.

Zhou Qi put down the white porcelain teacup, tapped his finger on the mahogany table, and said thoughtfully, "Mr. Dumbledore, you have magic, you can't make Harry change his mind, what can I do?"

Dumbledore was a little ashamed.

"Perhaps you don't know, Harry has a special meaning to us!" the white wizard whispered: "He defeated the Dark Lord when he was young and is the destined savior. If Harry gave up magic, it was not only magic In this world, even the Muggle society will be controlled by the swept-up Dark Lord!"

In order to return Harry Potter to his original destiny.

Dumbledore even uttered the prophecies circulating in the wizarding world.

The result was not what he imagined. The Muggle musician in front of him gradually became indifferent, his eyes were calm and a little sarcastic.

"Mr. Wizard." The musician said, "If I understand correctly, what you need is not Harry Potter, but the savior of destiny, right?"

He rudely tore up Dumbledore's whitewashed words and revealed the cruel truth.

"You ignore Harry's grievances, ignore Harry's upbringing, just to make him a tool to promote destiny. In your eyes, what is Harry Potter, is it your pig?"

The musician made no secret of the irony in his tone.

Dumbledore was speechless. At this moment, the Muggle musician in front of him overlapped with Severus Snape, who was sobbing eleven years ago.

"Fate cannot be changed, this is Harry's destiny."

Dumbledore is worthy of being an old-fashioned white wizard, and he quickly sobered up from his doubts.

Musician: "Do you like music?"

Dumbledore frowned: "No one would reject music."

"Then whose music do you prefer?" The musician got up, walked to the spray-painted upright piano and sat down, looking like he wanted to play on the spot.

Dumbledore couldn't understand his thoughts, so he could only follow the words: "Bach! Johann Sebastian Bach, I love his "Matthew Passion"."

The voice just fell.

The solemn and low-pitched music slowly flowed out, Zhou Qi looked sad, and used his shoulders to drive his arms and wrists, just like a beautiful dance music, he played the 72nd part of the Passion of Matthew.

The white wizard couldn't help but lose his mind.

The Passion of Matthew is based on Bach's description of the crucifixion of **** in the Bible. The overall tone is grand and sad. This piece of music needs various combinations such as orchestra and chorus to show the essence of the piece.

But in the hands of young musicians, it is magical, expressing this piece with the multi-range of the piano.

But Dumbledore was not surprised.

He had listened to the Passion of Matthew many times, and had heard many famous adaptations, but he had never heard an adaptation like this. He only changed a few vocal ranges, and in the solemn and sad tone, a vaguely high emotion was raised. .

Just like in a turbulent tsunami, raising the sails, but heading against the wind, breaking through the sky, in the passionate and grand movement, the white wizard saw the light pouring from the layers of dark clouds as if he were there.

The piano sound slowly ceased.

The musician's palm is still on the black and white keys, and his breathing is a little short. It is a great physical exhaustion to arrange such a grand music.

"Bach was a musician in the Baroque period, and he was also a great religious artist. Most of the music he created had religious elements. Compared with Bach's music, I prefer Beethoven."

Zhou Qidao: "What is fate, should we obey it, or should we resist it?"

Dumbledore covered his heart and calmed his pounding heart.

He has no time to think about the meaning of the musician's words, and he is still immersed in the arrangement of music that is like a variation of destiny.

"Mr. Wizard, make a deal."

The musician sat back in the chair, slowly took a sip of the cooled black tea, and smiled: "I am very interested in magic, it can inspire my music inspiration, if you can let me learn magic, I can help persuade me. Harry Potter."

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, shook his head and said, "There has never been a precedent for a Muggle to learn magic, Mr. Ivan."

"How will you know if you don't try it?"

Zhou Qi's tone was full of interest: "I don't believe in fate, I believe that man can conquer the sky."

If Zhou Qi had made this request before, Dumbledore would probably laugh at the Muggle's self-control.

But after listening to the adapted "The Passion of Matthew", he was speechless for a while. The musician's questioning about fate and his resistance to hardship were integrated into the music. This is the best answer. No one will laugh at him and try his best to resist. destiny man.

Maybe this Muggle musician can really bring different vitality to the magic world.

"Please let me go back and think about it."

The White Wizard decided to hand over this mess to the Ministry of Magic to deal with. The debt is not to worry about. Anyway, sooner or later, the Ministry of Magic will worry about this Muggle who knows the existence of the magic world but cannot control it. It is better to worry about it.

"Mr. Ivan, thank you for your music, it's the most beautiful piece of music I've heard in a hundred years."

Dumbledore was sincere, then turned into a white shadow and disappeared in the piano room.

Zhou Qi watched the white wizard leave with the help of shapeshifting, picked up a cookie that was baked just right, and while biting it, showed a smile that the plan was successful.

.....

Dumbledore took advantage of the darkness to return to Hogwarts.

He called the deans of the four major academies to the principal's office and informed them of what happened today.

Whether it was Harry Potter rejecting Hogwarts or Muggle musicians rejecting Legilimency, the four deans were shocked.

"Headmaster, we can't give up Harry Potter!"

Dean of Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall has a tough attitude: "Let me go, I will persuade Harry Potter to study at Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore shook his head.

He had seen Harry and could see the determination of this savior boy, it was not something that could be done by substitution.

Except for Dean Slytherin, who remained silent, the other three deans started a discussion.

The white wizard leaned back on the soft chair and recalled the piece of music played by the Muggle musicians, as well as the other party's last proposal. This incredible idea he did not tell anyone else.

He was barely convinced of the musician's idea after listening to the music played by Ivan.

But no one else has heard of it.

Muggles want to learn magic. Just saying this, I am afraid they will cause their resistance. This is completely contrary to the non-disclosure agreement that the magic world believes in today. Dumbledore doesn't know how to explain this.

Are NDAs Really All Right?

Dumbledore looked up at the dome. In the frescoes of the dome, he couldn't help but think about the reason for the birth of the International Wizarding Confidentiality Agreement. In the Middle Ages, wizards were expelled and mutilated by Muggles, which formed the basis of the International Wizarding Convention. guidelines.

Absolute secrecy from Muggles.

But now it's the 20th century. Can the conventions formulated in the Middle Ages really be adapted to the present era?

Dumbledore is not a pure antique. During World War I and World War II, he even shared the same philosophy as Grindelwald, believing that wizards and Muggles will conflict sooner or later.

At the speed of Muggle science, the discovery of wizards is not very far away.

"I have an idea." Dumbledore said, "I just need your consent."

The arguing dean looked at the principal.

The white wizard said solemnly, "I want to open a new course at Hogwarts, the Muggle music course."

.....

It was a grey morning in London, and the tumbling waves of the Thames hit the rocks.

"Good morning, Mr. Ivan."

As soon as Zhou Qi finished washing up, a certain white wizard who was not in a good mood lightly passed the villa security and appeared at the dining table.

Dumbledore looked at the porridge and fried dough sticks on the table, his nose moved, and he sat down politely: "Is this the Far Eastern breakfast, I wonder if I can have the honor to enjoy it together?"

Zhou Qi was speechless, all sat down, should I drive you away?

"Mr. Wizard, you can walk in through the gate next time." Zhou Qi said, "It's just right, I invited a pastry master from Tao Tao Ju, Yangcheng in the Far East. You can try Cantonese breakfast."

Crystal clear crystal shrimp dumplings, Qiankun's barbecued pork buns inside, red rice sausages that are tender outside and crispy inside, and soft and delicious carrot cake.

When did Dumbledore see the morning tea mode, he thought that it was like an English breakfast, with a few sandwiches, and then we could get down to business. The result was the same exquisite breakfast, which was brought to the table one after another.

Every time they finish one, they go to the second one without stopping.

Dumbledore tried to speak several times, but seeing the young musician eating breakfast slowly and calmly, he couldn't find the time to talk.

"Enough, enough!"

Dumbledore said with a bitter face: "Is there so much for breakfast in the Far East? I really can't eat it."

Zhou Qi slowly pulled out the tablecloth, wiped the corner of his mouth, and looked at the white wizard with a smile: "Mr. wizard, you shouldn't come to me for such a trivial matter, right?"

Dumbledore had an MMP in his heart, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Ivan, I'm here to take you to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic already knows about you and will hold a court hearing this morning."

Dumbledore estimated the time, glanced at the wall clock, and his expression stiffened.

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PS: Thanks for the blade of Baili Tusu 9

Old rules, next chapter night

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Section 364 Chapter 7 Wizarding Referendum (Subscribe)

In 1692, the International Confederation of Wizards passed the Magical Secrecy Clause.

The Wizarding Council was reorganized into the Ministry of Magic, to maintain the balance between the magical society and the Muggle society, and to protect all wizards and magical animals in the jurisdiction from being discovered by Muggles.

Each country has an independent magical government that is responsible for the country's magical administration, judiciary, and legislation.

And the British Ministry of Magic governs the entire British Isles.

Through the telephone booth in the center of London, the White Wizard led the musicians to the political area of ​​the British wizarding world.

In the original book, there are a lot of brushstrokes to describe the Ministry of Magic, and there are many pictures of the Ministry of Magic in the movie, but these are far less than what Zhou Qi has seen and heard, the luxurious and spacious hall, the white jade floor, and the dome full of magnificent colors.

A Ministry of Magic civil servant in a suit.

There are wizards from all over England, and even all over the world, wearing tall hats and gray robes.