I’m Really An Alchemist

She looked down at the giantess.

"Of course we know."

This blonde is the president of the student council of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the most proud student of the teachers, but this girl dedicates all her maturity and intelligence to Tom Riddle.

"Mrs. Maxim." The girl smiled and said, "It's time for you to step down from the position of principal. Lord Tom will lead us to move forward and create a future that belongs to us."

The giantess' eyes widened and her breathing was short, but she was **** by several students and thrown into the basement.

Tom Riddle was sitting in her principal's office, and in front of him stood a row of professors from Beth Barton. These professors stood in front of him uneasily, with their heads lowered, completely unable to see their previous posture.

"Please don't be afraid." Tom Riddle said gently: "I will not interfere with your teaching, and will only provide some direction for your teaching."

The professors were still trembling with fear.

From the second hour that Tom Riddle appeared in Beauxbatons, the school had completely surrendered, and his crowd and followers had grown more and more, and the professors had no idea what magic he had to be able to Let most of the students follow enthusiastically.

"Principal, what should we do in the future?"

A professor squeezed out a pleasing smile and called Tom Riddle the principal.

While the other professors scolded him for shame in their hearts, they scrambled to get their knees.

Tom Riddle leaned back in his chair, looked at the professors mockingly, took out his wand and pointed it on the parchment, handed the parchment to the student council president, and said calmly, "Choose the elite and become my Death Eaters."

The blonde put away the parchment, took out her wand and stuck it on her fair arm.

Blood poured out, forming a scarlet unicorn mark on the arm.

Tom Riddle sat in the office, looking at the mountains and grasslands in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the corners of his mouth raised a happy arc.

Eighteen-year-old Voldemort is completely different from Voldemorts of other ages.

When Tom was making this Horcrux, he had just graduated from Hogwarts. As the former president of the Hogwarts Student Union, he thought more than once how to change the magical world if he could become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

And now, he has done it.

Tom Riddle suddenly chuckled, if he thought of this, someone would naturally think of it too.

Bulgarian mountains.

Twenty-year-old Tom Riddle, wearing a black robe, stood quietly on the lake, looking at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the distance.

This magic school that trained the first Dark Lord and only recruited pure-blooded wizards is the best Death Eater base.

He patted his robe, dropped his wand into his hand, and with a cold smile, slowly walked towards the tall building standing in the distance.

.....

Balkans - Romania.

boom!

The man was smashed against the wall, and his sternum sank in an instant.

He was wearing gorgeous clothes and a diamond-encrusted ring on his palm. No matter where he looked, he was an aristocrat and upper class.

But such a person has scars all over his body and uncontrollable fear on his face.

"No... please, don't..."

The man raised his head, obviously suffering enough to die injuries, but he recovered slowly in a short period of time.

Romania is the birthplace of vampires, there are enough vampires living here, they claim to be vampires, and have a non-aggression pact with wizards.

A man is the marquis of the blood clan.

It is also the vampire with the highest power, the highest honor, and the strongest strength among all vampires.

But such a powerful vampire crawled on all fours, crawling like an animal, and crawled to the young man's feet.

It was a young man with bloodshot eyes and a face that was whiter than a vampire.

Twenty-two-year-old Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"I am willing to obey you, I am willing to obey you..." the Marquis pleaded.

In this luxurious castle, a large number of vampires were fixed to death on the walls. They were immortal, but suffered tortures that were far more painful than death, screaming and wailing, undulating like a movement.

"You seem to have forgotten me."

Voldemort bent down, stroked the Marquis's head gently, grabbed his hair, and yanked it back.

Click.

The Marquis turned his head ninety degrees and met Voldemort's cold eyes.

Even if the cervical spine was broken, the vampire did not die, and he shed tears of fear.

Forty-five years ago, Voldemort, who had left the Borkinbok store, once set foot in this territory where vampires lived, and showed his cruel methods, making the vampires that have been proliferating for thousands of years almost wiped out.

Until Voldemort left Romania.

The vampires hid for several years before carefully developing their descendants and growing up again.

After Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter, vampires celebrated and worshipped Harry Potter for a time, thinking that their fears had finally disappeared.

Until the terror came again.

"Do you know?" Tom's soft voice appeared coldly in the vampire's ear: "I'm playing a game, a game with myself, some people play at school, some people recycle Useless subordinate."

"But—" He took out his wand and plunged it into the vampire's artery, making it howl in pain: "It's just to win the game, aren't consumables more useful?"

The wand pierced into the artery poured into mad magic.

These magic powers accompanied the vampire's pain, clenched its heart, penetrated into its soul, and enslaved the soul with special black magic.

The vampire suddenly widened his eyes and trembled.

In his pupils, the phantom of a green snake appeared, and the phantom flowed from the pupils, into the blood vessels, and into the heart.

"I obey you, my master."

The vampire knelt in front of Tom, showing a hideous and crazy smile.

Close to Romania is the Boundless Forest, bordering the twelve countries of Eastern Europe.

Albanian forest.

A wafting gloomy wind whistled, and then fell to the ground, turning into an Asian girl with smoky makeup. This Asian girl trembled in pain, leaning against the tree, her expression suddenly confused and wild, and for a while it was fierce.

"Give me your body, Nagini!"

The girl growled hideously, "I am your master, give me your body!"

"Damn, I'm Voldemort!"

"I'm Nagini... Credence, I won't let Grindelwald take you away!"

"He's dead!" The girl knelt on the ground in pain, her slender and tender palms grabbed into the soil: "You're dead too, your consciousness and your memories are fake!"

"Give me your body back!"

"His!"

The girl frantically rolled on the ground. She would turn into a human form at one time, a snake at another time, and even half-human and half-snake.

Even Dubois could not have imagined such a coincidence.

Voldemort's soul, who was supposed to devour Nagini's resurrection, was inadvertently restored to Nagini's human form's memory and consciousness in the process of growing up... No, it can't be called recovery.

Instead, in Voldemort's own memory, all the memories of Nagini's blood-cursed orcs appeared.

She has a split personality.

Crack!

The shadow of Phantom Shift landed on the ground.

Nagini (Voldemort) raised his neck, turned into a serpent, and quickly followed the tree and climbed into the canopy.

"Owner...."

Peter Pettigrew whispered, "Master, are you here, I am Peter, your faithful servant."

The snake shadow slowly glides on the tree.

Nagini Voldemort, who was occupied by animal nature, greedily looked at the fresh flesh and blood under the tree, slowly opened his stinking mouth, and quietly and silently hung his tail on the branch, behind Peter Pettigrew.

"Owner?"

Peter Pettigrew noticed that the breath was nearby, his face was delighted, and he hurriedly turned around.

Nagini opened his mouth wide and bit towards his neck.

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Chapter 407 Chapter 49

"host--"

Pettigrew's eyes widened, and at the moment when the stench bite, his instinct changed into Animagus, his body suddenly dipped, and Nagini's huge mouth swayed from the top of his head.

A gray mouse, squeaking frantically.

Nagini let go of his tail and slammed it on the ground. The snake's eyes were full of wildness and greed, and the coiled upper body was like a green arrow, and it shot towards the mouse.

Pettigrew was so frightened that she forgot her loyalty and ran away frantically.

The mouse ran, the snake chased.

Pettigrew fully exerted the mouse's ability to escape, like a gray shadow, shuttled through the forest, panicking to the extreme, but the black-spotted snake behind him was chasing after him, every half a step away, he could swallow the mouse into the abdomen.

"Master master master!"

"I am your faithful servant!"

The mouse was exhausted and hid behind the old oak tree, squeaking to the stray snake, it retreated step by step, but had no strength to escape.

Nagini (Voldemort)'s eyes were devoid of humanity, only greedy and beastly. It was like playing with food, slowly crawling over, using its body to block the way the mouse left, opening its mouth, and the stench of saliva dripped on the yellow leaves.

Hiss!

Nagini opened his mouth to bite the desperate mouse.

"Nagini..."

A surprised voice came.

Nagini's body froze suddenly, and under it, the gray mouse was too frightened to move, and his eyes were full of fear.

"It's really you, Nagini!"

Quirrell held his wand and his expression went from puzzled to surprised.

He walked quickly towards the big snake.

"His!"

Pain and confusion floated in Nagini's beastly and savage snake eyes, and it fled away from Quirrell as if in a panic, then soared into the sky, turning into a puff of black smoke and escaping into the distance.

Quirrell didn't come to his senses for a while.

"what happened?"

Thump!

The dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from my ears.

The bald fat man who came from nowhere fell to the ground, his body twitched, tears and snot all over his face.

"Master....my master..."

A cabin in the woods.

Pettigrew knelt on the ground, looking sadly and sincerely at the human face in the soft chair.

Voldemort's face was extremely blue.