I’m Really An Alchemist

The words fall.

Zhou Qi opened the door and the light poured out.

He went out.

Leaving Snape, who was under the petrification spell, stay in the dark potions classroom.

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"The first step in learning arcane magic is to sense your own spiritual power. As wizards, your innate nature is higher than that of ordinary people." Zhou Qi took chalk and drew a meditation geometry on the blackboard.

"Sensing the spiritual power, use it to feel the mystery behind the magic, and then unravel the mystery!"

The students sat upright and listened carefully to the class.

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand, constructed a simple geometric figure in the void, and said with a smile, "Who of you can unlock it and tell what kind of magic it is, I'll give the academy 20 points."

Hermione Granger, who was sitting in the first batch, picked up the pen decisively and calculated it on the scratch paper.

Not to be outdone, the other students picked up the pen to calculate the geometric figure with difficulty.

"Professor Ivan."

Outside the classroom, Dumbledore knocked on the door. He was beaming with joy, followed by a familiar figure.

Zhou Qi walked out of the classroom.

That familiar figure turned out to be the current Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge. It's just that this minister, compared to what he saw two years ago, has a tired look on his face, and his hair is much whiter.

"Minister Fudge, long time no see." Zhou Qi greeted him with the ancient British manner.

Minister Fudge looked excited and grabbed his hands.

"Thank you...Professor Ivan, thank you!" The top political official in the magic world said sincerely: "The potion you created saved two million Muggles."

[Holy Water] worked.

Several radical Aurors from the Ministry of Magic sneaked into Paris in the middle of the night and threw potions into the waterworks.

More than 2 million ghouls in Paris have completely turned back into human beings. Except for a few people who retain their remaining impressions, most of them have no memory. They will only turn the late night into ghouls and regard it as a terrifying scene. nightmare.

Dumbledore was very emotional when he sent away the grateful Minister Fudge.

"If it wasn't for your help this time, Professor Ivan, I really don't know what would have happened!"

[Holy Water] The storm did not end so easily.

PS: Thank you for the blade that Liuliwa wants to be needed, thank you for the blade and spicy strips of Frost Sigh, thank you for the blade of Laogui 13, thank you for the blade of Xuanyuan Huayu

Tell me why the update is so late

I started writing at one o'clock in the afternoon. When Calvinka reached five o'clock, I only wrote 2,000 words, and I tore up the 2,000 words. The main reason was that the plot was too deliberate, and I was not satisfied.

I am not satisfied, and the readers will not be satisfied

I tore up the nearly 6,000-word storyline, sorted out the outline, and then made it smooth.

It is better to ensure the reasonable deduction of the plot and the smoothness of the story, but not to scribble a few times because of Carvin, the number of words in the water, and the development of the main line.

so

Only four thousand words today

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Chapter 417 Chapter 58 Necromancy

"Daily Prophet: Holy water - arcane potion, is arcane as useless as we think?"

The resolution of the Paris ghoul incident not only relieved the wizard, but also produced complicated emotions about arcane magic.

If the ghoul incident continues to ferment, it will eventually attract the attention of the Muggle society.

The veil of the magical world that covers itself will also be torn apart.

More than two million Muggle ghouls, this is no joke.

Unless the city of Paris is completely destroyed, and the memory of billions of people on the earth about Paris is wiped out, this matter can be completely hidden - but who can do that?

When the ghoul incident came out, wizards all over the world went crazy.

Before this thing got completely out of control.

Muggle musicians invent the potion to reverse vampires, bringing the wizarding world back to the back of the world.

The wizard's perception of Zhou Qi and arcane magic is extremely complicated.

They hate the existence of arcane magic, thinking that it tarnishes magic and tramples on their pride as mages.

But I have to admit that without arcane magic and Muggle musicians at Hogwarts, the wizarding world would have no cover, and in the Muggle society, the non-disclosure agreement would no longer be effective.

Maybe wizards will return to their medieval end.

"Thanks to the help of Mr. M. Ivan this time, I can't even imagine what would happen if the magical world was exposed to the eyes of Muggles!"

"Actually, I think arcane is also a kind of magic. No one said that only wizards can use magic, right?"

"You didn't say that last time!"

Except for a small number of pure-blood wizards, most wizards are reflecting on their resistance to arcane magic, and their attitude towards arcane magic is gradually improving. It is reflected in Hogwarts that many students have received letters from their parents.

Not only did they agree to learn arcane magic.

He also sincerely apologizes for his previous rudeness to the musician.

But the same.

The Dark Lord, who was resurrected from the Horcrux, also turned his attention to holy water and Muggle musicians.

Different Dark Lords have different attitudes towards this potion that can reverse the state of a vampire.

French Ministry of Magic.

Horrified vampires crawl like domestic dogs, and the thought of their degeneration from a long-lived vampire to a worthless Muggle floods their hearts with fear and hatred.

The style of the Ministry of Magic has changed drastically.

The light was dim. At the top of the stone hall, a giant stone snake was coiled into a seat. The twenty-two-year-old Voldemort leaned on the seat with his eyes drooping slightly.

Beside him, Tom, whose face was destroyed, stood silently in the shadows.

There were also Death Eaters standing on both sides of the hall, swiping at the vampires with irony in their eyes.

"Holy water, arcane potion."

Voldemort played with the bamboo leaf snake on his leg. He opened his palm and let the emerald green snake meander up the palm of his hand.

"I thought I'd deal with that Muggle after this Dark Lord game... It seems that some people can't wait to kill themselves."

The vampire raised his head expectantly.

The Dark Lord sat upright, his eyes showing cold killing intent.

"Grey," he whispered.

There was a sound of wings flapping from the dome, and an incomparably huge bat fell, turned into a human shape, and knelt down in front of the Dark Lord.

This vampire is completely different from other cowardly vampires.

It is like a ferocious boxer, with a ferocious face, bloodthirsty smile, muscular muscles, wearing only a short shirt and beach pants, exuding an unrivaled aura.

Whether it was a vampire or a death eater, his expression changed slightly when he saw Gray.

This is the Dark Lord's most proud subordinate, and also the most murderous executioner.

In its hands, I don't know how many wizards died, all of them were beaten to death - for this vampire who is keen on melee combat, it has no consciousness of magical creatures.

"You go to London and kill all the friends and relatives of Muggle musicians."

Voldemort smiled happily: "Since you resist me, you must teach me a lesson."

"Yes, my master."

Gray grinned, turned into a shadow, and disappeared into the Ministry of Magic.

"It doesn't make sense." Tom stood in the shadows, his voice hoarse and leaking: "You will only push Muggle musicians to another Dark Lord, that Voldemort needs holy water very much. This is a weapon that can be used against you."

"I know."

The emerald green snake climbed onto Voldemort's shoulders, his icy body pressed against his cheek, and the bright red snake letter swirled towards Tom in the shadows.

Voldemort: "I just want everyone who wants to rebel against me to understand the price of rebellion."

The cruel and indifferent words silenced Tom.

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London.

The stars shone, and the street lamps flickered.

In front of Zhou Qi's villa, a huge bat shadowed across, and dull footsteps came out of the darkness.

Seeing that the villa was brightly lit, the figures inside shook.

Gray showed a brutal, excited smile. He put on a silver-white finger tiger on his palm, wanting to enjoy as much of the thrill of brutality as possible.

"One, two....eight people." The vampire whispered, "I can enjoy it more."

He took a step and walked towards the villa.

Snapped.

The crisp sound of bubbles popping.

Gray froze slightly, turned his head, and at the end of the dark street, a swaying figure walked out.

That is a heroic and beautiful woman.

Long green hair draped over her back.

A stylish and fitted denim jacket.

This woman was blowing bubble gum, like a passerby, walked along the road, walked in front of the vampire, and stopped.

She raised her head and looked at the muscular man who was at least 1.9 meters tall.

"What are you looking at?"

Gray licked the corner of his mouth and greedily looked down at the woman's beautiful face.

The belly fire quietly ignited, and his body slowly heated up. He wanted to ravage her, tear her apart, and devour her.

The woman blows white bubbles.

Snapped.

The bubbles burst crisply.

The street lights flickered frequently, reflecting in the dark shadow on the wall, a huge and cold phantom appeared, accompanied by the panic sound of the vampire stuck in the throat, like the dull sound of a train crashing.

The lights calmed down again, and the two of them had disappeared from the street.

"tastes bad."

Medusa walked out of the dark alley in dissatisfaction, glanced at the villa in the distance, and disappeared into the night.

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Hogwarts.

Snape expressionlessly took out two books from his robe and threw them on Zhou Qi's desk.

"Black Magic: Ritual of the Soul"

"Curses and Souls - The Power of Slytherin"

This is the magical information about the soul that he took from the hands of the white wizard Dumbledore and the dark wizard Voldemort by using the nature of the double agent.

"I hope you're not lying to me!" Snape stared at the alchemist's eyes tightly: "Otherwise, even if I die, I will drag you to **** with you, Yi! Fan! Professor! Professor!"

Zhou Qi happily put away two magic books about souls.