I’m Really An Alchemist

The white wizard put away his hostility, the creepy feeling of walking on a tightrope on a cliff subsided like a tide, he took his eyes off Zhou Qi with difficulty and turned to the oil painting.

"Has Mrs. Paplow been taken away by them too?" Dumbledore asked.

Zhou Qi: "Maybe they were taken away, maybe they died of old age, it depends on how long it took them to know about the world of portraits."

Facing the puzzled white wizard, Zhou Qi patiently explained the difference.

In the world of magic paintings he created, the time frame of reference is completely different from that of the real world, and the time flow rate of the world in the paintings is much higher than that of the real world.

And ordinary magic paintings do not have the setting of time.

This is the reason why the life of the magic painting can be immortal.

Mrs. Papulo was pulled into the Allen world, so she needed to adapt to the time rules of the Allen world. It was exactly two hours since she disappeared. How long has it been in the Allen world?

This is the meaning of the second half of Zhou Qi's words.

But being able to learn to express meaning in English from Allen's world, I think Mrs. Paplow stayed in this painting for a long time.

"They had enough information through Mrs. Papulo, and they left the painting a few minutes before the time frame of reference where we were, and hid in the world of magic paintings all over the world."

Zhou Qirao looked at the English phrases on the painting with interest, "It wants to come to me, but it doesn't appear in front of me through other paintings. Principal, do you know what this means?"

The white wizard was dazed by the amount of information.

He subconsciously answered: "What does it mean?"

"It shows that they know that they are a painting." Zhou Qi's eyes brimming with brilliance, as if seeing a child growing up, showing a sincere smile: "And painting is not qualified to have an equal dialogue with painters."

"They want to talk to me as an equal!"

Dumbledore was dumbfounded.

The person in the painting wants to have an equal dialogue with the painter...

Is this possible?

A painting is always a painting and cannot affect the real world.

Zhou Qi grabbed the curtain and covered the dead oil painting again. He clapped his hands, happy and satisfied, just like a father would feel distressed when he sees his child growing up and rebellious.

But more than joy.

Because this is also the road that my father himself has experienced.

Looking at the oil painting that had been covered up, Zhou Qi stared at it for a long time, turned around, and left the office with Dumbledore, who was especially dazed.

The white wizard was afraid.

"What will they do? Where will they go? Will they cause harm?"

Zhou Qi: "Even I can't predict what they are going to do, but there is one thing I can be sure of—" He paused and smiled softly: "They will come back, come back here."

"We just have to wait for their return."

.....

United States, Arizona.

The Auror of the Magic Congress walked into the house and saw the weeping wizard couple.

"Not long after we went out, she...she disappeared."

The mistress sobbed.

"It was about 3:07 in the afternoon. You and your husband came home and found that the daughter in the portrait was missing?" The Auror wrote down the words of the wizard couple and frowned at the oil painting on the wall.

The background of the oil painting is the lakeside.

The verdant green grass and the endless green lake, the lush green mountains in the distance, and the smiling girl standing in front of the lake... This is no longer there!

The oil painting the Auror saw was an almost dry green lake, yellow-brown soil, and the green hills in the distance seemed to have been bombed, full of potholes, and the couple's long-dead daughter was nowhere to be seen.

"Please, please find Angel back, we can't lose her!"

The wizard couple begged the Aurors.

The Auror pursed his lips, nodded and said, "This is our job."

The Auror who left this wizarding town and returned to the state branch of the Magical Congress classified and reported this abnormal event of the magic painting, but it did not receive the attention it deserved, and even the degree of danger was low.

The Auror declared again, but was still approved by the upper echelons of Congress, on the grounds that Congress was not a Muggle police officer who helped parents find children.

"This is not an ordinary event!" Auror argued, "This is my intuition as an Auror!"

The boss sneered: "This is an ordinary, too small case, I thought the missing person was really a human being, but I didn't expect it to be a person in a picture. There is no law in the wizarding law that states that the person in the picture is the person in the picture. They have the same rights as humans, and they don't even have to pay taxes!"

The Auror was shaking with anger.

"She is the dead child of that couple..."

"That's just a painting." The boss pointed at him sternly: "Their child has passed away, and the painting was reported as a loss of private property. This is the greatest mercy we have given them!"

The Auror was speechless.

The expectant gaze of the wizard couple flashed in his mind.

Whether the portrait belongs to life, or belongs to the wizard's private property... No one has ever considered this. The wizarding world has become accustomed to the existence and company of magic paintings, but never thought of giving them legal rights.

After all, painting is just painting.

Can't replace people.

.....

It was dinner time at Hogwarts, and the students were able to get out of the lounge area and head to the dining hall to eat.

They were still discussing Mrs. Paplow's disappearance.

The professors were worried and could not give an answer. Dumbledore was even more silent. His panic was far more than that of other professors and students. In this world, he was the only one who was closest to the truth.

But the truth is too cruel.

Dumbledore could only use silence to keep the truth and not hurt others.

"See you tomorrow."

Harry Potter said to the black cat, the black cat turned back three times, and finally ran into the end of the corridor and disappeared.

We've known each other for almost half a month, and Harry doesn't even know why this black cat is so close to him, why it mysteriously disappears every time it's dinner time, and reappears on time the next morning.

There are too many strange creatures at Hogwarts, and this one is not bad.

Harry didn't want to go to the dining hall.

Every time he appeared, except for Ron and Hermione, there would be a blank circle around him, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

Touching his stomach, Harry quietly walked past the crowded cafeteria and walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen was near the Hufflepuff rest area, where the house-elves prepared hearty food for every hungry student.

Walking in the empty castle.

Harry took a step and hid behind the stone pillar. He stuck his head out and peered into the gap between the stairs. He saw a silent figure in a black robe, rushing out of the castle, blending into the night, and heading towards Forbidden forest direction.

"Sirius!"

Harry carefully drew out his wand, and the never-quenched hatred floated in his eyes.

Even though he had never really seen the **** who betrayed his parents, Harry recognized him at first sight, whether it was his tall figure or the profile of his face through the black hood.

You are finally out!

Harry immediately associated Mrs. Paplow's disappearance, and instantly understood everything—it was him, Sirius! He was hiding at Hogwarts, trying to kill my Sirius.

It was he who kidnapped Mrs. Paplow!

Harry knew that at this time, it was best to report it to the professor and let the professor handle it.

But he was not reconciled. If Sirius escaped, when would he be caught next time?

Holding the wand in his hand, the angry savior chased the figure of Sirius. He also stepped out of the brightly lit castle and came to the edge of the dark forbidden forest. The transparent barrier was upside down, dividing the deep forbidden forest.

"What is he doing here?"

Harry tried his best to suppress the movement of his body. He used the Forbidden Forest hut as a shield to watch the movement of the figure.

Since Hagrid resigned, the Forbidden Forest hut has been abandoned.

No one will come here.

Harry held his breath and quietly approached Sirius, his wand gripped tightly.

Suddenly.

Sirius moved slightly, and he actually followed the edge of the barrier and burrowed into the hole. After a while, he appeared on the other side of the forbidden forest.

Harry looked stunned.

Is this how the Death Eaters appeared at Hogwarts?

Seeing Sirius disappear into the shadowy Forbidden Forest, Harry stopped thinking about it and came to the cave. The boulder opened.

and covered it with snow.

No wonder it was able to pass through the magical barrier arranged by Dumbledore.

Harry's hand gripping the wand was also white with cold. He swept away the snow and came from the burrow to the Forbidden Forest. He knew that he had violated the rules of Hogwarts, but hatred blinded him.

Didn't clean up the dirt on the body.

Harry burrowed into the Forbidden Forest.

This is the second time he has stepped into the Forbidden Forest alone. The last time he was in the first grade, he saw Professor Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, sucking the blood of a unicorn, and he also met a kind centaur.

But this time, Harry had just stepped into the Forbidden Forest.

He sensed something was wrong.

The moment he stepped into the Forbidden Forest, countless gazes were cast on him, full of anger, hatred, and madness, followed by the shaking of the ground, as if countless beasts swarmed.

"Hush!"

Puchi.

A dark shadow descended from the sky, its wings spread out, and Harry used the moonlight to see the true face of the shadow.

"Buckbeak!" he exclaimed.

Buckbeak's eyes were full of humanized anxiety, his front hoofs smashed the ground, grabbed Harry's collar in one bite, turned his head and put him on his back, flapping his wings, smashed out of the forbidden forest, and flew into the sky.

almost at the same time.

Arrows rained densely on the ground.

In the chaos, Harry hugged Buckbeak's neck and turned his head, terrified.

Countless magical animals roared wildly in the forbidden forest, and there were also naked centaurs who raised their bows and arrows in hatred and shot at Buckbeak flying in the sky.

"Hush!"

Buckbeak screamed loudly, struggling to avoid the attack of the sharp arrow, but was accidentally pulled on his body by a thick branch, showing bloodstains.

However, it didn't hesitate at all, it hit the canopy all the way and flew into the sky.

Reach the heights that arrow blades cannot reach.

Harry really understood why Dumbledore was so wary of the Forbidden Forest, and even refused to communicate with the Forbidden Forest. He had complained to Hagrid more than once, and as long as the misunderstanding was cleared up, he would not be able to continue peace with the Forbidden Forest.

Facts have proved.

It's not that simple.

The Forbidden Forest suffered heavy casualties last year, and created extreme fear and hatred for human beings. Even if Dumbledore told the centaurs that all this was caused by the dark wizard Dubois, it was impossible to restore the slightest relationship.

Now in the Forbidden Forest, human wizards—especially human wizards in Gryffindor robes.

As long as he appears in the Forbidden Forest, he will never die.

The Gryffindor robe on Harry Potter has become a source of hatred.

"Buckbeak, where are you taking me?" Harry was lying on the hippogriff's body, the swift flight brought only fear to him, he turned his head, and Hogwarts could no longer see the shadow .

He was taken to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"I'm going back!" Harry exclaimed, "I'll be punished!"

at this time.

Harry heard the sound of flapping wings, and a large number of flying beasts flew out of the forest under his feet, chasing frantically.