I’m Really An Alchemist

Waited for two hours.

The world of portraits cracked open out of thin air, and a majestic suction force was generated from the gaps. The complexion of Voldemort in the portrait changed dramatically, and he didn't even have a chance to cast magic.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort outside the portrait have not recovered from their shock.

A silver-white ball fell out of the gap.

Boo!

An extremely dazzling white light suddenly erupted, and the little green snake on Voldemort's neck quickly wriggled, covering his eyes.

And the other vampires who observed the portrait covered their eyes and wailed.

That white light surpassed their carrying capacity, far whiter than all the whites in the world, white enough to exceed the limit that the eyes could bear.

The light disappeared instantly.

Voldemort got up from the chair in horror. The vampires and Death Eaters beside him covered their eyes, screamed and wailed, and rolled on the ground.

And that painting, the painting swallowed by the white light, has become a pure white painting.

There is nothing left.

Nothing is left.

It's like mocking his self-control.

Voldemort's face was blue and purple, and he grabbed his wand and smashed the frame to pieces, feeling humiliated and scared. The enemy didn't even show his face, and he almost hurt him in the portrait.

What kind of enemy is this?

What kind of monster?

.....

"Professor Lupin?" The house elf in the chef's hat thought for a moment, and said timidly, "Our impression of Professor Lupin is that he is very good at eating."

"Good at eating?" Harry emphasized: "How good are you at eating?"

The house-elf replied: "He never eats in the cafeteria, and each meal is for two people...Professor Lupin said that he eats a lot, and he is not full when he eats in the cafeteria, and he needs extra food, so it's better to wait. Dining at the office!"

The house-elf left, and Harry pursed his lips and fell silent.

Paying attention to Professor Lupin, he found too many anomalies, and these anomalies existed for a long time, but he always ignored them.

"Harry Potter?" Dobby fanned his ears, looked at Harry pitifully, and said, "Dobby is not in charge of the kitchen, there is only so much Dobby can help Harry Potter, Dobby is useless !"

"No, Dobby, you helped me a lot." Harry murmured, "But I have to prove it, think rationally, prove it all!"

He lowered his head and looked at Dobby.

"Dobby, can you do me one more favor?" Harry begged.

Dobby nodded immediately and said in a soft voice, "Harry is Dobby's friend, and Dobby can help him with anything!"

Harry nodded gratefully and whispered in his ear, "Dobby, when Professor Lupin is having dinner today, you hide in his room and see if he has eaten two dinners by himself."

"I'll lend you the Invisibility Cloak."

Dobby is very embarrassed. He is a house elf at Hogwarts at the moment, so he is not allowed to do such a thing.

But Harry was Dobby's forever friend.

Dobby wants to protect Harry and help Harry.

It nodded, but said, "Dobby can be invisible. Dobby doesn't need Harry's invisibility cloak. Wait for the good news from Dobby!"

After speaking, its shape fluctuated and disappeared into the air.

Harry exhaled slowly, completely lost.

He had already believed most of Pettigrew's words, but he still refused to admit that the gentle, erudite, and always friendly and caring Professor Lupin would protect Sirius.

As long as he can deny this, he will take the initiative to admit his mistake to Professor Lupin.

but-

"Harry!"

After dinner, Dobby appeared in front of Harry and told the cruel truth, which caused the boy's trust in Lupin to sink to the bottom.

"Professor Lupin..." Dobby panted: "There is another person in Professor Lupin's room, Sirius, and Dobby has seen his picture!"

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Chapter 436 Chapter 77 We are special!

No wizard has ever thought about what it means if there is no magic painting in life?

Magic painting, through spells and potions, makes a still portrait come to life.

The person in the portrait has the same thinking and memory as the body.

It is not real life.

The dead will not return, and what remains is only falsehood.

But wizards need this falsehood.

Whether it is a deceased relative or a glorious ancestor, the wizard doesn't know that they are false, but seeing the person in the portrait, seeing the familiar tone, memory, and gesture, the wizard will regard them as real.

As if they never left.

 …

London, Ministry of Magic.

Connelly-Fudge, draped in a thick blanket, sat on an upholstered sofa, staring blankly at the pulsating firelight in the fireplace.

On the walls, there were supposed to be oil paintings of successive ministers of the Ministry of Magic, but they were all blank.

These oil paintings are not only symbols, but also the background of the Ministry of Magic. Oil paintings have the memory and thinking of the body, and they are the best teachers.

They can give advice to the current Minister of Magic with their rich life experience, they know the truth hidden in history, they know the ancient legends, and they, like the Ministry of Magic, have gone through a long time.

And these are gone.

The tattoo on the Minister of Magic's forehead deepened a little bit. He tightened the blanket on his body and felt a chill in the warm room.

"Minister Fudge!"

The subordinates knocked on the door, panicked and hesitated.

"Let's report." Connelly-Fudge stared at the firelight in a deep voice: "How many more times this time?"

The subordinate turned over the official document in his hand, his face trembled and his voice trembled.

"Gone."

"Huh?" Minister Fudge turned his head, his eyes widened slightly.

The subordinate grabbed the official document in his palm, lowered his head and said, "In the British peninsula, all the magic paintings... are all gone."

Minister Fudge broke out with cold sweat on his forehead. He lifted the blanket and snatched the report from his subordinate. With the words "impossible" in his mouth, he turned the report out of the quantum fluctuation reading speed.

The cruel facts were displayed in front of him like cold numbers.

Connelly-Fudge was at a loss, and his eyes subconsciously turned to the oil painting on the wall. In the past, every time he encountered something that could not be handled, he obtained a solution from the wisdom of the former minister.

There are only picture frames on the wall, and only white drawing paper.

He swayed, fell on the sofa chair, and hugged his head in pain.

"Minister?" The subordinate said hesitantly, "The Ministry of Magic has received letters of help from all over the country. This matter has too much impact, what should we do?"

How to do?

Connelly also wondered what to do.

The magic painting incident is no better than the Death Eater war, which is in the real dimension and can be stopped!

But what about the former?

They don't even know who the enemy is or the cause of this incident!

Connelly-Fudge thought sadly that he might be put to death on the pillar of shame. No Minister of Magic has ever failed like him. During his tenure, there have been two major events with wide coverage.

Silent for a long time.

The Minister of Magic sighed heavily and stood up.

"Prepare a present for me, I'm going to Hogwarts again."

The subordinates are puzzled.

"Do you want Dumbledore to retrieve the magic painting?"

No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, he is not omnipotent.

In the face of real enemies, his deterrent power is very high, but this is a magic painting incident that affects the whole world. Is it possible that Dumbledore has a solution?

Wizard Merlin might not be able to solve it!

Looking at the confused expression of his subordinates, the Minister of Magic shook his head and said in a low voice: "We need to divert the attention of the public and try to restore the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, and now the only way for the people to continue to maintain confidence in us is to Defeat the Dark Lord!"

"Stop the war and return to peace!"

.....

The winter blizzard has long ceased.

The temperature also began to rise, the ice lake outside Hogwarts showed signs of melting, and the mountains in the distance were no longer pure white.

The Owl Messenger brings the latest Daily Prophet.

With the largest and most attractive headline, the daily wrote a report that made everyone shudder.

The magic paintings all over the world have disappeared!

If only a few disappeared, people might grieve because of it, and grieve for those who don't come back - but the concept of disappearing to the whole world, it's a disaster.

The Daily Prophet expressed its views in tragic words. It believed that the magic painting incident was not caused by human beings.

It's the disaster caused by the contempt of the wizard for the magic painting!

The magic world only regards magic paintings as a tool for sustenance, not as a real life, and does not give magic paintings any rights and obligations to life, which makes it disappointing to us.

just left our world!

The newspaper called on the Mohua Human Rights Liberation Movement, hoping that the Ministry of Magic would take this matter seriously and give the Mohua life the same rights and obligations!

Obviously, it's useless.

People always regret when they lose.

Hogwarts has a weird atmosphere.

For some unknown reason, Hogwarts was the only one in the world who avoided this crisis. Except for Mrs. Pablo's whereabouts unknown, every magic painting in the castle was still intact.

It's just that everyone in the magic painting looks sad, as if seeing a doomed fate.

"Children, I can't open the door for you in the future."

The fat lady hanging at the door of Gryffindor wiped her tears and said, the knight on the opposite side drew his sword and saluted every student who passed by, even the baron, who was disgusted by the students and only chattered, was silent. Sitting in the portrait.

He looked into the distance and looked at every student.

As if to imprint this place deeply in my heart.

At this moment, the students of Hogwarts suddenly realized that they were reluctant to bear these portraits, the simple and honest troll, the fat lady who sang badly, and the baron who was able to help.

When I think of them about to disappear, my heart is empty.

"We can't watch them disappear!"

"Hogwarts without magical portraits, or Hogwarts?"

"When I was in the second grade, I accidentally got lost in the castle. It was the way that Ms. Kemena showed me!"