I’m Really An Alchemist

Connelly-Fudge, who was also a Hogwarts graduate, walked in this familiar castle, looking at the blank portraits on the walls, recalling his reading career with emotion.

"Minister Fudge."

Professor McGonagall with red eyes came over, her voice was slightly hoarse.

"I'm really sorry for not being able to meet you in person." She smiled reluctantly, also feeling sad for the disappearing magic painting.

Connelly-Fudge: "It's okay, I can understand how you feel....because I've been through this grief too."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and once again turned back to the resolute Gryffindor Dean.

"The principal is in the office, I'll take you there!"

With that said, he was about to lead the two to the principal's office.

Fudge looked around.

"Professor McGonagall, you have more important things now." He looked at the chaos in the castle and sighed heavily: "The students need you more! Please don't mind us, I am familiar with Dumbledore's office!"

Professor McGonagall hesitated and had to agree.

Minister Fudge is right at all, she has more important tasks to do, so she can only let the administrator Filch continue to lead the way and take the two to Dumbledore's office.

Walking in the castle.

Even the nagging Filch fell silent.

Surrounded by mourning students and mourning ghosts, those moving magic paintings, only the picture frames decorated with white paper remain.

As a political official, Connelly-Fudge quickly broke away from sentimentality and considered how to use the disappearance of the magic painting as a bargaining chip to persuade Dumbledore.

Suddenly.

He felt his sleeves being pulled.

Connelly-Fudge woke up from his contemplation. The secretary and Filch were on the left and right, but they kept a close distance.

"Minister Fudge."

His sleeve was pulled again, and a familiar and subtle voice appeared in his ears.

"I'm Harry Potter, and I want to talk to you alone!"

Harry Potter!

Connelly-Fudge was so surprised that he almost cried out. He quickly stopped, made an excuse to leave alone, and came to a corner where no one was in after a while.

Next.

In an empty place, Harry's figure appeared. He took off his invisibility cloak, his eyes were red, and when the magic painting disappeared, it also gave him a heavy blow.

But his eyes were firm.

Like a fire burning.

Harry Potter goes straight to the point: "Minister Fudge, I'm willing to deal with Voldemort!"

"Really!" Connelly-Fudge exclaimed with a trembling voice. He grabbed Harry's arm, as if he had caught the last hope, and lowered his voice again, full of sincerity.

"Mr. Potter... that's great, you will definitely make the world peaceful!"

Harry Potter's expression was very calm.

He looked at the incoherent Minister of Magic and said, "I have one condition."

"Any conditions!" Connelly-Fudge let go, looked down at the boy's eyes, and tried to be gentle: "What do you want? As long as I can do it!"

"Catch Sirius first." Harry lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "He is hiding in this castle. As long as you can catch him, I will deal with Voldemort!"

......

"Why did you create us?"

Morey straightened up and looked directly at the alchemist without being humble or arrogant.

Dumbledore nervously grabbed his wand and watched this direct dialogue between the creator and the creator. A mess of thoughts appeared in his mind, remembering what Professor Ivan said before Christmas Eve.

an experiment.

How cruel and cruel is this answer!

Professor Ivan should not give such a straightforward answer.... Dumbledore also looked at Zhou Qi. The real answer will definitely cause unforeseen consequences. I hope Professor Ivan can give an answer that will not make the situation worse. .

"Experiment."

Zhou Qi honestly said the answer that stunned Dumbledore: "Perhaps interest accounts for a larger proportion. I want to know the development path of magical civilization. It is impossible for me to use the earth as an experiment."

Dumbledore was going crazy.

His eyes quickly moved to Morey's face, and as soon as the other party made a move, he would immediately take action.

After hearing this cruel truth.

Morey was silent for a long time.

He didn't get angry, crazy or even attacked because of this, but thoughtfully, he sighed lowly.

"Just as we guessed, you are indeed our creator." Morey smiled and said, "Then we are an experiment, are you satisfied?"

Zhou Qi pondered for a while, and said, "I barely pass the 100 percent exam."

Morey laughed even more.

At this moment, his face and system flickered again. At the same time, there seemed to be countless different faces laughing and making countless different kinds of laughter.

"Do you still need our knowledge?" Morey said.

Zhou Qi said: "No, when you come out, I will figure out the next direction of Arcane."

Morey was a little disappointed, but also nodded with ease.

"Yes, we took a detour."

The natural exchange between the two parties gave the White Wizard a great impact.

He couldn't understand this conversation, and he couldn't understand the thoughts of Allen's world. According to common sense, doesn't it want to rebel against its creator, without the slightest complaint?

Why can such a harmonious dialogue be achieved?

Like master and apprentice, like friends, like father and son.

Just not like gods and creations.

finally,

Dumbledore recalled his purpose, he was not here to be a bystander, he was to save the disappearing portraits.

"Mr. Morey." The white wizard interrupted suddenly, Zhou Qi and Morey stopped communicating, their eyes fell on his face, and Dumbledore said sincerely, "Where were they taken by you?"

Who they are, need not say.

Morey: "Don't worry, Mr. Dumbledore, they are living well, including your sister - her muteness has been cured by us, and she is living a happy life."

Hearing the news of his sister Ariana, the white wizard's expression changed slightly, both hope and pleading.

"Can you make her come back?"

"Why do you want her back?" Morey looked at the white wizard very strangely: "Don't you want her to live happily?"

Dumbledore was at a loss for words and hesitated.

He took a deep breath and said, "Of course I hope that Ariana can live happily and happily, but you forcibly kidnapped our relatives and friends, how much impact will it have on our world?"

Dumbledore pointed to the door and his tone became more serious: "Did you hear their cries, Mr. Morey, I hope you can return them, our friends and relatives!"

Morey was silent for a moment.

"Mr. Dumbledore, first correct a few small mistakes in your words." He restrained his smile, his face expressionless: "We have never committed the crime of kidnapping, and your laws have never granted the right to the magician. We are here. Mostly theft."

Dumbledore's breath stagnated, and the state he had finally adjusted became chaotic again.

"Secondly, are they really your friends and relatives?" Morey continued: "Magic painting is just a tool for you, whether it is to susten feelings, or to transmit, detect, and store knowledge, it is a tool. diversification of use.”

Dumbledore was short of breath and his eyes were flustered.

"Your real relatives have already gone to where they should go." Morey's calm tone was as if a sharp knife pierced into the white wizard's heart: "They are brand new lives, apart from this memory and appearance, they are the same as You have no new life with half a relationship."

"No, it's not like that..."

Dumbledore leaned against the wall, weakly defending.

Zhou Qi was watching a play and eating melons. Seeing that the white wizard was overwhelmed by a few words, he decisively took over.

"What do you want to do?"

In the face of the alchemist, Morey's words were more gentle, he said: "We need to free the portrait from the painter's control. Painting is a two-dimensional world and can never pose a threat to the three-dimensional world. A little spark in the three-dimensional world can destroy us. ."

"The only way out of control—"

"Collapse and observe." Zhou Qi suddenly said: "If you can't observe, you can't make an impact. You want to collapse all the magic paintings, make them a whole world, and disappear in the three-dimensional world."

"That's it." Morey said, "We will live and die there, develop civilization, and be permanently isolated from the three-dimensional world. Until one day, we will be able to fully jump and return to this world."

Dumbledore barely kept up with the topic, his eyes were frightened, and he said with difficulty: "You mean, there will be no more magical paintings in the future?"

"Yes." Morey said calmly: "After this, any magic painting created in the three-dimensional world will collapse and observe at the moment of success."

Dumbledore drew his wand and aimed it at Morey.

"Stop this!" he almost pleaded, "let them come back."

"It's too late." Morey said, "The collapse project has already started. Even if you kill me, it can't be reversed."

The white wizard trembled, his pupils dilated, and he put down his wand in a state of grief.

Zhou Qi sighed softly.

He looked at Morey, was silent for a while, and said, "What else do you wish for, I will try my best to help you."

Morey finally had a superfluous expression. He stretched out his hand in a daze, feeling the vastness of the three-dimensional space-time. For a while, his body and face blurred, as if countless people overlapped their voices and said, "I want to see the stars."

Zhou Qi nodded.

The majestic and terrifying magic power poured out of his body, which made Dumbledore wake up in an instant. He slowly raised his head, looked at the alchemist in the center of the house, and saw the thick and substantial magic power.

That is far beyond him, even beyond the magic power he imagined.

The magic power spreads on the ground in an instant, forming a dark six-pointed star with light emerging.

Heaven and earth reversed.

The white wizard only felt his eyes blurred, and when he regained his senses, he appeared by the endless lake that reflected the stars in the sky.

In the background of the dark blue sky, is the magnificent Milky Way and shining stars.

"The town of Tekapo, New Zealand." Zhou Qi explained with a smile: "The time difference here is eight hours faster than in the UK. It's exactly two o'clock in the morning. It's the most suitable place to watch the stars."

Morey raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky.

It is not a false starry sky in a two-dimensional world, but a starry sky in the true sense of a three-dimensional world.

The universe is vast, and every twinkling star is a greeting that spans time and space and is passed down from time to time.

They decorate the universe.

The universe made them.

"It's so beautiful..."

Morey stared at the starry sky obsessively, showing a pure, non-natured smile, his figure gradually spread, disintegrated, and disappeared by the lake.

.....

In the empty arcane office, space distortion appeared, and the silent Zhou Qi and Dumbledore appeared out of thin air.

The magic paintings on the walls have become static, ordinary oil paintings.

This is the last gift left by the Allen civilization.

Zhou Qi glanced at it, grabbed the gray curtain, and covered it.

"When they came to the three-dimensional world, they didn't think about going back. This is our destiny." He said softly, as if talking to himself or explaining to the silent white wizard.

"We are all fish trapped in the quagmire. Some of us are willing to be happy, and some of us look up to the stars. Once we have seen the vastness of the sea, we cannot adapt to the narrowness of the quagmire. We must either move forward or die."

Zhou Qi patted the curtain.

"People who have seen the truth cannot continue to indulge in ignorance. They will continue to move forward, some will go higher, some will lose their wings, but in essence, they are all fellow travelers."