I’m Really An Alchemist

"I'm a student of Hogwarts Slytherin." The Dark Lord said, "The one who hasn't graduated yet."

PS: There is one more chapter

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Chapter 442 Chapter 83 Love and Hate

"Have you seen Harry?"

Lupin asked all the fleeing students around him.

No one answered him.

Countless dementors poured into the dome of the castle. These fear-eating monsters danced happily in the castle, enjoying their escaped meals.

The only spell that can repel the Dementors is the Guardian of the Gods.

That's a spell that only seniors can learn!

The Guardians of Hushen need to infuse their happy emotions into the spell to effectively repel the dementors, but the students fleeing in the castle, even the senior students, are unable to use the spell naturally when faced with this chaos.

"Professor Lupin!"

Ron wailed and ran over, and behind him, a Dementor followed, pulling his soul.

Lupin quickly drew out his wand and used the Guard of God. A wolf composed of white fluorescent jumped out from the tip of the wand, ran in the void, and rammed hard, knocking away the Dementor chasing Ron.

Ron plopped down in front of Lupin.

"Have you seen Harry?" Lupin asked again, helping Ron up.

Ron was trembling, his teeth were shaking with fear, and being chased by a dementor was not an interesting experience.

"No..." He said, "Professor, what happened, why are there Death Eaters attacking, why are there so many Dementors?"

Lupin pursed his lips, his expression solemn.

He stood on the stairs, taking the chaos of the castle into his eyes.

Facing the attack of the dementors, Ravenclaw's students were methodical, they gathered together, blocked the dementors with protective magic, and concentrated towards a certain place.

Other colleges are much worse.

Running everywhere, howling, screaming.

Surrounded by Dementors.

Looking at the terrified students, Lupin couldn't focus his energy on Harry Potter only, he pulled Ron to his side and whispered, "I'll drive the Dementors, you bring the others to Ivan professor!"

Ron nodded tremblingly, staying close to Lupin.

Lupin maintained the Shouting Guard and rescued the students from the threat of dementors. There were more and more students around him, and some of the senior students came back to their senses and also used the Shouting Guard.

The white fluorescence rippling in circles.

Filled with dark castles.

The Dementor slammed into the barrier of Hushen Guard and let out a scream of unwillingness.

While Lupin was guarding the gods, a figure who had been hiding for a long time suddenly burst out, daring straight at Lupin, and let out a low, hoarse wolf howl.

"Armor and body protection!"

Boom!

A silver-white armor appeared out of thin air, blocking Lu Ping's face, followed by the sharp sound of sharp claws tearing metal.

Ron's arms were trembling, so trembling that he could barely hold his wand.

He didn't even know how he chanted the spell.

The protective spell that was difficult to control in the past was perfectly displayed in the state of explosion, and Professor Lupin was rescued at a critical moment.

And Lupin also saw the attackers.

His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

It was a werewolf, a werewolf who turned into a werewolf on a full moon night.

Fierce eyes, hideous face.

"Hahahaha, Remus-Lupin!" The werewolf laughed wildly in surprise: "It seems that you still remember me, but I miss you quite a bit—"

The werewolf's cruel eyes met Lupin's.

"I'm your 'father'!"

Werewolf Fenrir.

He was also the creator of Lupin's tragic life in the first half of his life. He infected Lupin into a werewolf.

"Ron, you take them away." Lu Pian said expressionlessly, he tightened his muscles and held the wand in his hand to optimize his condition.

Ron was puzzled: "Professor, how about you?"

Lupin: "I have more important things to do!"

It's hard to ask in detail at this time, Ron can only look at Professor Lupin with concern and lead the other students to leave.

Fenrir's eyes were bloodthirsty, and he suddenly slaughtered at the students who were walking away.

Bang! !

He was hit by a blood-red magic light on his chest, and the fiery high temperature erupted instantly, exuding a strange smell of barbecue.

Fenrir clutched his **** chest, fell to the ground, and raised his head fiercely and frantically.

In front of him, above the stairs.

Lupin said indifferently, "Don't make the wrong opponent, Fenrir."

.....

Crackling.

The faint black smoke silently fell in front of the principal's office, and then turned into a human figure.

The Death Eater looked at the closed stone statue, sneered and pulled out his wand, and was about to blow up the stone statue's door and kill the person who could really threaten the master.

"It's not what he expected."

An indifferent voice came from behind the Death Eater's head.

"The fundamental purpose of your riot is to take action against Dumbledore."

In the shadow of the corridor, amid the dull footsteps, Dean Slytherin came out. He looked at the Death Eaters indifferently, and said, "You haven't changed at all, you're still like a mouse in the gutter."

"Professor Quirrell."

Hearing this sarcastic call, Quirrell shuddered.

It was a trembling of excitement, a trembling of anger.

"Snape..." He slowly regained his senses and looked directly at the man he hated so much, whether it was the opponent's position in the master's mind or the harm he had done to him.

Quirrell stretched out his right hand, his thumb, index finger and **** made of metal.

"This is the pain you gave me." Quirrell curled his palms, his voice gradually raised: "Thanks to you, the master gave me more powerful black magic, more powerful power!"

"I want to return this humiliation and this pain to you tenfold and a hundredfold!"

Quirrell's face was hideous.

Following Voldemort for three years, he learned a lot of powerful black magic, and he was considered the first-class combat power among the Death Eaters.

"Master already knew about your betrayal." Quirrell drew his wand and aimed it at the expressionless Snape... At this moment, he was a little dazed, and Snape's complexion seemed to have turned even whiter, as white as death.

But soon, hatred made him forget about it.

Quirrell frantically attacked the silent potions professor.

Countless curses fluctuated, majestic and profound magic bursts, and the short-range phantom migration he mastered to the extreme surrounded Snape like a ghost.

"You talk too much."

Snape frowned, rubbing the skull ring on his pale palm.

Bang!

Quirrell, who was laughing wildly, fell to his knees, his body twisted, his face twisted, and his meridians twisted under his skin.

It was as if all the organs of the body collapsed in an instant.

The five senses bled brown blood.

"You're too close to me." Snape walked past Quirrell, who had fallen to the ground, and was extremely cold: "So close that I can feel the pulsation of your body and the rhythm of your soul."

He passed Quirrell.

Quirrell raised his head with red eyes and stretched out his hand towards the headmaster's office, which was just a short distance away.

Bang bang bang bang!

There was an explosion in his body.

The biological organs he possessed collectively blew up during the carnival banquet, and Quirrell fell to the ground, not even knowing how he died.

Snape walked to the edge of the corridor, overlooking the melee outside the castle.

He stretched out his hand and took off his right eye from the socket. The eyeball turned into a bird in the palm of his hand. It spread its wings and flew to the sky, taking the panoramic view of the battlefield into his eyes.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, magical animals haunt Professor McGonagall.

On the right side of the castle, is Professor Ivan, who is protecting Ravenclaw.

On the left side of the castle, Pomona and other professors were protecting the students, surrounded by Death Eaters.

Behind the castle is the returning Dark Lord crushing the Death Eaters.

Snape quickly found his target. He saw Harry Potter, who was confused and wandered in the melee, as if he was at a loss as a ghost. He walked through the battlefield.

.....

Nymphadora Tonks and several Aurors, while defending the attack of the Death Eaters, pressed Black to escape.

They were also unaware of the situation, but they subconsciously protected the students.

Blake was particularly anxious, his eyes were always looking out, trying to find Harry Potter from the chaotic battlefield.

"It's all a conspiracy." He kept repeating: "It's a conspiracy against Harry!"

"Let me go to Harry, please!" he pleaded to his niece.

Tonks looked at Black's heartfelt pleading, then turned his head to look at his colleagues who were tired of dealing with the Death Eaters.

"Maybe I'm not suitable to be an Auror," she said to herself.

Blake didn't hear.

Tonks grabbed Black's handcuffs sharply, drew his wand, and waved it again, releasing the magical restraint on Black's body.

"Tonks, what are you doing?"

The other Aurors roared angrily.

Tonks said, "Do what I want!"

With a sharp wave of her wand, she stopped the other Aurors from attacking Black, and at the same time turned her head and shouted, "Come on!"

Black suddenly came to his senses, he nodded gratefully, and jumped forward, turning into a dark and elegant Bombay cat, rushing into the battlefield and disappearing at the end.

The Auror was so angry that he could do nothing but glared at the calm Tonks.

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Harry walked through the battlefield in confusion.

"Where are you, Pettigrew." He held his wand tightly and whispered.

There are Death Eaters all around.

There are humans and non-humans.