I’m Really An Alchemist

The boy thought of the proud black cat.

The black cat that accompanies him.

He slowly held Blake's icy palm and murmured in a low voice.

The original hatred for Blake quickly blurred and spread, intertwined and merged with love, despair, pain, hatred, and madness.

You have me I have you.

At the same time, on the right side of the castle, Ravenclaw, who was defending against almost endless Death Eaters, and Ravenclaw, headed by Hermione, propped up a huge protective shield, watching countless werewolves and vampires protect them. The hood crumbled.

Fear spreads.

They set their expectations on the dean.

Across the protective shield, the new Ravenclaw flicked his fingers to deform the earth, and the moisture in the condensed air formed icy tentacles, which were shot on the Death Eaters from the air, and the frost spread immediately, and the werewolves and vampires who were drawn were frozen. His face was blue and he couldn't move.

But there are too many of them.

Vacancies are quickly filled.

Suddenly, Zhou Qi's attack was slightly stagnant, and the Death Eaters thought that he had consumed too much magic power, and rushed towards him frantically, wanting to devour him and tear him apart, and countless hideous faces slammed into the protective cover.

"Professor!" Hermione quickly asked another person to take over the protection magic, came to Zhou Qi's side, and said with fear and concern, "Take a rest! We can still hold on!"

Zhou Qi glanced into the distance.

He didn't look back, his voice was smiling.

"It's over."

"It's over?" Hermione was puzzled. She looked at the Death Eaters who continued to slam into the protective shield, and felt terrified and heartbroken. The shield was the only way to stop the Death Eaters, and it was also a desperate situation that trapped them.

Hermione also followed Zhou Qi's gaze and looked into the distance.

In the world she can't see, the majestic and hidden magic power spreads under the ground, hooking up a huge hexagram magic circle, including Black Lake, Hodemogg, and Hogwarts.

Above the core of the circle is Harry Potter.

Because of love and hate, love and hate are reversed.

This is the fundamental part of Zhou Qi's core plan. Pettigrew's impersonation of Blake is the first layer, the invasion of Hogwarts is the second layer, Voldemort's breaking the blood magic is the third layer, and Blake's death in front of Harry is the fourth layer.

Everything that happened at this time was under Zhou Qi's control.

Everyone is a pawn.

Above the core of the hexagram, the hole in Harry Potter's heart was quickly filled, and the love and hatred were reversed, completing the final part of the magic ritual.

A painful scream came from his brain.

The fragments of Voldemort hidden in Harry Potter's soul suddenly opened their eyes, but they quickly disintegrated in a scream of despair and terror. Body.

Pettigrew continued to laugh wildly.

The other Voldemorts restrained their smiles, realizing that something was wrong.

With Harry as the center, a tiny whirlwind swept the gravel, soil and fallen leaves on the ground, spreading and erupting suddenly.

The whirlpool, the whirlpool that supports the sky.

The vortex that swallows everything.

The Death Eaters, dementors, werewolves, and vampires in the melee all stopped attacking, and at the same time looked at the vortex that covered the sky and the earth.

At this moment, there seems to be only that vortex left between heaven and earth.

Fear and coercion, inch by inch climbed into the hearts of the Death Eaters, the dementor screamed in horror, escaped from the castle, and fled around.

However, he was involuntarily pulled, swept into the whirlpool, and disappeared silently.

No one dared to move.

Whether it's Death Eaters, Hogwarts, or forbidden forest animals.

They looked at the huge vortex in awe.

Seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle stared at the vortex and covered his forehead in pain. At this moment, he felt that his soul was attracted by the vortex.

It's like the soul can't wait to jump out of the body, plunge into the whirlpool, and complete the final completion.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and was far enough away.

Tom Riddle leaned against the wall, looking at the whirlpool in awe, a wry smile pulled from the corner of his mouth.

He finally understood the dark wizard's plan. Since Voldemort's resurrection last year, their fate has been doomed. No matter how happy they are, they are only chess pieces, and they are only wedding dresses for others.

Being so far apart and having made such adequate preparations, I feel that my soul is detached.

What about Voldemort who is close to the whirlpool?

If I didn't choose the right path at the beginning, I'm afraid I'm the only one who falls into despair now, right?

As Tom Riddle thought.

The Voldemorts who were close to the vortex were located on the edge of the vortex. They were dumbfounded, desperate and frightened. In front of this vortex, their souls were involuntarily pulled and pulled, and they wanted to actively throw themselves into the vortex.

It's like an instinctive desire to complete and integrate.

"What are you kidding..." The mad young Voldemort roared, "I am the Dark Lord, the strongest Dark Lord!"

He kept waving his wand.

Countless magical light waves disappeared silently in the vortex.

The other Voldemorts also struggled in despair. They frantically exploded the magic power in their bodies, using various methods to escape the vortex, and using various magics to break up the vortex.

does nothing.

At this moment, the disfigured Tom screamed in horror, and he fled out of the whirlpool.

The other Voldemorts also jumped up frantically and flew out of the vortex, but the terrifying attraction of this vortex was like a black hole, pulling their spirits and their souls.

Fifty-two-year-old Voldemort was closest to the outer end.

He looked at the border in front of him with ecstasy, and stretched out his hand as far as he could, out of the vortex.

Suddenly,

His body froze.

The phantom of the basilisk appeared in his pupils.

The curse of Medusa, which was integrated with the blood of the body, burst out, he turned his head in horror and disbelief, and let out a desperate scream, the body collapsed and disintegrated in the curse, and the soul was involved in the center of the whirlpool in the scream.

At this moment, other Voldemort who tried to escape also felt the outbreak of the blood curse.

Their bodies melted bit by bit in the curse.

"Hahahahaha!" The young Voldemort laughed wildly: "We've all been toyed with, the Dark Lord, we're just toys in other people's hands!!"

His crazy eyes crossed the border of the vortex, as if he saw the person behind the scenes who manipulated the Dark Lord.

Then, he voluntarily gave up resistance, his body melted clean, and his soul was involved in the center of the vortex.

"Do not!!"

Twenty-year-old Voldemort let out a shrill scream and got caught up in the whirlpool.

The disfigured Tom suddenly sighed softly. He stopped trying to escape in vain, turned around and faced the center of the whirlpool, closed his eyes, and threw himself into the whirlpool.

"I'm the real Voldemort!"

The only one who can suppress the bloodline curse is Voldemort himself.

His eyes were full of fear and madness, no matter how desperate others were, it didn't affect his escape.

"I must never die here!" Voldemort roared: "I haven't lived forever, I haven't mastered the magic world, I haven't realized my ideals yet!"

Voldemort, who had a strong will, crashed out of the vortex just before his soul was pulled out of his body.

He didn't stop, didn't care about his subordinates, turned into black smoke, and fled towards the horizon.

The whirlpool has changed.

The vortex that covered the sky and the earth rose from the ground and turned into a huge face. It was a huge face with a size of thousands of meters. It was composed of clouds and fog, and it could be vaguely recognized from its appearance——

"Harry..." Hermione stared blankly at the sky.

"Harry!" Ron looked at the sky in shock.

Voldemort only felt that death was like a hanging sword of Damocles, he fled frantically, but could never escape the face on his head.

The face opened its mouth.

"No..." Voldemort raised his head and watched the pitch-black giant mouth cover down. His scream of despair and terror had not yet erupted from his throat.

The giant mouth closed.

The sound disappeared.

The Death Eaters kept their heads raised, the Death Eaters all over the mountains kept silent, and the battlefield fell into a strange silence.

The huge face condensed and fell like fog.

In the high sky in the center of the battlefield, a human figure was formed.

That's Harry Potter.

Harry Potter whose temperament has changed.

He was wearing a pure black wizard's robe, his hair was long and draped over his shoulders, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

He held Blake's body in his arms and landed on the solid ground.

All eyes were on him, but no one spoke.

Harry Potter put down Blake's body gently, waved it casually, the ground rolled up suddenly, a big gray rat squeaked and squeezed out of the cracked ground, separated by the invisible mage's hands for several kilometers , move to the front.

The mouse landed on the ground and turned back into a human form.

"Harry, I was wrong!" Pettigrew crawled on the ground, crawled to Harry's feet, and said humbly, "Forgive me, Harry!"

"I was really wrong, I am willing to atone!"

"I killed James and Lily, I framed Sirius!" Pettigrew stood up and shouted to the silent battlefield: "It's me, I'm willing to accept punishment, shut me up, please put me Lock up in Azkaban!"

His shrill voice spread through the silent battlefield.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic moved their eyes slightly, but didn't do anything. Everyone's eyes stayed strangely on Pettigrew.

"Okay." Harry reached out and stroked Pettigrew's head, his voice hoarse: "Enough is enough."

Tiny Dwarf is overjoyed.

"Are you willing to forgive me?"

Harry said coldly, "If you like to be a mouse, then be a mouse for the rest of your life. Good luck, Pettigrew!"

Dark magic power erupted from his palm, Pettigrew screamed in pain, his body was forever and irreversibly transforming into a mouse, and its magic power disappeared without a trace.

Pettigrew disappeared, and what remained on the ground was a fat gray mouse.

Confused and frightened, it quickly burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Pettigrew's subject consciousness was replaced by the rat's consciousness. He could only stay in the rat's body forever, clearly experience the rat's feelings, and become a real rat.

Harry Potter straightened up and looked around calmly.

He stretched out his hand and held it slightly, all the soul imprints of the Death Eaters traced back to their origin and fell into his hands, taking over all the Death Eaters.

Werewolves, vampires, death eaters.

They all felt that the owner carrier of the soul imprint had changed. They hesitated, and a vampire knelt down toward Harry.

Like dominoes, all the Death Eaters knelt down toward Harry.

They bow down, pilgrimage, reverence,

The third Dark Lord - Harry Potter!

Chapter 444 Chapter 85 Changes in the World

"Is that Harry Potter?"