I’m Really An Alchemist

Huh!

The gray shadow pierced out of the snow and ice, and instantly wrapped around Snow Wolf's body. Snow Wolf let out a frightened roar, but he never had the experience of dealing with pythons. The more it struggled, the tighter the snake wrapped around it. .

In the long struggle and pain.

The snow wolf became the fate of its prey.

It fell to the ground, its wide eyes staring blankly at the roe deer that it killed, looking funny and weird.

The python quickly bit its neck and swallowed the warm blood, so that the body completely recovered from the cold. It raised its head and made a painful hissing sound at the sky above the wind and snow.

"I... am... Voldemort!!"

It speaks like insanity.

The big snake lowered its head, its eyes were confused, sober, ignorant and crazy. It dragged two animal carcasses and meandered towards the end of the snow field.

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Austria.

Nurmengard.

The old guard was walking on the monotonous spiral staircase with a chandelier. He pressed the square hat on his head to prevent the only hat from being blown away by the wind, otherwise it would be difficult to buy another one.

The chandelier swayed in the cold wind.

The only light is looming, like the light of an island in a storm.

The guard stopped and stood on the stairs, looking at the sky.

At the end of the sky, a cloud of clouds came slowly, and the roar of the wind rang out from the exposed mountain walls around.

"It is going to rain."

The caretaker frowned and quickened his pace. He was going back to his warm cabin, lying in the blanket chair, preferably with a cup of coffee and peace of mind before the coming storm.

Looking up from the guard.

This is a solitary tower, completely dark, with a very tall gray city wall, and countless magic forbidden areas. It is surrounded by exposed rocks for hundreds of miles, without plants and life.

Stay away from people.

This is also a prison.

The prison where the first Dark Lord was held.

The guard walked down the stairs to the tower, and the chandelier in his hand swayed eerily. Between the flickers, the sky seemed to be a bit gloomy.

A figure walked towards the tower.

"Who are you?" The guard saw the figure walking at the end of the rock. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be his background. The old guard was a little worried, but the quality of the retired Auror made him lift the chandelier. He scolded: "No outsiders are allowed to enter here! Leave!"

Nurmengard placed the Muggle Banishment Charm, and only wizards could reach the prison.

The guard lifted the chandelier and saw the approaching figure clearly.

It was an Asian youth, with black hair and black pupils, with a warm smile.

The guard was a little stunned. Although in the eyes of Europeans, Asians all look the same, he still recognized this face. It was because the other party had too much reputation in the magical world.

Famous Muggle musician, British Viscount, Hogwarts Ravenclaw Headmaster, Arcane pioneer.

Any famous person whose name can be smashed to death.

"Mr. Ivan?" The guard still asked cautiously, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Qi stopped under the tower.

He didn't answer the guard, but looked at the short phrase that had been covered by dust and carved on the door - for the greater good.

"Mr. Ivan?!" The guard slowly stretched out his hand and held the wand that he never left, his voice a little louder.

"Quiet."

Zhou Qi looked over indifferently.

The old guard's eyes widened suddenly, his mind was lost, and his eyes spread instantly. As if under hypnotism, he turned around stiffly and walked into his guard's cabin.

He will sleep there, and when he wakes up, he will forget everything.

Without the interference, Zhou Qi looked up at the tower. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped, and the deep and invisible magic power instantly penetrated into the defense node of this prison and collapsed in an instant.

In the dark room on the top of the tower, the old man woke up suddenly.

After forty-nine years of absence, he felt that magic power emerged from his skinny body again. It was a thin but real extraordinary power.

Soon.

The wooden door slowly opened, and dim light poured in. The young man who appeared at the door and the old man who had been freed from shackles looked at each other.

"Hello, Grindelwald."

Zhou Qi said hello in a brisk tone. As he stepped into the small room, the surrounding light gradually increased, and even the space was slowly expanding outward. Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, a little uncomfortable and did not enjoy it for forty-nine years. too bright.

He sat cross-legged on the hard plank bed, and the shackles of his wrists and ankles had been undone.

"I know you."

The old and thin Dark Lord slowly raised his head: "Let me guess what you are here for. Voldemort's use value has been drained. Do you want to use me?"

Zhou Qi raised his brows, this would be a real surprise.

Grindelwald laughed hoarsely, and glanced outside the door with disdain.

"Although the old man cooks badly, he will still give me the expired Daily Prophet to pass the time." He half-smiled: "I haven't missed any issue of the Daily Prophet, only the idiots out there can't see these events. contact in!"

As expected of the first Dark Lord.

Zhou Qi looked at the skinny and aging Grindelwald deeply and sighed to himself that this Dark Lord was much more dangerous than a fool like Voldemort.

This is also the reason why he didn't use his clone, but his real body.

Grindelwald has a deeper ambition and strength than Voldemort. He is an ambitious careerist with full action, and he is not comparable to a brain-dead violent person like Voldemort.

"It's not use, it's cooperation."

Zhou Qi patted the wet and cold wall, which suddenly became prominent and turned into a chair.

He sat on the chair and looked at Grindelwald who was sitting cross-legged on the hard bed.

"Cooperation?" Grindelwald was a little surprised: "The whole of Europe is in your hands. I don't think you need to cooperate with me as a prisoner!"

Zhou Qi shook his head: "There is a lot of resistance in what I want to do. This resistance comes from all over the world. Controlling the European magic world is not enough for me to resist the adverse tide of the whole world. I need a partner!"

Grindelwald knew that.

He turned his head to look in the northeast direction, and was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Why are you sure that I will help you?"

"Because our goals are the same, at least on the surface." Zhou Qi said: "You want to overturn the International Secrecy Law, and you want to build a world where wizards rule Muggles. Wizards and Muggles are no different."

Grindelwald laughed.

Zhou Qi looked at him quietly and laughed.

The first Dark Lord laughed breathlessly, his breath was short of laughter, his weak body was not enough to support such a violent heartbeat, and he turned from laughing to coughing.

"What can you give me?" Grindelwald suppressed his smile and looked at Zhou Qi.

"Youth, knowledge." Zhou Qi smiled lightly: "There's nothing else left, you need to get it back yourself."

Grindelwald lowered his eyes.

Zhou Qi's words ignited the flames that he had already extinguished. As for whether it was used or not, there was no need to care.

He is Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald.

The Demon Lord who started the global magic war.

Who uses whom?

Who will have the last laugh?

This game has not started, no one will know.

But before that, Grindelwald had one last request. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Qi, his voice hoarse and low: "I want to know how strong you are now?"

"Is this important?" Zhou Qi asked calmly.

"Just to satisfy the old man's curiosity." Grindelwald showed a few **** and yellow teeth, with a pair of young brown eyes on his thin face, his eyes were dull.

Zhou Qi nodded lightly.

In an instant, the world was spinning.

A powerful centrifugal force pressed Grindelwald against the cold wall. He actually felt a slight weightlessness in his body, and the surrounding walls slowly became transparent. Grindelwald opened his eyes in shock.

The prison above Nurmengard Tower became a rocket.

It rises, rises, rises endlessly toward the sky.

The tall towers on the ground became the size of pinpoints, and the mountains became miniature. Grindelwald looked down at the earth, looked down at the layers of dark clouds under his feet, and watched the earth change from a plane to a slightly curved shape.

In the end, in front of him was a planet that was huge to its limit.

"Low-Earth orbit, two thousand miles above the surface." Zhou Qi pushed open the transparent door, the air in the prison poured frantically toward the vacuum, and Grindelwald and Zhou Qi were pushed to reach the zero-gravity vacuum .

The transparent ball supported the two of them.

A ball has air and temperature.

Grindelwald adapted to the lack of gravity, suspended in mid-air, and looked at the huge planet spinning in front of him in amazement. This is a world that wizards have never touched before. Facing the earth, he can only feel the size of the world and the insignificance of himself.

"Is this your power?" His voice was shaky: "It's really unreasonable."

Zhou Qi stretched out his fingers, and the fingertips condensed a faint light.

It was a faint but dangerous light that gave Grindelwald the illusion of a sun-like heat.

"If I say that the magic that I have contributed the most at present is it - I call it the eternal blazing sun, although it has never been tested since its creation, but from a mathematical point of view, it has an explosion of about 40,000 tons of TNT. The energy, in words you can understand, is the equivalent of two Hiroshima atomic bombs."

Grindelwald carefully distanced himself and stared at the light that danced at Zhou Qi's fingertips.

"You have such a powerful force, why do you want to cooperate with me?" The ambition in his heart was shattered by this unimaginable force.

Zhou Qi blew out the light of nuclear fusion at his fingertips.

"It's not power." He said, "I never thought of using power to oppress the world to change. The world is changeable, and people's hearts are hard to change! Magic combines great power, even if I am now, I can rely on it. External forces destroy the earth and rebuild civilization."

Zhou Qi turned around and looked at the vacuum.

"I can pull in meteorites to hit the earth. They are far more destructive than human weapons, but what's the point? I don't want to rebuild civilization in a wasteland."

Grindelwald fell into a brief silence.

He couldn't understand this kind of power, let alone Zhou Qi.

With such a powerful power, even if he does not rely on him to change the world, he should not pass on this power to others. Isn't he afraid of being surpassed and defeated by others?

In this silence, Grindelwald took a deep look at the earth.

Once again, the world turned and the prison returned to the Nurmengard Tower.

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand to point at the aging Dark Lord, and traced back his body with majestic magic. It was obvious to the naked eye that Grindelwald's skinny body had grown stronger again, and his hair and face had turned younger.

Appearing in front of him was a white-skinned man with short white hair and a dignified appearance.

"Welcome back, Dark Lord." Zhou Qi threw a crimson pendant to Grindelwald: "There is a spiritual imprint in it, you can find a helper through it, I believe it will help you."

Grindelwald put away the pendant.

He felt the strength and vitality of his body, walked out of the prison where he had been closed for 49 years, and looked at the blue-gray mountains in the distance.

He took a deep breath.

Let freedom fill the body.

Even without a magic wand, he is still the most powerful Dark Lord. The huge magic power fills his body, causing him to levitate off the ground. The tattered clothes on his body are transformed into a black and elegant windbreaker under the catalysis of magic power.

Grindelwald turned his head.

The prison was empty, as if no one had ever visited.

"What a terrible person." His eyes moved slightly, looking at the crimson pendant in his palm. Although he hadn't been born in forty-nine years and his followers had died out, Grindelwald didn't care.

He can become the Dark Lord from nothing, and he can return to glory.

But before that,