I’m Really An Alchemist

"Oh, Mr. Grindelwald, have you booked a hotel? I know a familiar driver who can take you there. Those nasty **** just want to cheat money from you. The taxis in their hands are extremely expensive."

Dick patted his chest and said, "But I'm different. I'll charge you a one-time fee - only one thousand, no, seven hundred dollars, and I'll be on call during the week to make sure you have a pleasant trip!"

Grindelwald smiled, and instead of talking, he looked at the bustling city of New York.

He came to New York sixty-five years ago, disguised as the Security Minister of the Magic Congress, looking for the most powerful silence - at that time, New York, and even the lighthouse country was not the most prosperous place in the world, but sixty-five For many years, vicissitudes of life.

Seeing the bustling city in front of him, Grindelwald was a little surprised.

The development of this city is far beyond his imagination. Even during the seven-day and seven-night cruise, he has made up for the development of modern history and Muggle technology.

"We didn't book a hotel."

After sighing, Grindelwald lowered his head and smiled like a spring breeze at the white boy.

"Please find us a star-rated hotel with a better view, money is not a problem."

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Money is never an issue for unruly wizards.

Grindelwald stood on the balcony, sipping red wine, the night lights covering the city and reflecting in his pupils.

"Muggles...they are called No-Majes here. They are never meaningless lives. Look at what a beautiful city they have created. Can those ignorant and ignorant wizards create such a city?"

Grindelwald took a sip of the wine, as if talking to himself, or talking to Nagini.

Nagini stood in the corner without saying a word.

Her character has always been dull. Even with the help of Grindelwald, she has the power and memory of Voldemort, and she is not a talkative person. Even she follows Grindelwald, not for any reason, but because she can't find her goal.

Grindelwald could see through everyone's needs, and he gave Nagini a goal.

Watching the world turn upside down.

Create a world where wizards rule Muggles.

Grindelwald squinted to take the city night scene into his eyes, and drank the liquor.

Today’s journey has yielded a lot—this city and this country have irreparable flaws, racial conflicts, natural environmental protection, equal rights and freedom, and the gap between the rich and the poor. These flaws are all weapons that can be used.

This is the best of times and the worst of times.

The most powerful nation is built on gravel.

Grindelwald thought about a dozen ways to make it collapse, but to do this, he needed followers, whether it was a No-Maj or a wizard.

The Magic Congress is also a blocking stone, and we need to find a way to remove it.

He put down the wine glass, slowly pulled out the Elder Wand, and opened his arms like a dance, as if embracing the whole city.

the next few days.

Grindelwald's relationship with the white guy Dick is getting better and better. Under Dick's leadership, Grindelwald has set foot in every borough of New York and recognized many new No-Majes.

He doesn't need to use strength, just relying on words is enough to make these No-Majes feel good about him.

Dick is even more adored for knowledgeable guests.

At the end of the seven-day journey, Dick even wanted to waive the fee for Grindelwald. He was completely convinced by the first Dark Lord. But Grindelwald still pushed the dollar into his hands.

Seeing that the white guy was reluctant to leave.

Grindelwald smiled lightly: "Humans are animals driven by emotions. No matter how the times change, they are still so ignorant. They need someone to guide them and become their king."

In the past seven days, Grindelwald also checked out the wizarding forces in New York.

It is almost the same as it was more than sixty years ago, no, even the contradictions and conflicts are more intense than more than sixty years ago.

The Magical Congress of the United States attaches great importance to confidentiality agreements, and even the polity itself does not contact the congressional government. When the British Minister of Magic takes office, he will greet the Muggle Prime Minister and confirm the mutual non-interference and cooperation between the two parties.

But this most powerful, freest, and most prosperous country is the most conservative.

Wizards and No-Majes are completely two worlds.

Intermarriage is not allowed, Muggle technology is not allowed, magic is not allowed in front of Muggles, and wizards are not allowed to be discussed. Any violation will be arrested by Aurors and put in prison.

Show no mercy!

Even at the end of the 20th century, all the No-Majes in this land did not know the existence of the magical world, including the chaebols and the White House. The Magic Congress achieved the ultimate in secrecy.

"The same conservative and stupid approach as it was sixty years ago."

Grindelwald sneered at the evaluation.

But thanks to this conservative and stupid approach, he saw the fire hidden under repression - wizards are also human beings, and they also have emotions, wizards who grew up in this land, wizards living in the most powerful country, no matter what Keeping separation from the No-Maji world will also have a great impact on hearing and seeing.

Human rights, freedom, equality.

This idea is also rooted in the brains of the new generation of wizards.

They are missing a match.

Missing an explosion!

Bol is an ordinary social animal wizard who graduated from the Ilvermorny School of Magic, but in the school, he is not an excellent elite. After graduation, he will naturally not be able to work in the Magic Congress, but become an ordinary employee who makes magic props. , the weekly salary is fifteen gold Galleons.

This is not a high amount, but it is enough to feed a family.

If you put it on other people, it may be enough to satisfy. The wizard's expenses are not large, and even if there is no source of income, you will not be hungry if you have magic.

But he lives in New York.

He is a mudblood wizard, his parents are not wizards, only he is a wizard.

The excitement of receiving the letter of acceptance from Ilvermorny at the age of eleven, passed away in the hardships after graduation, was not allowed to use magic, and was not allowed to contact the Muggle world, but he lived in such a big city, how could he not be affected by it? Influence?

Magic?

What's the point of unusable magic?

His weekly salary is fifteen gold Galleons, which is not enough to go around Manhattan. His parents are both professional doctors. He has two older brothers and one younger sister, and belongs to the middle class.

His family once admired and envied him as a wizard.

Now there is only ridicule and pity.

His older brothers graduated from the University of Pennsylvania and Harvard Medical School respectively. One is a Wall Street trader with an annual salary of 500,000 yuan, and the other is a highly prestigious specialist doctor.

His sister also became a fashion designer by virtue of family connections.

Every time at family gatherings, he can't raise his head - magic, even in front of his family can only be used with caution, and his family is not allowed to show it off.

The parents were utterly disappointed with Bol.

In the No-Maji society, he is a social waste who graduated from primary school, without education and ability.

Bol began to avoid family gatherings, and he did not dare to take his wife and daughter to his brother and sister's house. Every time his wife saw the luxurious and magnificent villa, her eyes were bright and she would show it off to her wizard friends when she came back. long time.

The more he did this, the more he could not hold his head up, and even began to resent his identity as a wizard.

If you do not receive an acceptance letter.

Maybe now that he is a painter, a doctor or an engineer, how can he be much better than the social animals in the magic world?

Bol walked down the street with his head down.

He felt the fluctuation of the magic power, and saw an Asian girl walking in front of him. The Asian girl indifferently shoved the flyer into his hand and turned to leave.

Bol was a little stunned.

He looked down at the flyer.

"...The Deathly Hallows Society, changing the status of wizards, is this a new wizarding activity?"

PS: Thanks to the blade of the dream chaser, thanks to the blade of Saint Laurent

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Chapter 449 Chapter 90 The Triwizard Tournament is finalized...?

"Hurry up and follow!"

Arthur Weasley, leaning on a trekking pole, climbed to the front, calling out to the panting boys.

Ron, George, and Fred were carrying bags, and after resting, they quickly followed their father who was walking in front.

Although they were very tired, their faces were full of excitement.

This is going to see the Quidditch World Cup match!

Walking beside Arthur was his colleague at the Ministry of Magic, as well as the colleague's son, Hufflepuff seventh grade - Cedric. The physical strength of several young men was not as good as that of the elders, and they fell half a step.

"Is it difficult to get tickets for this issue?" Arthur's colleague asked in a low voice, "It took me a long time to ask for two."

He turned his head to look at the Weasley family, and said with some lemon, "How can you get so many tickets?"

Arthur's breathing was a little short, but he smiled smugly.

"These tickets were given to us by Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!" The colleague was stunned, his face twitched with sourness, and then he remembered the close relationship between the president of the European Magic Union and this family. No wonder Arthur is such a **** recently, and he was promoted to department management. layer.

A group of people reached the top of the mountain at the time of sunrise in the east,

The distant clouds rolled in the firelight, the slightly pale sky slowly increased its brightness, and a worn boot was placed on the flat top of the mountain, which was the key to the Quidditch World Cup.

"Guys, we're leaving!"

Arthur shouted, and everyone stepped forward and put their hands on the boots together.

In an instant, the space distorted.

Everyone disappeared, only the broken boots were left on the ground.

Ron just felt like he was squeezed out of a rubber tube, dizzy and uncomfortable, and there was a noisy voice in his ear.

"Professor Ivan is right, the traditional space movement is simply suffering, why didn't I learn the portal!" After waking up, he complained and raised his head, the hills were full of tents, and wizards from all over the world passed through the door Keys, Floo Networks and Apparitions are here.

This is England - Dartmoor.

The venue for the 422nd Quidditch World Cup.

Someone came to the Weasley family.

"Is that Mr. Arthur?"

Arthur looked at it in confusion. It was a well-dressed young man. He was wearing a Muggle suit that was incompatible with wizards, and the logo of the European Magical Union was tattooed on his sleeve.

"Please come with me." The young man was neither humble nor arrogant: "The president has prepared a tent for you."

The Weasley twins looked at each other and cheered.

The smile on the corner of Arthur's mouth is also getting bigger and bigger. He greeted his colleague who was too sour. Mei Zizi took his family to the tent of the European Magic League. .

There are already acquaintances waiting in the tent.

Hermione Granger quickly got up and greeted the Weasley family. She was also very familiar with the family and could basically be regarded as the second daughter.

The Weasley twins threw their backpacks at random and ran out cheering.

"Where's Harry?" Ron didn't see anyone left or right, and there was only Hermione in the tent.

Hermione: "Harry is working in the tent next door, let's wait for him here!"

"What's the business?" Ron became interested, glanced at his father, and said in a low voice, "Is it a meeting of adults, let's go, let's have a look!"

Saying that, despite Hermione's objection, he dragged her to the next tent in a hurry.

The tent space is also very large, but the decoration is a little less lifelike. The two walked in, subconsciously lowered their voices, and lightly walked.

There are several people in the tent.

The unsmiling Sirius and the gentle-looking Lupin stood beside Harry Potter like two generals.

Harry Potter was very uncomfortable sitting in the chair, listening to other people's reports, his eyes wandering scattered, seeing his friend who sneaked in through the door, he suddenly showed helpless eyes.

Ron and Hermione circled and hid behind the windscreen.

"President Potter." The pale man standing in front of Harry Potter bowed his body and said earnestly: "When the alliance was first established, the blood clan also contributed a lot, please look at these things for the sake of it. Go on, open the Internet."

Blake said indifferently: "The president has promised to let you keep the family that you have inherited, and just restore the descendants that have developed in the past 50 years into human beings. Isn't this a good idea?"