I’m Really An Alchemist

He glanced at Lupin and said, "Werewolves are not so lucky, because of their characteristics of attacking people on a full moon night, the Magic Alliance has decided to treat all werewolf patients!"

The pale man pursed his lips and looked desperate.

"The reversal plan of vampires and werewolves." Hermione explained to the confused Ron: "The plan advanced by the Magic Alliance has already cured most of the werewolves. However, the group headed by werewolf Jacob is resisting this. This kind of plan, attacked the officials of the Magic Alliance and fled, but it is also a matter of time before they are caught!"

"Vampires are not immortal, they also have a lifespan limit."

Hermione said softly: "Only keep the vampire heritage family, and don't let it develop descendants, this race will eventually perish."

She was absolutely right.

Vampires cannot reproduce, and the only way to develop a population is to transform humans.

The European Magic Alliance has drawn a circle for the vampire power, and it is only allowed to operate in the Balkans. Even if you want to eat and drink blood, you must apply to the staff of the Magic Alliance.

It is simply to keep it in captivity!

The pale man was the leader of the blood clan. In order to change this plan, he chased him from Brussels to Dartmoor, and finally found a chance to have a head-to-head dialogue with Harry Potter.

But his pleading didn't bring any pity in return.

The pale man's heart was filled with anger and murderous intent. He wished he could take his blood clan to make a way out, but when the murderous intent rose, the green phantom in his heart flashed away, and he suddenly stumbled to his knees, trembling all over.

"What happened to him?" Ron asked in surprise.

Hermione also shook her head and looked intently.

Only Harry, Black, and Lupin knew what was going on, and Black looked at the kneeling vampire indifferently.

Unlike werewolves, the entire vampire family was cursed by the twenty-two-year-old Voldemort, and all this curse was received by Harry Potter. This means that werewolves could resist and flee, but vampires could only beg to die.

Once they resist, Harry Potter can curse their entire family at any time.

The pale man slowly got up, lowered his head, pleaded guilty in a hoarse voice, and left the tent alone.

Harry couldn't bear it, but Black saw through.

"Harry." Blake softened his tone. "That's why I let you face all this in advance. You have a different status now, and you can't decide things with emotional thinking."

"At the moment you look at it with a soft heart, but in the past, who would pity the humans who were killed and ravaged by vampires?"

Listening to his godfather's persuasion, Harry Potter lowered his head.

Ron couldn't take it any longer.

"That's not what Harry should bear now!" he whispered, "I have to pull Harry out, I can't make him a nasty big man!"

At this time, Lupin glanced at the list and said, "The next one is.... Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department." "

Blake was expressionless.

Ron and Hermione quietly came behind Harry. Hermione pulled out her wand, feeling very helpless, how could she agree to such a boring action.

Although she thought so, she still used her magic wand to control the porcelain vase by the corner, and swayed and rammed it towards Blake.

"Harry!"

Ron took advantage of this chaotic opportunity to grab Harry's arm.

"Run!"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then threw the special robe of the magic president towards Black, and followed Ron out of the tent.

Hermione smiled apologetically at Lupin and went out.

Blake was knocked into his arms by the porcelain bottle and then covered by his clothes. He was confused. He took off his clothes and saw Lupin laughing beside him. He sighed helplessly.

The Harry trio ran out of the tent and calmed their hearts.

Hermione looked helpless, while Ron and Harry clapped and cheered.

"I wanted to sneak out a long time ago!" He looked around and said, "Is Uncle Arthur here too? I'll go see him!"

Ron grabbed him.

"What's there to see, let's go to Professor Ivan, I heard that he also came to watch the World Cup!"

The three hit it off and started to search aimlessly in the huge World Cup venue.

There are wizards from all over the world. It is not only a grand sporting event, but also a good place to broaden knowledge. Harry Potter asked a few staff of the Ministry of Magic responsible for maintaining order, and he knew where Zhou Qi's tent was.

They came to the tent in high spirits.

Unexpectedly, a familiar face appeared inside, a special reporter from the Daily Prophet—Ms. Rita.

It's just that Ms. Rita didn't wear the green robe she liked, but changed into a simple wizard's robe, and walked out of the tent with a smile on her face without any interview tools.

"Is it possible..." Ron rolled his eyes and smiled: "What kind of invisible deal did reporter Rita and Professor Ivan do in the tent?"

Hermione rolled his eyes at him, opened the tent, and walked in.

The space inside is equally vast.

Zhou Qi didn't wear a wizard's robe, but ordinary casual clothes, and was sorting out information.

Seeing three people coming in, he was not surprised, he put down the documents and said hello.

The relationship between Harry's trio and Zhou Qi couldn't be better. After entering the tent, they followed their own home. They looked around curiously, ate the snacks and Coke brought out by Zhou Qi, and chatted for a while. Ron took advantage of the situation to joke. , tell the secrets that Professor Ivan and Ms. Rita had to say.

Zhou Qi also pretended to be angry and said that he wanted to check Ron's summer homework.

Immediately, Ron was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the inside and outside of the tent was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Ron was afraid that Zhou Qizhen would check his summer homework, but he didn't say a word, and found an opportunity to drag Harry out quietly.

"Harry, have you finished your summer homework?"

Harry was speechless: "What nonsense are you talking about, I've been absent from school for two months, and Professor Ivan has given me permission to waive my summer homework!"

Ron became mad: "Am I the only one who didn't write it, no! Good brother, you have to help me!"

Harry took two steps back and laughed straightly: "This is not good, it would be miserable to be caught by Professor Ivan!"

When the two were fighting, they heard a low cough. Ron raised his head, pouted, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"How can I meet you anywhere?" He looked at Draco Malfoy in a close-fitting suit beside his parents, Draco's expression stiffened, and he sarcastically said, "I'm also wondering, how could you show up? it's here?"

He looked at Harry Potter again, a little weaker.

The current Harry Potter is not the object of his ridicule before, but the president of the European Magic Union who defeated the Dark Lord, known as the third Dark Lord.

Draco wanted to improve the relationship between the two, but he didn't know where to start.

Lucius Malfoy stretched out his hand to stop Draco from behind, and glanced at Ron with slight disdain. When he looked at Harry, his behavior was a little stiff, but he squeezed out a smile.

"President Potter." He raised his sword and staff and made a perfect etiquette: "Nice to meet you."

Harry pursed his lips and nodded lightly.

Neither exclusion nor closeness.

Lucius' smile froze on his face. He didn't know how to take the next step. It was his wife. Narcissa stepped forward and said, "President Potter, Draco had some misunderstandings with you before, I hope you don't mind."

Harry: "Please rest assured, although I have a bad relationship with Draco, we are also classmates at Hogwarts. I will not bring personal grievances out of school."

Draco Malfoy was silent, feeling extremely complicated.

Harry grabbed Ron's arm, nodded to the embarrassed Malfoys, and turned away.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, and the Malfoy family felt the stuffiness in their chests coming out of their throats, and Lucius frowned even more, his face darkened, and a bit of resentment floated in his heart.

"Just a lucky boy!"

Lucius snorted coldly and returned to the tent with his family.

.....

"Harry, you are so handsome!" Ron was still chattering: "You didn't see how ugly Lucius' expression was just now, hahaha, I should really let my dad take a look."

He was already dissatisfied with Lucius.

Harry didn't make a statement. He learned a very important thing from Blake. He couldn't express political opinions as the president of the Magic Alliance.

He can only communicate with Ron and Hermione as Harry Potter.

"Where did you go?" Hermione got out of nowhere, grabbed one's ear with one hand, and the youngest son of the pure-blood family and the head of the Magic Alliance made a humble begging for mercy at the hands of the Muggle-born witch.

"You even left me alone!"

said Hermione angrily.

Harry and Ron quickly made fun of each other.

Hermione snorted, then turned to Harry: "When I was looking for you just now, I found something, Harry, this needs your help!"

She brought the two to the player area.

The Quidditch World Cup is a Bulgarian team vs an England team. The player zone is very lively. Fans are everywhere looking for players to take photos and sign autographs. However, in the lively Bulgarian area, there is a tent that is very lonely and no one cares.

"Victor Krum," Hermione said. "He was a Seeker for the Bulgarian team, but because he joined the Death Eaters last year, he was, no, not just him, Durmst. Both Long and Beauxbatons were marginalized in public opinion."

"They deserve it!" Ron shouted loudly, but he lowered his voice unconsciously under Hermione's eyes, but still said, "Who asked them to join the Death Eaters!"

"They joined the Death Eaters for a reason."

Harry said softly: "If they didn't join, they would have been in a tougher situation - that's why I put them back in school and only caught the first evil. There is no right or wrong in the Death Eater battle."

Hermione sighed: "But this is of no use at all. These former Death Eaters have been affected. The wizarding world has at least dismissed a large number of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang graduates. This effect is too great."

"Krum is a good Seeker for the Bulgarian team. If it wasn't for the Bulgarian team who couldn't find someone to replace him temporarily, I'm afraid he would also be kicked out of the team. That's why I ask you for help. This game is very important to Krum. , is important to other Death Eater students, and if Krum wins the finals, it may be able to clear people's strange eyes!"

This time, even Ron didn't speak.

Harry was silent for a moment and walked towards the tent.

in the tent.

Seeker Krum silently trained his muscles. He was supposed to be the star of the crowd, but now he has become the object of ridicule. This kind of gap will collapse on anyone.

Krum took it down.

He knows that only by winning the final can he wash away his shame!

The tent was opened, and the shawl-haired boy walked in.

Krum put down the dumbbells in shock and bewildered, and stood up.

"Hello, Krum." The boy stretched out his hand and smiled brightly: "I'm Harry Potter, and I'm your fan!"

.....

Hogwarts.

The principals of the three schools gathered here again.

This time, they were ecstatic when they got the answer they wanted.

"Hogwarts has a long friendship with the other two schools, and this friendship will not be weakened by temporary setbacks." Dumbledore said warmly: "I am willing to restart the Triwizard Tournament for Beauxbatons and Demus. Tron's name is right!"

"That's great!" Madame Maxime wept with joy, wiping her tears in thanks.

Karkaroff was also very excited.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "There is one more thing, I would like to ask Professor Karkaroff to help."

He made a helpless shrug: "As you know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts is an annual subject. For a while, I couldn't find a suitable professor, and I would like to invite you to serve as a part-time professor this year. Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Originally, Dumbledore wanted to choose a former Auror with teaching experience, Mad-Eye Moody.

But because of Voldemort's demise, the Order of the Phoenix was naturally disbanded. Where would Mad-Eye Moody come to teach, he had lived his retirement.

Karkaroff patted his chest and agreed.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore!" He laughed heartily: "It's hard to say about other subjects, but black magic-related magic is our Durmstrang's strength!"

Section 450 Chapter 91 Acting Headmaster of Hogwarts

Albania, Wizard Bar.

The wizard in black robe pushed open the door and walked into the dull and quiet tavern. The tavern was full of wizards, each wearing strange robes, listening to the World Cup live broadcast from the enchanted radio with bated breath.

The black-robed wizard's face was hidden under his hood. He walked to the bar, asked for a beer from the boss who was listening to the live broadcast, and sat quietly in the corner.

"...Break through the defense line!! The Bulgarian team, which was in a dead end, broke through the defense line! It's Krum!! He broke through the encirclement and caught the Golden Snitch!!"