I’m Really An Alchemist

"The game is over, the Bulgarian team won!"

The narrator of the Enchanted Radio roared excitedly: "The champion is Bulgaria, the champion is Krum, let us always remember this name, cheer for him, young Seeker from Durmstrang - Viktor Krew Mum!!"

The dull and quiet tavern, like a balloon pierced by a needle, roared loudly.

"The champion is Bulgaria! Long live! Long live the Bulgarian team!"

"Give money, I'll pay for today's drinks!"

"...Hmph, it's not because the England team is not in good shape, how could they lose!"

"If you lose, you will lose. England also used the wrapping tactics to suppress Bulgaria! If it wasn't for Seeker Krum's final conflict with the encirclement and the Jedi counterattack, the result of this game would not be certain!"

Some people are happy and some are sad.

The atmosphere of the tavern was extremely hot.

The wizard who supported the England team was twitching with sourness. He couldn't stand the revelry of other people, and said sourly: "So what if you win, don't forget that Krum is a Death Eater, hehe, you want me to say this Games don't count!"

The black-robed wizard in the corner paused slightly and looked over.

The others were indeed enraged.

"When the team you supported lost, you started talking about the Death Eaters! The Demon Alliance claimed that they were all forced by the Dark Lord to become Death Eaters. If the Dark Lord appeared in front of you, you would have been long ago. Are your legs weak?"

"Krum uses champions to wash away his shame. People like you will only shoot cold shots behind your back, it's ridiculous!"

The wizard was outraged and could only leave the tavern in despair.

The carnival continued until late at night.

The black-robed wizard was the last to leave the tavern. He walked slowly in the darkness and turned into the alley. There was also a figure standing inside.

"Hart Norman."

The black-robed wizard's voice was hoarse, and he took off his hood: "It's not easy to find you."

The figure in the alley came out vigilantly. He was a sorcerer in his thirties who was full of decadence. The top of the wizard's wand threw a white glow, illuminating the darkness around him, and also illuminating the black-robed wizard's face.

The wizard's pupils narrowed: "Jacob!"

The werewolf Jacob wanted by the Demon League is a young man in his twenties. Except for his cruel eyes, he is no different from ordinary people.

"It's me." The corners of Jacob's mouth twitched into a ferocious arc: "Don't worry, I'm not being tracked by the Demon League Aurors!"

The wizard still kept his vigilance and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here with me?"

Jacob looked at the decadent wizard with pity, and smiled softly: "Look at your current appearance, you are a pure-blood wizard from Albania, how did you live like this?"

The wizard was silent.

Jacob continued: "We originally surrendered to different Voldemorts, but fought for a common glory, but he - that kid, he stole the Dark Lord's power and created a ridiculous organization like the Demon League."

"The Demon League was founded by us Death Eaters, but we didn't gain half the glory, the werewolves were forced to flee, the vampires were kept in captivity, and even you were yelled at in the magical world and trampled underfoot by the mudbloods!"

"Don't you want to change this?" Jacob bewitched: "The Demon League is ours, and we should take it back!"

The wizard looked at the werewolf like a madman.

He rolled up his sleeves and tattooed a sleeping hornet dragon on his arm. When the werewolf saw the tattoo, the madness on his face gradually subsided, and he fell into silence.

"The Magic Alliance didn't put us in Nibelungen, but it didn't give up on our vigilance!" The wizard put down his sleeves indifferently, "We can't resist him at all."

Nibelungen is a wizard prison built by the Demon League. It has completely replaced the long-abandoned Azkaban.

Jacob was silent for a long time before he said, "There may be other ways."

This sentence is very baseless.

"Come on, your intentions are not so noble at all." The wizard sneered: "You want to avenge your brother - that guy Fenrir doesn't even have a body left now, right?"

Jacob's face turned gloomy, and the muscles in his body swelled and agitated.

Wizard: "Whatever you want to do, do it yourself, don't drag us, I'm tired just living now!"

Facing the sorcerer's depression, Jacob also felt despair for a while.

He was running around, trying to win over the Death Eaters to resist the Demon Alliance, but these timid Death Eaters who were afraid of death didn't even have the courage to resist.

"You can do it yourself."

The wizard glanced at the silent werewolf, and turned to leave.

Flutter fan.

The sound of bats flapping their wings came from the night sky, and with a subtle magic power, a third person fell to the ground.

The werewolf and the wizard turned around quickly and looked nervously at the third person in the dark.

A vampire came out.

"As long as we don't want to deal with Harry Potter, the curse will not work on us." The vampire also held a comatose witch in his hands and threw it to the ground.

Jacob was refreshed: "What do you mean?"

The wizard also looked at him strangely.

The pale face of the vampire was particularly eerie in the white fluorescence, and his voice was soft: "Actually, what we most want to do is to restore the glory of the vampires and werewolves, and restore the glory of the pure blood family, this is the reason why we follow the Dark Lord. ."

"You should remember when Harry Potter devoured the Dark Lord at Hogwarts, when he just became the third Dark Lord - at that time, he was the Dark Lord in our dreams."

"Powerful, cruel, cold!"

"Because of Blake, he changed from the Dark Lord back to Harry Potter - we don't need to do anything with Harry Potter at all, we just need to make him back to the Dark Lord, and the Alliance is the best tool for us to control the wizarding world !"

The wizard sneered: "I still think it's a good idea, how do you want Harry Potter to turn back into the Dark Lord? Assassinate Black and Lupin? We do this, and he will turn back into the Dark Lord as soon as possible. Handle us!"

"Of course not, we can start with Harry Potter."

The vampire said gracefully, "Harry Potter devours the Dark Lord. He has the Dark Lord's characteristics hidden in his heart. We just need to guide this characteristic out and let the Dark Lord's nature have the upper hand. Victory will naturally favor us."

The werewolf said impatiently, "So what's the solution?"

The vampire looked at the fainted witch, and the other two also looked at the witch.

"This is Bertha Jorkins from the British Ministry of Magic, visiting family in Albania. I just used a little bit of rhetoric to know something from her mouth - the Triwizard Tournament is going to be held at Hogwarts, but It's far from my harvest."

The vampire laughed mysteriously.

"I found out that her memory was missing a lot. I read her memory through blood magic. Guess what I found?" The most loyal Death Eater, he did not die of illness in Azkaban, but was brought out by old Barty Crouch and kept at home with the Imperius Curse."

"Barty Crouch Jr. won't react to the curse. We can use his loyalty to Voldemort to act. There is also the Triwizard Tournament, and Krum will participate."

"As long as we can get close to Harry Potter, we have a lot to do!"

.....

New York, a magic item store.

Ball enthusiastically introduces the store's newest Magic Gum.

Because of his warm attitude and sincere smile, the store's praise has risen a lot. The store manager specially praised the employees and gave Pol a lot of bonuses.

The mentality of the other employees was chaotic.

It's like they don't know Bohr. This 30-year-old social animal wizard has always had a tired and negative energy on his face, and his performance is also at the bottom. What's going on now?

How did his confident and cheerful attitude come about?

When an employee who was close to Ball asked him for advice, Ball just smiled mysteriously and didn't answer, wheezing his appetite.

The day's work is over.

The store manager held a celebration party to celebrate the improvement of today's performance, praised Boll, and even secretly suggested a promotion and salary increase, which immediately made the other employees' mentality explode and became extremely jealous.

But Cole made a surprising move.

He declined the store manager's offer and handed in his resignation letter.

At the beginning of his career, he chose to resign.

The store manager couldn't keep it, he could only sigh with regret, but he still didn't deduct the bonus, he gave everything he should have given. Bol insisted on leaving, but there was really no way out. On the contrary, the other employees lost their jealousy and became curious.

A wizard like Bol, who is almost thirty years old, can hardly survive without a job.

Where did he get the confidence to resign?

Bohr didn't care about other people's strange eyes and questions. He packed his things and was about to leave, but was begged by his colleagues and friends in the store. This colleague's life was as miserable as his, and he was a low-level social animal.

"Have you found someone with better treatment?" The colleague smacked Bol's chest and whispered, "Take me, it's hard for me to be here too."

Bol was a little embarrassed.

In the end, he decided to reveal a little bit of wind so that he could pull his friend.

"If you want to know, wait for me at the Brooklyn Bridge before midnight tonight."

My colleague was at a loss, so he could only watch his friend leave gracefully and envy his ease.

Before morning.

The colleague who couldn't fall asleep tumbled on the bed secretly got up, put on his clothes while his wife and children were sleeping, took out his wand, and summoned the Knight Bus from the roadside, pressing his hat, and said to the conductor: "Go to the Brooklyn Bridge. ."

The conductor is not surprised.

"Don't be nervous, all the wizards here go to the Brooklyn Bridge!"

The colleague looked at the carriage at this time, and there were dozens of wizards in it, all raised their heads and smiled kindly at him.

The conductor handed him the ticket and smiled, "Welcome, comrade."

Comrade?

While he was still in a daze, the driver started the car and arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge with lightning speed.

As soon as he got out of the car, Bol hurried over to meet him.

"York!" Bohr beckoned to his colleague, and the other wizards all cast friendly glances. While greeting him, he grabbed his colleague and said, "It's great that you can come, I thought you wouldn't come."

York looked around hesitantly.

There are dozens of wizards in this small area. They are dressed casually, some are wearing wizard robes, some are wearing Muggle clothes, and he also sees wizards who come in their pajamas, but everyone's clothes have a small logo .

A circle in a triangle.

A circle is divided into two by a vertical line.

He felt uneasy: "Pol, shouldn't you join... some sect?"

This seems too unreasonable.

Bol smiled and said, "This is the wizarding society, and they are all members of the Deathly Hallows Society."

"The Deathly Hallows Society?" York searched his memory carefully, but he had never heard of such a society, but seeing his friend here, he still mustered up the courage to stay and wanted to see how this society changed his friends.

Ball pulled out a flyer and handed it to York.

"Don't you want to know why I quit my job? I plan to open a magic item store by myself, selling interesting and harmless magic items. You know, this is my dream all along!"

York hadn't read the flyer, but raised his head oddly.

"My God, where did you come from, Jin Galleon, do you know how much it costs to open a store?"

Bol laughed heartily: "I don't have Jin Galleon, but the comrades in the community have. They provided me with interest-free loans, and they also solved the problem of location and rent for me, so as to realize my dream."

York was even more confused.

How can there be such a good person and such a good society in this world?

It's like a utopia that doesn't exist.

"Is there no price?" York swallowed and secretly looked at the laughing crowd around them. Together with the crowd, they came to a nearby Muggle-star hotel. The large, luxurious and bright auditorium was full of laughter and laughter. the sorcerer.

If there is no price.... can he also join?

"We are comrades." Boorne said softly, "It is also a big family. We stay together for the common ideal."

After the conversation changed, he added: "And our source of funds is very sufficient. Many rich people in the No-Maj world like to collect bizarre things. My store will make a lot of money. Do you want to help me?"

"No-Ma Chicken?!"

York let out a scream, and the flyer in his hand fell on his lap.

He said in a trembling voice, "You want to sell magic items to No-Maj, are you crazy—" He lowered his voice: "Do you want to be arrested and tried by the Magic Congress?"

Bol's smile faded.

"Magic is our innate talent, why can't we use our own talent? It's just like those who are talented in music can make money from it, and those who study medicine can also treat diseases. Magic, medicine, and music are the same thing. We Seven years of learning magic, it should be used to get what we deserve!"