I’m Really An Alchemist

Karkaroff immediately wanted to refuse, but was stopped by Maxim.

"Let them talk for a while. Director Crouch is not the kind of person who can be bewitched. You know that."

Karkaroff was a little unwilling, but agreed with Maxim's words, that Crouch could even send his own son to Azkaban, but he was an unselfish official.

Such a person will not be bribed and bewitched by others, which is why the two of them feel at ease.

Karkaroff and Maxim nodded, walked out of the office, and closed the door thoughtfully.

Leave Zhou Qi and Barty Crouch in the same room.

"Professor Ivan, do you have anything to talk to me about?" Barty Crouch was very puzzled.

Zhou Qi got up, passed by Barty Crouch like a gust of wind, and then returned to his desk with an extra pot of potion in his hand. He opened it, sniffed it, and laughed.

"It really is a compound medicine."

Barty Crouch's face changed greatly, but before he could draw his wand, he was slapped on the sofa by the hand of an invisible mage.

His body and face twisted and changed.

Turned into a gloomy young man.

The young man's body seemed to be oppressed by a boulder, unable to move. He could only move his eyes and looked at the Muggle musician sitting back at his desk in fear.

"I know you, little Barty Crouch." Zhou Qi played with the potion in his palm, and little Crouch's eyes moved with the potion. He spoke with difficulty, with a strange voice: "Give it back to me."

Zhou Qi looked at him indifferently.

Palms together.

The potion bottle with the bronze shell was easily crushed into scrap iron, and the potion in it was evaporated by the rising flame.

Little Crouch's eyes widened suddenly, and he wanted to struggle, but the pressure on his body became more and more intense. He could only look at the potion bottle that had disappeared in the palm of the Muggle musician, and a strange sound came from his throat.

"Are you nervous about it?" Zhou Qi said with pity: "Is it because you have replaced your father and have no raw materials to supply?"

Little Crouch's eyes rolled wildly, and despair appeared.

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand a few meters away.

"Tell me, why did you come?"

.....

Maxim and Karkaroff returned to the office.

They were surprised to find Barty Crouch and the Muggle musician sitting on the sofa and talking happily.

"Director Crouch?"

Karkaroff said carefully: "The matter of the Triwizard Tournament..."

Barty Crouch glanced at Zhou Qi and said in a low voice, "Professor Ivan explained to me that I also approve of the Three-School Alliance. Why don't you guys seriously consider this proposal?"

"what?"

Maxim and Karkaroff were completely bewildered.

They looked at Zhou Qi, who was smiling, and at Barty Crouch, who was still unselfish. The confidence and spirit of the past were completely dissipated.

PS: Thanks to Ning Ri'an and D_Inori's blade in No Man's Cloud

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Chapter 457 Chapter 98

"Mr. Crouch!"

Karkaroff's face was flushed, and he intensified his tone: "You didn't say that before!"

Before coming to Hogwarts, they approached Barty Crouch in advance and explained the Triwizard Tournament. At that time, Barty Crouch clapped his chest to ensure that the event would be held.

Why did you change your mind so quickly when I went out for a cigarette?

"Professor Karkaroff." Barty Crouch's voice was low: "If it wasn't for Professor Ivan explaining to me, I would have been deceived by you and become a tool to threaten Hogwarts!"

Karkaroff's face shuddered and his momentum dropped.

Madame Maxime turned her head in embarrassment, not daring to look at each other.

The use of Barty Crouch to advance the Triwizard Tournament was broken, and they justified the loss.

"But..." Karkaroff pursed his lips, still trying to fight for it. He couldn't let Durmstrang's signboard be destroyed in his hands, even if he was just a timid, grass-roots death eater.

But he was also Durmstrang's principal.

"Don't say it!"

Barty Crouch raised his hand expressionlessly and stopped what he said next.

Immediately afterwards, he got up from the sofa and apologized to Zhou Qi.

"Professor Ivan, it's me who disturbed me."

He picked up the English square hat from the coffee table, and without looking at the embarrassed two principals, he turned his head and was about to leave.

Seeing the desperate looks of Karkaroff and Maxim, Zhou Qi knew that it was time for him to make a fool of himself, so he got up and pulled Barty Crouch who was about to leave in anger.

"Director Crouch, please wait a moment."

Barty Crouch stopped.

Zhou Qi turned to the two principals who showed expectant expressions, pondered for a moment, and said, "Professor, Madam. I can give you some more time to think about it. As long as you give me an answer before Halloween, the Triwizard Tournament will still be held in time."

The eyes of the two principals darkened again. It was impossible for them to agree to the agreement of the Three-School Alliance. If the Triwizard Tournament was not held, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton would be reduced to a hundred years. If they signed the Three-School Alliance, there will be more in the future. Without these two schools are not necessarily.

"Before Halloween, the two of you can also bring students to Hogwarts as a guest." Zhou Qi smiled and said, "Everything is going on in accordance with the usual Triwizard Tournament. After you make a decision, you can launch the Goblet of Fire. "

Seeing the two principals struggling.

Zhou Qi made the last cut.

"This is just my little suggestion. If the two are unwilling, Hogwarts will not force it, and of course, it will not block the honor of Hogwarts to hold the Triwizard Tournament. This is also me and Crowe. Director Qi's common idea."

Barty Crouch nodded calmly.

The atmosphere was dull for a long time.

Karkaroff seemed to have aged by several decades, and said weakly: "Let me go back and think about it... I haven't dared to mention this to other professors in the school."

So does Maxim.

Zhou Qi obeyed like a flow, and personally sent the two principals out of Hogwarts, watching the two principals phantom move away.

Barty Crouch's expression changed suddenly, his body rippling and changing like water waves, returning to the appearance of little Crouch, kneeling in front of Zhou Qi.

"You did a great job."

Zhou Qi's smile was still the same, his arms were slightly drooping, and a ring of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled on his fingertips, touching little Crouch's forehead.

The ripples spread along his forehead, and the light around the little Crouch floated and refracted again, forging the shape of the old Crouch.

"My illusion can last for three months. I will advance the Three Schools Alliance before Halloween, and I will give you more powerful black magic."

Little Crouch was ecstatic and bowed his head respectfully.

Then the phantom moved away.

Zhou Qi returned to the office and took out the potion that Little Crouch handed over from the drawer.

He already knew the plan of the Death Eaters, and wanted to use this potion to turn Harry Potter back into the Dark Lord.

I have to say that this plan is really effective - if he hadn't discovered it in advance, Harry might have been seduced by the potion's inner Voldemort mark and returned to the third Dark Lord.

But if this plan was known to him, it would be ineffective.

As long as Harry is given a constant mechanical mind in advance, this potion that evokes negative emotions is not even a drink.

The general trend is over, and these Death Eaters dance happily, but they are just praying mantises trying to stop the wheel from advancing.

But they can take advantage.

Death Eaters are nothing to Zhou Qi, but they can effectively put pressure on Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, and promote the establishment of the three-school alliance from another aspect.

Zhou Qi already hates the mother-in-law of the two principals, and now he gets in the car and drinks soup--he really hasn't decided after Halloween, he will use tough measures to incorporate the two schools to ensure the uniqueness of Hogwarts. sex.

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September 1, King's Cross platform.

Different from the loneliness and desertion of the other two schools, the school bus area leading to Hogwarts was crowded with people, and wizard families from Britain sent their children to the steam train in tears.

"You must write a letter to mom!"

"Don't forget to bring the book, as for the owl, just bring it!"

"I practiced Quidditch for two months in the summer vacation. After school starts, I will definitely open your eyes!"

Ron walked behind the Weasley twins, watching the grand occasion of platform nine and three-quarters, took a deep breath, and let the pleasure fill his chest, he was fed up with the boredom of summer vacation, and wished to return to Hogwarts earlier, Have fun with your friends.

"Remember, you can't play tricks in school!"

Molly Weasley took Ginny in her arms and reprimanded the giggling Weasley twins.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts this year is Professor Ivan." Ron leaned over and said meanly: "Professor Ivan is not like Dumbledore. He looks gentle and his methods are dark, but I think Look at how you were taught by Ivan!"

The Weasley twins stared, and immediately thought of this.

They don't want to be punished for taking exam papers and washing the toilet, it's a nightmare.

Ron laughed, pushed the luggage cart in his hand, and slipped into the carriage, forgetting the frantic sound of the Weasleys.

He went directly to the No. 1 carriage. In this carriage, which has been stretched without traces, and has a separate toilet and snack area, all his friends have already arrived.

Hermione turned her head and laughed at Ron's goofy look.

"This was arranged by Blake. I didn't know that the train had such a dedicated compartment before." Harry said helplessly, "I originally wanted to study at Hogwarts as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect it to be so high-profile!"

"I think it's fine."

Ron stuffed himself with snacks frantically, and said vaguely, "You are the president of the Demon League, you should have such a little privilege, just like the lousy Malfoy family, they have more shelves than you!"

Hermione picked up the bread and stuffed it into Ron's mouth.

"Talk after eating, you almost splashed on me!"

Ron patted his chest and swallowed the bread stuck in his throat.

The three of them laughed happily in the carriage, chatting about interesting things that happened during the summer vacation, and soon the topic shifted to Hogwarts, and the most worthy of discussion at Hogwarts at the moment is the acting headmaster, Professor Ivan.

Hermione was joking.

"Professor Ivan was only a professor of music in the first year, a professor of arcane arts in the second year, and the dean of Ravenclaw in the third year, and now he is the acting principal."

"This position is rising faster than the Firebolt broom. How can he be promoted to Minister of Magic next year?"

Harry Potter has more sources of information because of his position.

He knew that Professor Ivan was just an agent, and the root cause was Grindelwald's escape. Dumbledore went to America to capture Grindelwald.

But he didn't tell his friends about these things.

Grindelwald's incident is enough to make America Magical Congress distressed. Leaving Grindelwald behind, not even the Daily Prophet reports much overseas.

The train went all the way north and arrived at Hodemogg Station at nightfall.

"Follow me the first-year freshmen!"

On the platform, the half-giant Hagrid, carrying a lantern and an umbrella, shouted to the sound of rolling thunder.

This year's entrance night was the same as the previous year. It was a stormy weather. The icy rain poured on everyone. The first-year freshmen let out a pitiful whimper. They couldn't imagine themselves rowing in this kind of weather.

The Harry trio got out of the carriage, which happened to be near Hagrid. The three were pleasantly surprised that Hagrid had returned to Hogwarts.

"Professor Ivan asked me to come back."

The chandelier in Hagrid's hand swayed, he winked at the three of them, and said, "I can continue to be a teacher of the protection of magical animals now, and the protection of the forbidden forest has also been withdrawn... albeit at the expense of the horse people. "

Harry lowered his head and said sadly, "I'm sorry."

In the final analysis, the centaurs died because of him.