I’m Really An Alchemist

"Uh... oh oh."

The chairman of the Congress nodded immediately, and then ordered the help to register the wizard's name and take good care of it.

Next, it's time to talk about business.

Since the arrest of the wizard, there have been many fewer magical incidents in New York, but the methods have become more intense. Before, it was a small incident, similar to a mischievous magical incident, but now it has escalated into a bad and major incident.

Congress has filled a lot of manpower just by covering up the wizarding world and erasing No-Maj memory.

Now we have to face an upgraded version of the event conflict.

They finally remembered what Dumbledore had said before.

"Grindelwald is the root of all this. If Grindelwald is not solved, things will never end."

The Congress chairman retracted his thoughts and sighed in his heart.

"Professor, please forgive our ignorance. Congress has approved the Interstate Floo Network. You can go to the California branch through the Congressional Floo Network. I will also arrange for Aurors to follow you."

"No."

Dumbledore directly refused: "It's enough for me to go alone, New York is also in need of manpower!"

The chairman of the Congress smiled a little embarrassedly, but didn't say much.

They felt that they were wrong, and prepared documents signed by Jin Galleon and the Congressional Headquarters for Dumbledore, so that Dumbledore could receive privileged treatment in California, and connected to the California branch in advance to prepare for reception.

Newt also came to say goodbye to Dumbledore.

"Pay attention to safety." Dumbledore patted Newt on the shoulder and whispered, "Keep in touch, and let me know as soon as anything happens here."

After speaking, he stepped directly into the fireplace, preparing to go to the California Magic Congress Branch.

However--

"Wait!" A female assistant ran in panting, preventing Dumbledore from using the Floo network, "The Floo network in New York and Los Angeles is disconnected!"

"What did you say?"

The chairman of the Congress was shocked on the spot.

He quickly contacted the Los Angeles branch to find out the reason. The result was different from the past. The letters sent this time never came back, and the Los Angeles Magic Congress branch became a black hole of information.

At this moment, they were terrified.

The Magical Congress is anxious and impatient.

The loss of contact in California is much more serious than the New York farce.

They finally understood their short-sightedness and forced Dumbledore to stay here for the sake of New York's temporary tranquility - Dumbledore also reminded them of the dangers of Grindelwald, but they turned a deaf ear.

Finally, the bitter fruit came.

What exactly did Grindelwald do in California during this month of letting his guard down?

Nobody knows.

"Is there any other way to get to Los Angeles?" said Dumbledore. "Muggle tools will do, too."

Without knowing the California wizards, it was the most appropriate thing to pretend to be a Muggle. The Magical Congress originally wanted to arrange for Aurors to follow the investigation, but was rejected again on the grounds that the number of people was too large, but the goal was bigger.

If these Aurors were caught, he would have to find a way to rescue them.

As for being caught... Unless Grindelwald takes action himself, it is impossible for ordinary wizards to catch him.

This is the confidence of Dumbledore.

In the end, instead of choosing the Muggle transportation, he chose the door key. California is the third state of America, with a wide area, and the Magic Congress has lost contact with the branch, and there is no one to guide Dumbledore to find Grindelwald. .

Dumbledore chose to use the port key to go to the nearest wizarding town in California. From the wizarding community, he should know what happened to the California Magic Congress.

py: "I take revenge on the heroine of the second dimension! 》

After traveling, Nishinomiya Yu found himself in a world full of two-dimensional heroines.

Whoever wanted to go home, he was told by the system that only if he achieved the supreme achievement of [King of the Harem], he could leave here as he wished.

In order to achieve this small goal, Nishinomiya Yu insisted on exercising and studying diligently, and with the help of the system, he was full of magic tricks to seduce girls.

Not only that, he also designed encounters, created misunderstandings, arranged scripts, planned confessions, and tried to create happy memories for each heroine.

However, after a lot of hard work, the result is a hatchet ending again and again.

[The player has died, do you want to reset the world line? 】

【Yes. 】

……

After a long time, after reading the files thousands of times, Yu Nishinomiya, who persevered, finally found a perfect way to defeat all the heroines.

And this time, he sneered.

"In the past 9999 BadEnds, I clearly remember the pain you caused in my mind."

"So this time, I want revenge, I want everyone to fall in love with me hopelessly, and take the initiative to confess to me."

"Then, one by one, refuse!"

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Chapter 465 Chapter 106 The State of the Wizard

1364 AD.

Holding a black-shell Bible, the priest of the church followed the soldiers into the stinking prison.

In the dimly lit prison, it seems that the deepest malice of human beings is hidden, filled with a strong smell of blood and rot.

There are men and women, old and young.

The wizards were especially miserable. Their naked bodies had no complete bodies, and their eyes were dull. Only when the footsteps outside the prison appeared, did they react a little bit, indicating that these beings were still alive.

It is better to live than to die.

Witches are more miserable than wizards, and their beautiful appearance has become the source of pain.

The priest did not look sideways and followed the soldiers to the end of the prison.

In the prison at the end, there was a young man sitting cross-legged. His shoulders and vertebrae were penetrated by thick chains, his face was yellow and his muscles were thin. When he heard footsteps outside the prison, he opened his eyes, and his light blue eyes were full of disdain.

The priest stood outside the prison, smelling a strong smell of sulfur.

"This is the wizard who betrayed the Lord?" He turned his head and asked the soldier.

The soldier looked at the young man with fear in his eyes, and trembled: "Yes, we can't get close to him. Those soldiers who get close to him are all burned by the fire of hell."

Only then did the priest discover that the cage that trapped the youth was charred black, and there were obvious black powders accumulated on the ground.

There are also some fragments of armor and weapons.

"You took away his wand?"

"yes."

"Also cut off his hands that cast spells?"

"yes."

The priest and the soldier question and answer.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground and smiled mockingly at the priest outside the prison, as if saying: What can you do with me?

"The Lord will remember these sacrificed warriors, and they will go to the heaven where the Lord is." The priest put his palm on the "Bible" and said in a sympathetic tone, "You step back first, this dark wizard who rebelled against the Lord, I will solve it."

The soldier nodded gratefully and hurriedly left.

In the foul-smelling prison, there were only the priest and the young man, separated by a black and greasy iron rod.

"Blue eyes, the care of fire." When he was alone, the expression on the priest's face was all restrained, and he looked down at the young man sitting cross-legged indifferently: "You are the Dumbledore family with Phoenix blood."

The young man sneered and spoke weakly.

"It turns out that the church that betrayed wizards still remembers the word family, but I didn't know that when you hunted wizards, did you ever think that you would end up like this one day?"

"The strength of the church comes from the Lord, from God." The priest was not provoked in the slightest, and said calmly and piously: "We are different from you wizards."

"different?"

The young man laughed wildly.

He was out of breath with laughter, his weak body kept shaking, and then he coughed violently.

"The **** you believe in is just a sorcerer. The Church Inquisition is a large organization of sorcerers. They say that we are different. Hahahahaha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard!"

The priest looked at the young man quietly and laughed.

slowly.

The young man stopped laughing wildly, twisted the chains on his shoulders that were scorched black by the flames, and sarcastically said, "Aren't you here to kill me, do it!"

"I am here to purify you on behalf of the Lord."

The priest said: "Wizards have original sins. Only by washing away your sins can your souls ascend to heaven."

"Come on!" The young man sneered: "To fool those mortals, don't say in front of me that there is no paradise in this world. You all just want to ensure your own rule in the name of faith!"

The priest shook his head sympathetically.

"The unbelievers are the saddest."

He didn't seem to want to talk to the youth anymore, but opened the black-shell Bible and said a prayer softly.

The pure white holy light poured out from the Bible, illuminating the dim prison, and pouring out towards the youth.

Hu Chi.

In the cage, the temperature suddenly rose, and an orange flame appeared out of thin air in front of the youth, like a stream of water, confronting the pure white holy light pouring in. The flame repelled the holy light, and the holy light extinguished the flame.

The youth's complexion became paler.

He had been hungry for several days, and he relied on the magic in his body to maintain his life. It can be said that magic is vitality.

And now, in order to resist the erosion of the Holy Light, he had to release the magic power he cherished.

The flames weakened with the consumption of magic power, and the priest outside the prison also turned pale. Even with the help of the Bible, even if this young man from the Dumbledore family was in a state of embarrassment, the levels of magic power of the two were not on the same level.

But the balance of victory fell to the priest.

The youth's complexion became paler and paler, he gritted his teeth and insisted, not giving up hope.

"This is really a bad era." The young man from the Dumbledore family said in a low voice: "The church hunts wizards, and mortals attack wizards. You have forgotten that we brought you out of the ignorant era!"

The priest stopped praying and slowly opened his eyes.

With the victory in hand, he looked at the young man behind the flames.

"Isn't this what this era is like?" He finally had another expression, looking down at the young man with a slight sarcasm: "You are also killing mortals, the witch that Osman burned not long ago. She used seventeen children to make blood-bathing potions, isn't it? Damn it?"

The young man fell silent.

This is an irrefutable fact.

In this dark place, the church hunts wizards, wizards kill mortals, and mortals kill each other.

This is an eternal theme.

The holy light engulfed the flames and drowned towards the youth.

"hold head high!!"

Outside the cell, there was a sharp cry.

It was like a stream of fire streaked across the pitch-black sky, and the orange flame rushed into the cell, burning the peculiar smell in the air, and blocking the holy light at the critical moment, it was an extremely gorgeous phoenix wrapped around flames.

"Whenever the Dumbledore family is in danger, the phoenix will come."

Facing this luxurious firebird, the priest remembered the rumors of the Dumbledore family, he looked at the arrogant phoenix, and took the initiative to close the Bible.

Only a bishop can deal with magical animals of this level.

The flames flowing on the phoenix easily melted the shackles on the youth. It spread its wings, and tears fell on the shoulders and wrists of the youth. The tears of the phoenix can heal all kinds of injuries and restore the broken tendons of the youth.