I’m Really An Alchemist

Silence.

Only the wind blows through the wheat fields, and the golden ears of wheat are intertwined with each other.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore raised his head with sharp eyes: "Do you want to be a god?"

The emotion on Grindelwald's face gradually disappeared.

"I've been walking in California for half a month. Muggles and wizards live together in this land, but this kind of life is unequal!"

Dumbledore raised his voice and looked sad.

"Wizards have no need for the Muggle world, but Muggles need the magic of wizards. This is not living together, this is God's mercy and charity for mortals!"

"Muggles' worship and admiration for wizards will become mortals' belief in gods because of time." Dumbledore stared at Grindelwald: "You want to recreate the age of mythology, right?"

This time, it was Grindelwald's silence.

He laughed.

"In this day and age, only you can see what I think, Albus." Grindelwald laughed extremely happily, not feeling ashamed and angry at being seen through his true thoughts.

Dumbledore took off his hat and changed back to his wand, expressionless.

"Is the age of mythology bad?" Grindelwald said with a smile: "In ancient times, wizards were not gods. We once led mortals forward and gave mortals honor. Why can't we go back to that era?"

"Humans fear us, and we give them peace, food and a happy life."

Grindelwald's smile disappeared, and he looked at the blank white wizard.

"Humans need the guidance of gods. Only under the guidance of gods will they let go of unnecessary wars, abandon their boring differences, and live a happy life."

Dumbledore looked gloomy.

Grindelwald half-smiled.

Then, Grindelwald suddenly turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the distance. Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then turned into a white shadow to chase after him.

The two came to the wilderness far away from the wheat fields one after the other.

"Don't destroy the fields I planted so hard." Grindelwald took out his old wand and cast a cleansing spell, all the dirt and dirt on his body disappeared, and he smiled at the white wizard in the distance.

Dumbledore swung his wand violently, and the earth deformed like plasticine, lifted, and stood up a gray, giant beast formed of mud boulders.

It crawls on the ground, breathing heavily.

The white wizard stretched out his hand to hold up a barrier to cover himself, and his voice resounded through the wilderness like thunder.

"I won't be careless again." Dumbledore looked at his old enemy in the distance.

The giant beast let out a low roar and slammed into Grindelwald.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore are both wizards at the top of the HP magic world, but the Dark Lord has a young body and strong energy, as well as the Deathly Hallows that can increase the power of spells.

Dumbledore could only rely on his rich experience in dealing with the enemy and the arcane spells he had learned to deal with it reluctantly.

The two sides have gone from confrontation with magic spells to pure metamorphosis duel.

Dust filled the sky, and the sound of violent collisions and explosions spread to the town.

The wizards of the Deathly Hallows Society felt the shaking of the earth uneasy. The aftermath of the battle had already affected towns several kilometers away. This terrifying force made them worry.

"Miss Nagia, aren't we going to help Lord Grindelwald?"

Nagini quietly looked at the battlefield and shook his head.

"The king said he didn't need it. This is a grudge between him and Dumbledore, and we must not interfere."

The wizard is both happy and ashamed.

They looked at the gray fog on the horizon, and only felt that this level of power was beyond imagination.

in the wilderness.

The ground was full of potholes, the soil turned over, and there were huge cracks, as if it had been bombed by missiles.

Dumbledore was short of breath, and Grindelwald turned pale.

Neither of them is much better.

The two sides compete for magic power and skills, but they all belong to the same level. Even language skills, psychological induction, and various off-field factors must be considered. One step behind or one wrong move will result in failure.

The result was a draw.

"Haha....hahaha."

Grindelwald laughed out of breath, pointing to the white wizard at the other side of the huge pit, with a little complicated meaning in his laughter.

"This is our strongest strength, it's really... too weak."

The white wizard straightened up and adjusted his violent heartbeat.

He is already an old man, and this battle of equal strength, competition of magic, magic, physical and mental power, made him completely overwhelmed, and even dizzy due to the exhaustion of physical strength.

He tried his best to hold on, not letting his weakness appear.

Grindelwald's words puzzled him.

But now is not the time to delve deeper, Dumbledore took a step forward and mobilized the remaining magic power.

"Don't force it." Grindelwald raised his slightly trembling arm and said, "Your condition will not be better than mine, and if you continue to fight, it will only be the result of both losses."

"Even if you lose both."

Dumbledore took a hard step.

"Even if you die here."

He waved his wand, but only released a spell ray that flew away within a few meters and dissipated out of thin air. Grindelwald plopped down and sat on the ground, laughing at the white wizard who was walking across from him.

"Look at you, what can you do now?" Grindelwald laughed: "You can't even release the curse!"

Dumbledore gritted his teeth.

"I absolutely want to stop you!"

Grindelwald looked at each other with pity: "Albus, you can't stop anything, you don't even know what happened there when you left New York."

The white wizard who was still advancing was stunned.

Grindelwald was particularly happy: "From the moment you set foot in California, all the news about New York was false."

.....

New York Magic Congress Hall.

The copper pot spun around on the floor, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"The news of Professor Dumbledore's departure from New York must be kept secret." The President of Congress issued an order.

A wizard answered.

"Don't worry, the professor left a hair before he left, and we can use the compound medicine to disguise the professor."

The chairman of the Congress nodded and arranged the task.

During Dumbledore's investigation of California and the arrest of Grindelwald, the Magical Congress in New York must stabilize the situation, arrest troublesome wizards, and not cause Dumbledore trouble.

"During this period of time, all departments are fully supporting the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. The Auror Department must arrest the members of the Deathly Hallows Society as soon as possible, at all costs!"

After this order was issued, New York was quiet for two days.

There has not been a single magical accident in these two days, as if all those troubled wizards disappeared overnight.

This abnormal situation not only did not reassure the Magic Council, but instead made it intensify its efforts to hunt down dark wizards.

This calm is a sign before the storm comes.

On October 3, the sky was clear.

There was a march in peaceful New York City.

Parades are the norm in America, and every American is accustomed to them, and they will appear from time to time. Some are protests by workers, others are about environmental protection, equal rights, and race.

But this time the parade group seems to be different.

Each of them wore grey robes, pointed wizard hats, and held up billboards, more like drag groups than parade groups.

The people who eat melons look at the content on the sign.

A cartoon wizard is drawn on it, and a string of words is written next to it: We ask for freedom, we need human rights!

"What kind of parade is this?"

"do not know!"

"Freedom and human rights, God, America is already the freest country on earth, aren't they crazy?"

The melon eaters in New York City watched this unusual parade team.

According to the right of American citizens to march and assemble, the police in New York City dare not stop and disperse, and the cars on the road even take the initiative to avoid them. They don’t want to be caught and criticized in the newspaper. .

People who eat melon like this kind of liveliness.

Someone came up and asked the members of the parade group.

"What kind of parade are you doing?" The man looked at the wizard's dress and the propaganda board, puzzled.

The wizard replied: "We are wizards with citizenship in America, and we demand the same rights, the right to live under the blue sky!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Wizard, you, are you joking?"

"No." The wizard took out his wand and pointed at the passers-by who joined in the fun, only to see the passer-by's clothes puffed, changed into a weird appearance, and then changed back with a puff.

"It's not a joke, we are wizards, wizards who know magic."

The Muggle passers-by who followed the marching group suddenly widened their eyes and were too shocked to speak.

When the Magic Congress received the news of the parade, it was about to explode.

"Stop them!" The president of Congress slapped the table and roared: "What are you doing, stop them, drive away the Muggles!"

"The parade team gathered in Times Square in Manhattan, where there are hundreds of thousands of Muggle floating population, and now a large number of people are gathering because of the parade."

The staff of the disaster department trembled and turned over the report book in their hands, almost crying.

"I don't want to listen to data!"

The chairman of the Congress was furious: "I want a solution, no matter what means or method I use, to bring this matter under control!"

The staff was reprimanded in the face and left in a panic.

All members of the Magic Congress were dispatched to Times Square in Manhattan.

The Newt couple, who stayed in New York to observe the situation, also came to Times Square anxiously. They were shocked by the number of Muggles gathered here. Looking around, they were all Muggles, and they couldn't squeeze in.

"We are wizards and humans, and our history is as long as humans."

Bol stood on the high platform shaped by Transfiguration, telling the history of wizards to the crowd in all directions. His voice was amplified by magic and appeared in everyone's ears.

"Mr. Wizard!"

A female reporter squeezed into the crowd with difficulty, the microphone turned towards Pohl.

"If the history of magic is so long, why do we never know if the government is hiding the truth from the people?"

The crowd became noisy again.

"In the Middle Ages, you also knew the existence of magic, and launched a witch-hunting campaign. Therefore, the wizarding world signed the International Wizarding Secrecy Act in 1689. From then on, the wizarding world concealed itself and hid under the surface world."

Bol raised his arms and shouted: "And now, we believe that the International Law of Wizarding Secrecy is no longer applicable to the current era, and we have bravely stood up and hoped to live in the sun."

The Muggles gathered here exclaimed again.

I just feel that the world view has been smashed to pieces.

"Merlin's Beard..."

Newt looked cold at the shouting wizard in the crowd.

The congress wizards who were crowded and unable to move forward finally couldn't bear it anymore. They summoned brooms, jumped directly from the crowd, and flew towards the parade group.

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