I’m Really An Alchemist

The flooded Times Square.

The No-Ma Ji at the back of the crowd stretched his neck and tried to squeeze forward, but he couldn't even find a gap to intervene in. He could only listen to the voice amplified by magic and sigh with emotion.

"My friend, there really is magic!"

He sighed at the passersby beside him.

The passerby's face was a little bad, he took out his wand from his sleeve, and shouted to the sky: "The broom is back!"

Shhhhhh!

There were many black spots on the horizon, rushing towards the crowd.

At the moment when the broom flew to the top of his head, the passer-by wizard skillfully stretched out his hand, grabbed the flying broom with unabated momentum, turned over neatly, then controlled the broom and dived towards the center of the crowd.

Dozens of wizards flew out of the crowd.

Although dozens of people are not worth mentioning compared to the hundreds of thousands gathered here, they are as striking as fireflies in the dark night. the sorcerer.

"my God!"

"Look!"

Some people exclaimed, some screamed, and some decisively picked up the camera to shoot.

Congressional wizards quickly approached the parade group. In the center of Times Square, the parade group was separated by a circular guardrail. Some people stood on the high platform to speak, and some people distributed flyers around.

Beyond the circular guardrail, there is an immeasurable number of No-Majes.

Just seeing this number of No-Ma chickens made Congress wizards feel dizzy. They couldn't imagine how much impact this would have. How many people knew about magic?

They gritted their teeth and rushed over the circular guardrail.

"You have violated the International Wizarding Secrecy Act and caused a major accident. By the order of the Magic Congress, you have been arrested!"

The wizard who came riding on a broom drew out his wand vigilantly and aimed it at Bol and the others.

The surrounding No-Majes naturally set their sights on these new wizards.

Just seeing them hanging in the air on their brooms was a major impact on the world view. The noise spread around like waves, and many passengers picked up their cameras and kept taking pictures.

The wizards of Congress wanted to stop them, but they didn't even know which way those No-Ma Chickens were taking pictures.

Looking at the past, there are huge crowds.

"Do you know what you have done?" The congress wizard lowered his height and approached Boll on the high platform vigilantly. As long as the other party had any idea of ​​resistance, he would subdue him as soon as possible.

The surrounding Aurors also approached cautiously.

Now they are just begging the other side not to do anything else. If they fight in front of so many No-Majes, the fun will be really big.

Strangely, when the Aurors approached, the wizards of the society did not resist in the slightest.

They didn't even take out their wands and waited quietly and honestly for the Aurors to come up and arrest them. This sense of contrast made the Aurors surprised, as if they were the evil forces.

"We are speaking up for the group of wizards."

Bol shouted: "It's a new era now, why do wizards have to obey backward regulations, why can't we live in the sun, we are wizards and humans!"

Bohr's words resonated with some wizards, and even more excited the surrounding melon eaters.

The female reporter turned the phone and handed it to the Auror.

"Are you also a wizard, a secret organization of the government, and I'm a reporter from the New York Times, can I interview you?"

Auror had never seen such a battle before, and immediately panicked in the face of the sharp question from the No-Maj reporter.

He subconsciously pulled out his wand and wanted to cast an oblivion spell on the female reporter.

Unexpectedly, this kind of action made the members of the Deathly Hallows Society angry. They pulled out their wands and aimed them at this Auror.

The other Aurors quickly drew their wands and aimed them at them.

The two sides are deadlocked.

The female reporter was keenly aware of the abnormality, and quickly pointed the camera over, but because of the surging magic power of the Aurors and the members of the community, an isolation field was formed, the camera crackled and the line burned.

"You want to rebel against Congress?!"

The Auror Captain snapped.

Bol was the only wizard who didn't take out his wand. He looked at the Aurors calmly and said, "We never intended to rebel against Congress, we just wanted to speak up for wizards and fight for human rights and interests, but we will never allow you to oppose ordinary people. People use oblivion spells!"

The Aurors looked at each other, obviously not expecting the other party to be such a saint.

That's right, these wizards only aimed their wands at the Auror who was being interviewed by No-Maj, but not at anyone else.

"Put it away!" Captain Auror glared at Bol, the Auror who pointed his wand at the female reporter, put away his wand stiffly.

Swish swish.

The members of the community put down their wands in unison.

They wanted to subdue these troubled wizards first, and then try to clear their memories, but the No-Majes around were not fools, and they all listened to the dialogue and conflict between the two forces.

After a while of brainstorming.

"I understand, they are the government's secret organization. In order to prevent magic from appearing in front of us, they will clear our memory!"

"We will be erased from memory!"

"No wonder I always feel that my memory is not good. Have I been manipulated at some point?"

When such fearful remarks reached the end of the crowd, it became,

"In order not to let us reveal the magical world, they will turn us into fools!"

Panic spreads.

Then there was an escape from the flood and the embankment collapsed. The screams and shouts that were not too big of a problem formed a strange movement around the wizard group, and the Auror group became more and more panicked.

They can already imagine what kind of storm these left No-Ma Ji will ferment.

And all the culprits—

The Auror captain looked at Bol indifferently, the wand in his hand turned into handcuffs, and with a click, Bol's hands were tightly handcuffed.

"You are under arrest!"

.....

The Magic Congress is on the third floor.

This is the court meeting room of the Ministry of Magical Accidents and Disasters. The meeting room that can accommodate hundreds of people is full, not only high officials from different departments of the Congress, but also the pure-blooded family of America.

The elderly and gentleman Newt and his wife Tina walked into the venue, arm in arm.

"Uncle, aunt."

The current Auror president hurried over and led them to a seat with a better view.

"Are there so many people?" Tina sat down and looked around. She was shocked by the number of onlookers at the venue. She asked her nephew, "Isn't this trial just going to be a passing scene?"

She used to be the president of the Auror Department and knew the rules here.

The Deathly Hallows Society made such a big commotion yesterday that there is no need for a trial at all, and they can be directly imprisoned in a wizard prison.

President Auror sat beside Newt and said with a wry smile, "It's not that simple, Aunt."

Tina nodded, looked at the empty courtroom in the center of the venue, and frowned.

Newt asked, "How did the farce that happened in Times Square yesterday be resolved?"

"It can't be solved." The Auror president sighed heavily: "We only intercepted a small part of the hundreds of thousands of floating population in the end and erased relevant memories, but there are still a large number of No-Majes who know the existence of the magical world. We even I don't know how to find them!"

"We can ask for the help of magical animals."

Newt said: "Sixty-five years ago, Grindelwald used silence to make the magical world appear in the eyes of Nomad. At that time, we sought the help of Thunderbird to make rain with the potion of erasing memory, so that Let the whole city lose that memory."

President Auror was slightly taken aback, and also remembered that an incident similar in nature to this incident happened more than 60 years ago.

He got excited.

"Yes, we can ask Thunderbird for help! Thank you very much, Uncle, I will arrange it now!"

But Tina stopped her nephew, who was eager to leave, and looked at the door of the court chamber.

"It's the same thing when the trial is over."

The open door, walked into a wizard in his thirties with firm eyes.

He was handcuffed and accompanied by two serious wizards.

When the wizard walked into the venue, the door behind him slowly closed, and with a click, the lights in the venue dimmed, and the focused light from the sky hit the wizard.

The originally noisy venue was quiet.

"Pol-Trick." The Auror president explained to Newt softly, "He is the head of the Deathly Hallows Society. Before Grindelwald leaves, let him be in charge of the organization."

Ball went to the dock.

Sitting in the center of the tribunal is the president of Congress. He is wearing a special wizard's robe and a top hat. Sitting on both sides is a wizard in a red robe.

"Trick!"

The president of the Congress picked up the gavel and struck it with a solemn expression.

"You gathered a crowd to make trouble, violated the International Confidentiality Treaty, and even showed magic in front of the No-Majes. According to the laws of the American Magical Congress, you were sentenced to life imprisonment, imprisoned in Mictlan (American Wizarding Prison), and kissed by the Dementor. !"

Clang!

He picked up the gavel and struck again, expressionless.

"Can the defendant have any objection?"

Bol raised his head and said, "I'm not guilty!"

In the quiet venue, Bohr's words caused a great uproar, followed by noises from all around.

Bol shouted.

"The International Wizarding Confidentiality Agreement is no longer suitable for this new era. You are still not willing to wake up, and you still want to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich. If I am guilty, it is also the crime of exposing the truth, but I will never endorse the confidentiality agreement! "

In the venue, the noise from all sides became more and more intense.

It was so intense that the president of the Congress struck the gavel several times in a row, before it calmed down.

"The non-disclosure agreement has been signed for more than 300 years. It is the only regulation to maintain the stability and order of the magical world!" The president of the Congress suppressed the anger in his tone: "If it weren't for it, we would have perished because of the mutilation of No-Maji!"

"Haha!" Bohr sneered, not to be outdone: "Mr. President, isn't it too ridiculous for you to compare modern times with 300 years ago, this is a brand new era, when No-Majes landed on the moon, they have already Look up at the stars and walk far ahead of us!"

"The persecution of wizards by No-Maji in the past was because wizards possessed power that No-Maji did not understand!"

Bol almost roared and said, "But now, the two sides have been reversed. The No-Majes have powers that we don't understand. Do you really think they will care about us?"

"Have you really understood No-Maji?"

"Do you know what a spaceship is, who Armstrong is, and the landscape beyond Earth?" Bohr no longer roared at the President of Congress, but turned to everyone in the auditorium.

"You don't know anything, and you are still immersed in the past! If the wizards are not willing to stand up, fight for their rights, and integrate with the No-Maj, we will eventually be abandoned!"

The venue was silent.

Bohr's voice was hoarse from a roar, and he finally looked at the president of Congress, who was too shocked to speak, and smiled.

"All we can do is wake you up!" He slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice, "The president still wants to arrest us, please feel free. I will watch the magical world completely collapse in Miktland."

The President of the Congress was in a trance,

Anger, shock, sympathy, approval, fear.

Various complex emotions were intertwined in his heart, and the raised gavel could not be knocked down.

The wizard standing upright in the dock is like Bruno who was sent to the stake. He represents the truth, while the wizards in the crowd have become ignorant people who rebel against the truth.

Newt and Tina unconsciously held hands and focused on Bol.

The other party's speech was deafening and lingering in his mind.

"I agree with Mr. Trick!" In the auditorium, someone suddenly stood up and shouted: "It is no longer the Middle Ages, and No-Maj is no longer an ignorant mortal, and wizards strive for the right to live in the sun. Don't be abandoned by the times!"

If there is a first person, there is a second person.

"The Deathly Hallows Society did not conflict with us when they were arrested. They are sincerely seeking benefits for the wizarding community, not those hypocritical careerists!"

"It's time for the wizard to stand up!"

There was not only one speech in the venue.