I’m Really An Alchemist

Everyone at the station felt pity.

The Imperial Humanoid Legion is the proud work of the chief scientist of the Empire, Dr. Gros. It can transform an ordinary person into a monster with unlimited energy. The current emperor is already implementing a policy of humanoid transformation.

As long as a few breakthroughs are made, artificial human transformation will be as popular around the world as plastic surgery.

At that time, all human beings can be transformed into artificial humans with long life, infinite energy and even eternal youth. This is something that no one can refuse.

Son Gohan looked at the picture playing on the TV.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen these six strange people in coats.

But before he could think about it, the high-speed train entered the station.

Sun Wufan took the high-speed train and headed westward. He crossed the western grassland and saw the endless prairie. On the grassland, he drank and ate meat with the simple herdsmen. He took the green train and climbed the highest plateau on earth.

Along the way, he made many new friends.

Saw a lot of new things.

Sun Wuhan didn't hide it either. He told his friends about the purpose of his trip. Some were surprised, some questioned, but most of them gave him sincere blessings.

The friends I met on the way have passed by and come again.

Son Gohan doesn't know whether he is pursuing his dream or pursuing redemption.

During the long journey, Son Gohan gradually let go of his paranoia, but he still moved towards the west, just wanting to give up freely after there is no hope at all.

finally.

He came to the westernmost city on the mainland.

The boundless ocean was rippling under the setting sun. Sun Wufan looked at this golden sea, stunned for a long time, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What exactly am I chasing!"

He took out the ferry ticket that he held tightly in his palm.

This time, he put down the thoughts in his heart and glanced at the sea with a little regret, the ticket in his hand drifted away with the wind.

Snapped!

The ticket went along the wind, swirled on the sea cliff, and gently landed in someone's palm.

It was a young man in commoner straw sandals looking out at the sea. He looked at the ferry ticket that fell into his palm, and walked towards Son Gohan.

"continue!"

The youth said: "You have persevered here, why don't you keep going?"

Sun Wuhan was a little dazed. He looked at this strange young man, but was moved by the power of the other party's words.

He took the crumpled ticket.

Nodding to the young man, he strode towards the cruise ship.

After a long and boring journey, Sun Gohan finally set foot on the Eastern Continent. In this seaside city with a different style from the Western Continent, he happily sat on the bench in the square, leisurely and happily watching the clouds drifting across the sky. .

"The so-called gods are actually people who live freely."

Sun Wufan said with satisfaction: "The original intention of the pursuit is not the purpose, but the mood of the journey. I let go of my attachment to the immortals, and then I realized that the immortals live in my heart."

The young man who was sitting next to him at some point showed a satisfied smile.

"My name is Sun Wufan, are you an immortal?"

"That's right!"

"Do I need to kowtow to your teacher?"

"You just realized that as long as you live comfortably, everyone is an immortal. If you live comfortably, why do you need to kowtow to your teacher?"

The young man looked up at the clouds.

"There is a relationship between master and apprentice. If you want, you can become my close disciple."

Sun Wufan tilted his head and said, "So, which immortal are you?"

The young man paused and smiled slightly.

"You can call me - Turtle Immortal!"

Ai Ji 574.

Sun Wufan apprenticed to Immortal Turtle, whose Taoist name was Jinchan.

Chapter 357 Pianist Ivan (please subscribe!)

December 24, 1990.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry held a lively Christmas party as usual.

After defeating the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, known as the greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore returned to the principal's office after the party.

The good mood of Christmas Eve was disturbed by the woman who broke in.

"Professor, I can understand the idea of ​​you wanting to dance with me." Dumbledore joked casually: "But you should invite me at the dance, not in my office after the end."

The woman who broke in had tousled hair, a prominent forehead, and large black-rimmed glasses.

Divination professor Sybill Trelawney is a teacher not many students like.

Whether it's her rambunctious style in the class, or her lack of wit and grace from other teachers, the divination class has never become a required course.

"The Star of Destiny has shifted..." Sybil approached Dumbledore nervously, a strong smell of sherry cooking wine rushed into the white wizard's nose, "The person with the power of the black devil , divided into seven.... He will die on the night when the full moon rises."

"Professor Trelawney!"

Dumbledore's face darkened.

He remembered such a prophecy, before the savior Harry Potter was born.

The Trelawney family, who has the blood of prophets, will clearly describe their fate at a special moment and under a special situation.

No one can resist fate!

"The world is like a swaying ship, sailing on the dark sea..." Sybil screamed: "The gods are crying, the demons are crying, and we have brought the end!"

The divination professor was crying and laughing wildly.

The comatose prophet was sent to the school hospital, and the white wizard sat back on the chair heavily.

He took out the school roster from the drawer, turned to a familiar page, and found the name in the sixth row and fourth column—Harry Potter.

The savior destined by fate will enter school in September next year, and according to the trajectory of fate, will become the mortal enemy of the second Dark Lord.

"The Star of Destiny Offset..."

Trelawney's new prophecy gave the Headmaster of Hogwarts a very bad feeling.

Dumbledore's face was solemn. He closed the colonel's roster and looked out the window into the dark night.

at the same time.

On the streets of London to celebrate Christmas, an Asian boy walked out of the dark and deep alley. Wearing a woolen coat, with his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly to the store.

"Baiban is born again!"

Zhou Qi walked into the store and exchanged his own gold coins for three hundred pounds from the boss.

He looked at the reflection in the glass window and sighed softly.

Choosing the Harry Potter world is a common idea of ​​the previous generations, because the upper limit of magic in this world is high, and there are no gods in the world, so it is the most suitable for doing things.

The first few leaders have come to the end of the three paths of technology, force, and immortality.

The burden of magic is on him!

You can't practice martial arts, you can't cultivate immortals, and you're not allowed to climb the technology tree.

"Forget it, I'm used to it!"

Zhou Qi didn't want to complain about himself. He took three hundred pounds and walked on the streets of London, secretly testing the world's capacity.

Alchemy can be used.

The Moon Magic was rejected.

There is no so-called magic power in this world, and moon-shaped magic cannot be used. If Zhou Qi wants to use magic, he can only use alchemy to replace the earth's crustal energy to support the release of magic.

But before that, he had to install a few magic circuits on his whiteboard body.

Fuck the whiteboard start!

Zhou Qi still couldn't help but complain about himself.

Even if he possesses the supernatural ability of alchemy, he would not dare to contact the group of wizards who were persecuted and delusional. The Muggle Goods Department can see how serious their persecution paranoia is!

If you don't have a wizard blood, you can use magic, and the wizarding world may be turned upside down.

(In the eyes of wizards, any supernatural power is magic)

"Think of a reasonable reason to contact the magic world."

Zhou Qi walked leisurely on the street. He wasn't worried about his identity. There were at least thousands of ways to get a normal identity.

But Muggles are Muggles.

Even Squibs who can't cast magic but have wizard blood are not as good!

Suddenly, he paused in his footsteps and stopped at the bustling Christmas Square, where he was attracted by the large LED screen.

It was the Christmas concert of the London Philharmonic Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall.

The melodious and moving music flows quietly in the square.

Zhou Qi's eyes moved, and then a new idea came up. He smiled, hugged his coat tightly, quickly mixed into the crowd, and disappeared into the street.

half year later.

The Dursleys, who live at 4 Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surrey, are as noisy as ever.

"Harry! I tell you, today is Dudley's eleventh birthday, you'd better be honest with me!" The host Vernon Dursley adjusted his suit and tie, although in Harry Potter's eyes, the suit was worn on the uncle's It looks like a pig in plastic wrap.

"I can stay at home!" Harry Potter said.

On Dudley's birthdays, he would usually be sent to Mrs. Figg, two blocks away, in the cabbage-smelling room, listening to her and the cat's story.

And this time Mrs. Figg broke her leg.

Harry was out of fun, which meant that as long as his uncle's family went out, the whole house would be his paradise. He could watch his favorite TV shows or play Dudley's computer on this day.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Uncle Vernon approached Harry angrily: "Don't even think about it in front of my eyes!"

In the room, under the careful dressing of Aunt Penny, cousin Dudley in a small suit walked into the living room with a calm expression and said, "Why don't you go to the amusement park, you take me to the amusement park every time. !"

Uncle Vernon was very gentle towards his son.

"My baby!" He waved four concert tickets and said proudly: "This is the concert ticket I finally got. You can go to the amusement park anytime, but let the performers celebrate for you at the concert. Birthday, that's a rare experience!"

Dudley mumbled a few words, barely persuaded.

Most importantly, being able to spend your birthday at the Royal Concert Hall is something to brag about with your friends!

"But I don't want to go to the concert hall."

Harry whispered, but no one cared.

These tickets for the Royal Concert Hall were carefully collected in Vernon's bag. His idea was not as simple as celebrating his son's birthday.

Famous Asian musician, known as the youngest hall-level pianist, honorary lecturer of the Royal Academy of Music - Kai Zhou ended his European music tour and returned to London with a concert for the general public. Celebrate yourself with a Grammy.

As a middle-class Dursley family, they all want to be in the upper class.

Now I am fortunate enough to get a few tickets. If I use the topic of music to make some influential friends, it will be of great help to my career.

Although I don't want to bring my nephew on such an occasion.

But Vernon had no other choice. He didn't want to leave Harry Potter at home alone, and he had to keep an eye on him.

After many warnings.

The Dursleys drove to the Royal Concert Hall.