I’m Really An Alchemist

"Did it come down?!"

Not only Quirrell, but even Voldemort in the scarf widened his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, thank you for your books." The musician said sincerely: "I have learned a lot here, and they have inspired me a lot of music, even if Muggles can't use the magic above."

Quirrell was in a trance, not even knowing when the musician left.

His face darkened instantly.

The furious roar of the Earth Demon resounded in his head.

"Damn, despicable, disgusting Muggle!"

Voldemort finally felt a sense of humiliation that he had been tricked, and he tortured Quirrell's hearing with a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Quirro, on Halloween, release your troll and smash his head!"

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The long-awaited Halloween has finally arrived.

Hogwarts ushered in a sea of ​​joy, not only a day off, but also a Halloween meal provided by the house-elves.

The four academies will all gather in the auditorium and have a meal together.

Before that, you can also enjoy the performance of international piano masters.

"This is an opportunity to test your spell level." Zhou Qitian said shamelessly: "It's just carrying a piano, you have to be careful, if you accidentally smash it, the performance will be over."

The student who was drawn to be a strong man rolled his eyes.

These are all senior students, and the freshman's mastery of the floating spell is not enough to lift a 600kg performance-grade grand piano.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The seniors waved their wands and chanted incantations softly.

The piano in the classroom was floating, and the students were shaking with their wands and arms. Obviously, lifting such a heavy object was also a burden for them.

"Hey, are you going to carry the piano to the auditorium?"

The Weasley twins, who had always been restless at school, happened to pass by. They greeted Zhou Qi cheerfully, and then walked in front of these students, swaying their bodies, turning back and laughing from time to time.

Speaking of which, the Marauder's Map is still in the hands of the twins.

Zhou Qi originally wanted to get the map, but after thinking about it, he had no choice but to find that even opening the map requires a wand to cast spells, so he gave up.

"Professor Ivan!"

As he turned the corner, Professor Quirrell stopped him.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's attitude is still enthusiastic, as if he is happy because of the festive atmosphere.

"I'm looking forward to your performance!"

"Thank you." Zhou Qi politely thanked him.

Quirrell said excitedly, "I suggested to Dumbledore that the Skull Band accompany your performance, but I didn't get permission... Do you think that having the skeletons to accompany the piano fits the Halloween atmosphere!"

The Skull Band is one of the magical species at Hogwarts.

It was a group of skeletons who were proficient in percussion and playing.

Let the skeleton to accompany the accompaniment... The ghost idea, Zhou Qi of course saw Quirrell's malicious intentions, but the musicians would not let go of anything related to music, as expected, after Quirrell proposed.

The musician looked interested.

"Skull Band, this is really a genius idea!"

Quirrell said regretfully, "There's no time now, we can only wait for Halloween next year."

The musician thought for a while, and then called a third-year student, and then said, "Don't wait for next year, I will let them move the piano to the auditorium. I will invite these bands now. This time will definitely be an unforgettable performance!"

The musician took the third-year students who were passing by eating melons and strode towards Hogwarts Castle.

Quirrell looked at his back, blinked dazedly, and focused on the reluctant student, a haze flashed in his eyes.

"Professor Ivan, I have to go to the auditorium!"

"Which college are you from?"

"Hufflepuff, what's wrong?"

"Come with me and give you ten points."

The Hufflepuff third-year student suddenly shouted excitedly, immediately forgot his reluctance, took out his wand and guarded it in front of the Muggle musician vigilantly.

Quirrell followed slowly.

He and Voldemort are already mad, NMD, can you still play like this, do you want to be so cowardly?

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Chapter 372 Chapter 14 Monster Attack (Subscribe)

The Skull Band is on the basement level of the castle.

As undead creatures, they like cold and dark environments, located next door to the potions classroom.

The third-year Hufflepuffs hummed brisk songs and walked happily on the dimly lit floor. The basement floor was the floor shared by Hufflepuff and Slytherin. There were two common rooms here.

But the Slytherin common room is under Black Lake, and the Hufflepuff lounge is near the kitchen.

"The ultimate fluorescent flash."

Moore-Arnold waved his wand, pure white light illuminated the dim environment, he said to the musician beside him: "Professor Ivan, let's hurry up, this is the Slytherin area, I can I don't want to be caught by Professor Snape!"

Most of the students have already reached the auditorium, and the basement floor is empty.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, I can't join Halloween."

Strange singing came from the dark classroom.

Moore approached with a glowing wand, and several skeletons were downcast, beating gongs and drums and singing self-composed songs.

When the light shines.

The skeletons stopped singing, Sen Bai's head looked over, and there was a faint flame in the dark eye sockets.

This is a scene in horror movies that doesn't need special effects. The students at Hogwarts have long been used to it, and they have even seen more incredible lives.

"Professor Ivan, why are you here?"

Skull saw the musician and was full of taste: "Aren't you going to perform in the auditorium?"

Zhou Qi is quite familiar with these skeletons.

To be precise, he is very familiar with every magical life in the castle. These are the research projects he has been looking forward to for a long time.

"Gentlemen."

Zhou Qi clapped his palms and said with a smile, "Professor Quirrell put forward a very interesting idea, how can you be absent from the Halloween concert, I hope you can join my concert."

The sadness and sadness of the skeletons were swept away.

They cheered.

Puff puff puff!

The long-extinguished torches on the walls emitted a warm orange light. These undead creatures that hated light, in order to express their gratitude and joy, even left their living habits behind.

They were carrying cellos and violins and were going to the auditorium with Zhou Qi.

"Where's Professor Quirrell?"

When Moore turned back, he found that there was one person missing from the team.

Zhou Qi said indifferently: "Maybe he got separated. When I went down the stairs, I didn't see him."

This is also to fool a child.

Of course he knew where Quirrell was, the professor parasitized by the Dark Lord, gnashing his teeth and hiding in the dark, peeping at himself.

Unfortunately, his malicious gaze could not escape the alchemist's induction.

"Master, the troll was released by me, but there are Hufflepuff students around the Muggle..."

Quirrell stared at the back of the group of people leaving, his face gloomy as if it was about to condense.

If it was only a Muggle, he would definitely not be able to fight trolls.

But if you add a third-year student, maybe it's a magical creature like a troll. It has always been a large single-celled cell. With a little bit of magic, you can play it around.

Voldemort's grim laughter echoed in Quirrell's mind.

"Of course, ordinary trolls can't deal with mudblood wizards, but what about trolls that drink violent potions?"

Quirrell's expression changed.

He stammered: "Lord, Master, do you want to kill the students as well?"

Voldemort said meaningfully: "Just a Mudblood, Quirrell, remember who you are."

Quirrell pursed his lips, but didn't dare to say anything. He looked deeply at the light of the wand, turned and stepped into the darkness.

With a crazy troll pulling his attention, no one should pay attention to his small movements, and the chance of success in stealing the Philosopher's Stone will be much higher... Quirrell can only comfort himself like this.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Walking out of the ground floor, Moore-Arnold walked in front of the darkness with his wand in his hand. His ears moved and he heard dull footsteps.

And a heavy breath.

"Professor Ivan!" Moore clenched his wand and pursed his lips with a strange expression: "Did you hear anything?"

Of course Zhou Qi heard it. Not only did he hear it, but the species that made the dull sound had already accelerated its pace and came towards this side.

Moore felt a stench of wind coming towards him.

The light of the wand shone into the darkness, and in the eerie and tall passage, a huge silhouette was looming, and the chaotic snoring and screaming were vaguely heard in his ears, and Muir felt uneasy in his heart.

"Raging fire!"

He shouted loudly, the magic power surged, the surrounding heat was steaming, and the torches in the promenade were lit one by one.

Brightness appeared.

Moore finally saw the true face of the other party. It was a monster with pale gray skin, red eyes, and a height of at least 12 feet. This monster stretched out its giant hand and covered it in front of him, and was stabbed in the eyes by the sudden light.

And on its right hand, it also holds a huge stone hammer.

"Monster!"

Moore screamed in horror.

He did a good job in the protection of magical animals. He recognized the real body of the monster at first sight. Trolls are divided into mountain monsters, water monsters and forest monsters. Among them, the mountain monsters are the largest.

Powerful and extremely stupid, it is synonymous with trolls.

But the monster in front of him completely exceeded Moore's understanding. This supposedly stupid monster, with red eyes, slammed into it like a chariot.

"Get out of the way!"

Moore subconsciously pushed the Muggle professor away, only to hear a loud noise, and the troll slammed into the stone wall.

The skeletons were too frightened to speak by this sudden situation.

"Professor Ivan, run away quickly, I'll stop it!"

The Hufflepuff third grader, his voice trembling with fear, his legs shaking like a sieve.

Ordinary Hogwarts students are not like the trio of deductions. They fight trolls in the first year, basilisks in the second year, and dementors in the third year. Most of the students have no magic battle experience at all.

But this little wizard with freckles was too scared, but he bravely faced his fears and stood in front of the Muggle professor.

Roar!