I’m Really An Alchemist

Quirrell rolled to the ground, narrowly avoiding the bird's attack.

These birds smashed the ground one hole after another.

He endured the pain and grabbed the wand with his intact left hand.

Dean of Hufflepuff Pomona also came here, and Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw also rushed over. The four deans of Hogwarts were all concentrated in the basement, and there were people behind them who supported Ron. Hermione, worried and terrified Moore-Arnold.

"Voldemort!"

The professors recognized Quirrell's face on the back of his head and nervously guarded him in front of the students, with four wands surrounding Quirrell.

"It's a shame you still recognize me."

Voldemort said with hatred, "It's such a pity, you came a step late, I have already got the Philosopher's Stone!"

Everyone's faces changed in shock.

Quirrell raised his wand sharply. The pure and scorching white light was like the sun that suddenly appeared in the dark night. In this white light, the professors closed their eyes subconsciously, and the rays of the wand shot towards the light source.

Bang bang bang bang!

The ray of the wand hit the ground, and the gravel splashed.

After the light dissipated, Quirrell disappeared, and there were still severed fingers on the ground.

"Block Hogwarts, he must not be allowed to leave!" Professor McGonagall gave an order with a solemn expression.

But there was a hint of worry in her eyes. Voldemort was the best student at Hogwarts. Maybe he knew about the secret passage from Hogwarts to the outside world.

He also got the Philosopher's Stone.

Is Voldemort really coming back?

Professor McGonagall pondered with fear, her whole body went cold, and she saw Snape's expression of fear as well.

For a while, the professors were clouded with a haze, and the news of the Dark Lord's rebirth was a nightmare for the entire British Isles.

.....

After hearing the news, Dumbledore didn't care about chasing the dark wizard, and quickly returned to Hogwarts.

If Voldemort is really resurrected, the danger is far higher than other things. Dumbledore can't imagine the situation where the Dark Lord will be resurrected before the savior has grown up.

"Why did this happen when I was away for a few days?!"

Dumbledore lost his patience and restraint, and his voice contained anger.

Professor McGonagall explained: "We received a letter from Professor Ivan, who was fascinated by Voldemort's Imperius Curse and could only use willpower to write a letter for help. Fortunately, we arrived just in time to save him. Harry and them."

Dumbledore also noticed the change in his mentality. He slowly calmed down and took Professor McGonagall to the school hospital.

in the school hospital.

Professor Ivan was lying on the hospital bed and had already woken up. The head of the bed was full of gifts from the students. When Dumbledore arrived, the Muggle musician was blowing magic bubble gum. When he saw the serious-looking headmaster, he suddenly Squeeze out an embarrassed expression.

"Principal, I'm really sorry."

Dumbledore shook his head and asked Head Nurse Bobby Pomfrey.

"Professor Ivan's spell effect has been eliminated. Fortunately, except for some mental confusion, he has no other injuries, but I suggest that he be hospitalized for observation for a period of time."

Bobby Pomfrey calmly told Professor Ivan's situation.

Dumbledore nodded gratefully and came to the musician, only to feel a headache.

He didn't expect Quirrell to use the Imperius Curse to confuse a Muggle. If it was other professors in the college, they would have taken precautions, but Professor Ivan on the hospital bed was the only exception.

But what can he say, what can he accuse?

Not to mention that when Professor Ivan was still bewitched by the spell, he used his willpower to get out of control for a short time and wrote a letter for help, which didn't make things worse and troublesome.

"Professor Ivan, take a good rest." Dumbledore sighed in a low voice, "I'll give you a week's paid vacation."

Soothe the grateful musician.

The white wizard walked out of the school hospital full of worries, but saw Harry Potter, the little savior standing at the door, feeling guilty and sad.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry."

Harry Potter's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his head and said, "I gave the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort, I'm sorry."

Dumbledore stroked Harry's smooth black hair and whispered: "No, Harry! You are doing the right thing, the Philosopher's Stone has absolutely no life, and you are willing to fight for the one you love. This is very brave. the behavior of."

"As for Voldemort..."

The white wizard suddenly paused.

His words suddenly changed and he asked, "Are you saying that you took out the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised in order to save Professor Ivan?"

Harry didn't know why, so he could only nod his head timidly.

The white wizard frowned, he pursed his lips, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Then, Dumbledore went to the basement alone.

There were still traces of battle in the empty basement. The rubble was scattered, and the Mirror of Erised stood in the center. Dumbledore quickly walked to the Mirror of Erised, took out his wand, and released the magic protection.

The familiar magic stone slowly emerged from the mirror surface.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand cautiously and confusedly, and took the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. When Harry said that he took out the Philosopher's Stone for Professor Ivan, the White Wizard noticed something strange.

The magic he cast on the Mirror of Erised is that anyone who needs the Philosopher's Stone can't get it.

It is also a need to need the Philosopher's Stone in order to save others.

It was impossible for Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

Dumbledore looked at the dark red Sorcerer's Stone in his palm, feeling horrified and his scalp numb.

What exactly was the Philosopher's Stone that Voldemort took away?

PS: Thank you Qianfan for the blades and spicy strips

Only 2,000 words.... I've been doing high-intensity updates in the past few days, my fingers are burning, I need to rest

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Chapter 382 Chapter 24 Tom Riddle's Struggle

Zhou Qi enjoys his paid vacation with peace of mind.

Every day I lie on a hospital bed in the school hospital, food is delivered by house-elf, and students in music class often come to visit me.

There was also an apple peeled by little Hermione, and little Harry and little Ron talked about the recent interesting things in school to relieve his boredom.

What Defense Against the Dark Arts class was temporarily led by Dumbledore.

Why did the Weasley brothers blow up the bathroom this time.

Except for being unfree, being followed by Head Nurse Bobby Pomfrey at all times, and being unable to leave the school hospital, everything was so leisurely, Zhou Qi simply enjoyed his rare leisure time.

He was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the white ceiling, listening to Harry and Ron laughing in his ears.

Decisively turn on the energy-saving mode.

Now is not the time for vacation, and there are still various things to do. Zhou Qi felt that he was working hard, so he transferred most of his energy to the dark wizard clone.

Abandoned factory somewhere in Birmingham.

Dubois leaned behind the rusted industrial machine, his face strangely pale.

"Dumbledore's old rabbit is really cruel!"

The dark wizard cursed in a low voice.

He felt the injury of his body and shook his head helplessly. Not only was his magic power depleted, he even broke two ribs. He had never learned healing magic, which was the exclusive domain of St. Mungo's Hospital.

The dark wizard could only rely on his own medical skills and did not make the injury worse.

Fortunately, what happened at Hogwarts, let this old rabbit go back, otherwise the dark wizard will really fall once, and the body that he finally got cannot be locked in Azkaban. .

Dubois supported the wall and stood up enduring the pain.

For such an injury, if you don't need magic treatment, you have to stay in the hospital for a period of time.... Damn, the main body is pretending to be sick, but the clone is really going to be hospitalized, but the Ministry of Magic must have put eyeliner in the hospital, he ran to the hospital , is self-injection.

In this state, there is no way to deal with Aurors.

The loss of magic power is also too serious... The magic power of the wizard can only rely on adequate rest to recover by himself.

scoff-

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground appeared outside the factory.

Dubois quickly retreated into the shadows, his face uncertain, did those Aurors find this place so quickly?

Impossible, I have not used magic, they should not be able to find my trace.

Dubois clenched his wand and suppressed his breathing and heartbeat.

squeak-

The gate that had been in disrepair opened with the screeching sound of the revolving shaft, and the light of several strong light bulbs swayed around in the dark factory.

"nobody."

said a young male voice.

Then the doors were all pushed open, and a large number of footsteps appeared in the silent factory. Someone lifted the generator down, installed a temporary spotlight, and with a click, the dark abandoned factory was illuminated.

Dubois shrank in a shadowy corner, and he quietly peered through the gaps in the industrial machinery.

Where the lights were concentrated, seven or eight were strong and fierce, like men who had just come out of prison. All of them had short-sleeved heads, square hats, and the same tattoos on their biceps. These men stood in the middle of a blond youth. behind.

This blond young man was different. He was sitting on a single sofa chair, squinting and drinking red wine with a smile on his face.

"British gangsters?"

Dubois laughed silently.

I don't know if I am lucky or lucky, but I bumped into the gang's trading scene. It seems that it is either a drug or an arms trade.

Birmingham's gang organization, in the current era... It should be the era of **** gangster family rule.

This gangster family likes to put razor blades on the brim of their hats. When the gang fights, they take off the blade and cut the throat of the enemy. It is a gang organization that existed in Birmingham after World War II.

Dubois narrowed his eyes and watched these gangsters with the mentality of sizing up experimental objects.

Not long after.

Another group of forces also arrived at the factory.

"Tommy, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Another group of people carried silver-white boxes and swaggered into the factory, and the man at the head came forward happily and hugged the blond youth.

"Uncle Duck, I also traded with you last month."

The blond youth spread his hands helplessly.

The man laughed and didn't feel embarrassed at all. The two of them didn't talk much. One of them stepped forward and opened the silver-white box, which contained bags of brown single crystals.

Someone walked over behind the blond youth, discerned the color, and nodded to the blond youth.

"The purity of this batch is very high. I hope the price can be raised a little bit. I also have many brothers and sisters who want to eat and buy new ones!"

"Uncle Duck, we can do business for a long time at this price, don't let your nephew be embarrassed!"

The man shrugged and said, "You know, I don't know what happened in Birmingham these two days. There are police patrols and inspections at all traffic intersections. I want to bring this shipment in, but it takes a lot of time."

The blond youth pondered for a moment. He had also heard about the recent events in Birmingham.

It's just that the specific situation, even the elders of his family are vague, as if it involves some kind of taboo topic.

"Don't embarrass your nephew, uncle."

The blond young man quietly handed a check to the man, and said softly, "Even if these are the tea bills for you, the brothers behind you have worked hard all the way, and I'm ready for consumption and entertainment tonight."

The man showed a wretched smile.

"Tommy, among you Razor Gang, I like you the most. You are smart and wise. If you want to make progress in the future, you can come to me. I believe that with your talent, you can get better development wherever you are!"

The blond young Tommy smiled and didn't take these words seriously.