I’m Really An Alchemist

The two sides entered into a serious transaction.

Swap boxes.

After the transaction, the gang members on both sides breathed a sigh of relief, and the dignified atmosphere also dissipated.

They began to look forward to income and entertainment after the deal closed.

The two groups of people chatted happily, and when they were packing their belongings and preparing to leave, the solid earth flowed like mercury, and suddenly a gray-brown stone hand stretched out and grabbed everyone's ankles.

"what's the situation?!"

Everyone froze and almost fell. They turned around and looked at the stone hand under their feet, with a trace of confusion on their faces.

"Tommy?" The man stared at the stone hand at the ankle, looked at the blond young man solemnly, and said sharply, "What did you do?"

The blond young man, who has always been shrewd and cold, was also frightened by the unexpected situation.

How did he know what was going on!

"Don't guess, I did it."

An unfamiliar voice came from the container, and a red-haired youth in a black wizard robe looked down at them.

"Attack!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the blond youth and the man quickly pulled out their pistols. The gang members behind them took a half-step slow, but also pulled out their guns and aimed them at the strange young man on the container.

If the transaction site is seen by a third party, according to the rules, it must be silenced.

Bang bang bang bang!

Intensive gunshots sounded, tongues of flame spit, and bullets spun out.

A concrete wall suddenly rose, blocking the dark wizard, blocking all the bullets.

Everyone's faces changed in shock.

The gangsters, who have always been lawless and ignored by the police, have ever seen such supernatural powers, even the blond youth and men are horrified, and the power beyond imagination has given them a heavy blow.

Dubois stepped on the slide made of alchemy and landed lightly on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, blue arcs shot out. The firearms in the hands of the gangsters were twisted and deformed, exuding high temperature. These gangsters screamed and threw the weapons on the ground.

The weapon that emits high temperature turns into a pool of red molten iron.

The air smelled of scorching.

"Sir..." The blond youth resolutely agreed, "As long as you can let us live, you can take all the goods and money here!"

The man hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the hot molten iron on the ground, he still persuaded.

"Why do I want your things?"

Dubois approached slowly. The gang members of the Razor Gang only felt their scalps tingling, and a warm liquid flowed down. It was red blood, but what was even more frightening was the blades they put in the brim. It turned into silver-white molten iron, flowed down the blood, gathered into a pool on the ground, and shot into the palm of the black wizard, turning into a silver-white scalpel.

This terrifying method made everyone present completely lose the will to resist.

The blond young Tommy even lowered his head, not even having the courage to look at each other.

"You, what do you need... As long as I can get it, no, I can definitely get it for you!"

Dubois said indifferently: "I have to have an operation and can't go to the hospital."

Tommy immediately said, "I know a doctor with a good reputation. I can call him here. Please don't worry. He has been expelled from the hospital for taking chemical drugs from the hospital to make euthanasia drugs without authorization."

After getting permission, Tommy hurriedly called the doctor.

Not long after, I saw a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression and a strong chemical smell walking into the factory. The doctor who transformed the poisoner saw the situation in the factory and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Raquel!" The blond young Tommy waved to him quickly, explaining the operation in a very humble manner.

The doctor said: "Don't be kidding, where is the environment for surgery!"

His questioning voice just landed.

Seeing the abandoned industrial machines around, liquefying like ice cream in summer, quickly flowing on the ground, merging, and turning into an isolated transparent operating room.

"This this...."

The doctor didn't say a word for a while.

Tommy was accustomed to this kind of supernatural power, he secretly pushed the doctor and made a look, suggesting that he would do a little movement during the operation.

Even if this guy has strange powers, the operation is always limited by the doctor.

As long as you make a little movement during the operation, you might be able to take this person as your own power.

Tommy couldn't help but think about it.

But things were far beyond his comprehension.

The French youth with terrifying power was lying on the hospital bed. Instead of using anesthesia, he controlled the entire operation process. Instead, the doctor became the assistant who started the operation. In the calm voice of the black wizard, he adjusted his ribs step by step, stopped bleeding from his internal organs, and performed stitches. .

He didn't dare to make small moves at all.

Several silver-white scalpels were suspended behind him, aiming at his heart and brain. The doctor could hardly even hold the scalpels. He understood that as long as he did something extraordinary, the scalpels behind him would penetrate his heart.

The operation ends in bizarre circumstances.

The doctor resignedly wrapped a bandage on the dark wizard, and then silently stepped aside.

"That's it for now, the rest rely on the dragon veins to guide the body to heal."

Dubois put on a wizard's robe and approached the gang members leisurely.

Everyone lowered their heads in fear.

"Can we leave?" Tommy asked cautiously, "We promise to keep our mouth shut and not tell everything about tonight!"

Dubois pursed his lips, thoughtful.

Of course he didn't believe what these people said, the gang would keep their mouths shut, and the sows would climb trees.

Once they leave the factory, they will be visited by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic tomorrow to check the water meter, and then the routine operation of cleaning their memories. They will first wash their memories by themselves. Using magic will also attract Aurors.

The injury is not yet healed, and the dark wizard does not want to conflict with the Ministry of Magic.

"you...."

The dark wizard looked at the terrified gangster group with a deep look: "Want to learn magic?"

Before recovering from the injury, use these Muggles as experiments to explore the path of spiritual power magic!

.....

Albanian forest.

Accompanied by the slight explosion of the apparition, the former Hogwarts professor Quirrell appeared in the quiet forest,

"Master, we escaped!" Quirrell said happily.

Voldemort said, "Quirro, take out the Philosopher's Stone, and I will remember your contribution."

Quirrell obediently took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket.

"Niccol Mailer hid the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts, do you think I can't do it?" Voldemort looked at the crimson spar obsessively. He found an ancient rebirth magic from his own family.

Father's bone, enemy's blood, servant's flesh.

And using the magic stone, he can greatly reduce the rebirth time, and even use the magic stone to replace the rebirth ritual.

The Dark Lord will finally return!

"Master....Master..."

Quirrell's cowardly voice woke Voldemort from his sweet dream. At some point, the sky became more gloomy, as if the day had suddenly turned to evening.

"What's going on?" Voldemort looked at the gloomy sky with a strange tone.

Quirrell said, "Master, you've been staring at the Philosopher's Stone for three hours."

"Three hours?"

Voldemort couldn't hold back his shock.

I just glanced at it, and three hours have passed?

Quirrell couldn't possibly lie to me.

That is....

Voldemort suddenly ordered Quirrell to distance himself, and the crimson Sorcerer's Stone slammed on the pile of fallen leaves dully, flashing with a strange luster, followed by a levitation spell hitting the Sorcerer's Stone.

This crimson stone floated.

"What the **** is this!" Voldemort looked at the Philosopher's Stone from the corner of his eye, and felt terrified.

He could feel a strange attraction from this stone.

It's like the blood vessels are fused together.

Not only that, Voldemort, the master of black magic, could also perceive that the Philosopher's Stone contained a majestic vitality and a hidden curse. He absolutely did not believe that Nicole Mailer would use it to prolong his life.

"Damn Dumbledore!"

Voldemort realized that he had been overshadowed by the white wizard again, and an angry flame surged in his heart.

Quirrell said tremblingly, "Master, have we failed?"

"Failure... No, I didn't fail!"

The Dark Lord gritted his teeth, "This strange stone does have a majestic vitality, and it has a closer connection with me. I don't know how Dumbledore got it, but it has a fatal attraction to me."

"I can feel that I can directly resurrect with it!"

"There is no need to perform the ancient resurrection ceremony, now, at this time, you can be completely resurrected!"

Quirrell fell to his knees in surprise.

"Idiot!" Voldemort scolded the servant mercilessly: "If I use it to resurrect, I will fall into Dumbledore's trap completely, oh, there is a curse hidden in it, as long as I resurrect, my soul will be forever by Dumbledore Take control!"

Voldemort is worthy of being the second-generation Dark Lord. He suppressed the greed and desire in his heart and made Quirrell put away the Philosopher's Stone.

When I know that I can be resurrected completely, but I don't dare to resurrect, that feeling is like a thousand ants crawling in my heart.

But Voldemort, Tom Riddle has his own pride.

He believed that he could break the curse contained in this strange Philosopher's Stone, and Dumbledore's expectations were dashed.

"You'll regret sending it to me, Professor Dumbledore."

Voldemort and Quirrell lived in the Albanian forest. The Dark Lord would block his dignity, recall his learning spirit at Hogwarts, and devote himself to cracking the Sage's Stone.

PS: Thanks for the strongest blade of the evil king's true eyes

The hero academia volume has been completely offline, and I have dropped from one million words to 800,000 words

so tired

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Section 383 Chapter 25 Meditation (For Subscription)

"Tsk, it was indeed blocked."

The dark wizard looked at the airport from a distance through the glass of the taxi.

It seems normal, but there are magical fluctuations in the airport where people come and go.

Not only the airport, the wharf, the train station, and the expressway are all controlled by the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. Although they can't find Dubois in the big city with millions of people, they can block the transportation hub.

not only that.

In the city, there is also the collective contribution of gangsters and the government.

Extruding Dubois' living space from black and white.

The dark wizard leaned on the seat, patted the non-marking extension box on his leg, and shrugged helplessly. He could change his face and steal other people's passports and leave the city, but the non-marking extension box could not avoid inspection.

The Ministry of Magic already knew the power of Dark Wizard Transfiguration, but the focus of their inspections was on magic items.

"I don't know what happened, but every day there are interrogations by gang members."