I’m Really An Alchemist

After the Voldemort incident, it was the semester exam.

The exams that minor wizards have to take at the end of the fifth and seventh grade semesters are the Ordinary Wizarding Exam (O·W·L) and the Ultimate Wizarding Test (N.E.W.T). .

Of course, Zhou Qi's music class has not been included in the wizarding exam, but since he is a professor at Hogwarts, he naturally has a music test at the end of the semester.

A strict musician divides the test into two parts: music theory knowledge and music performance. In his words, an excellent musician teaches by hand for a year, and a pig can hold a solo recital in a concert hall.

Music class became a nightmare test.

The underage wizard who took this course can't wait to use the time converter to go back to a year ago and hammer the self curious about music.

PS: Thanks to Saint Laurent for the spicy strips

The status has been restored, and I will continue to update 8,000 words every day. I put the second volume in the group file, and the group number is in the introduction and book review area.

I just hope it doesn't affect me

By the way, I changed a new profile, is it very high-profile (嚚se)

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Section 384 Chapter 26 End of the School Year (For Subscription)

The Hogwarts Great Hall furnished as a concert hall.

The wizards, who had finished their exams but had not yet had a vacation, walked into the dimly lit concert hall curiously and excitedly. The spotlight was focused on the stage, surrounded by comfortable soft chairs.

Draco Malfoy, with his valet, watched the crowd gather towards the auditorium.

"What's interesting there?"

he asked Chubby Goyle.

Gower looked a little embarrassed, and said carefully: "Today is the Muggle musician's final exam for Harry Potter and the others. They have a solo performance in the auditorium, and they have also invited the teachers and students of the whole school."

Draco Malfoy's expression suddenly fell.

The corners of his mouth traced disdain, and he said sarcastically, "Harry Potter and Muggle musicians are really a ridiculous combination. Let's go and see what kind of boring tricks they will play!"

The three also followed the flow of people and walked into the dim concert hall.

As soon as he entered the door, the surrounding noises subsided, and the hall was casted with sound insulation magic.

Draco also saw the Hogwarts professors sitting in the front row, headed by the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, followed by the four Deans, and then the professors of other subjects.

"Why is Professor Snape here?" Draco's eyes widened, he never believed that Snape, who didn't look good on Harry Potter, would come to the concert.

Look left and right.

Only to find out that even Slytherin has most of the students sitting in the concert hall.

Hmph, they are all a bunch of traitors!

Draco thought indignantly, since there are professors here, he can't cause trouble for Harry Potter, so he can only raise his head arrogantly, and find a seat with the best view with his valet.

snort—

As soon as he sat down, a transparent soul emerged from behind him, the ghost of Gryffindor - Nick who was almost headless.

Nick said in a low voice dissatisfied, "Hey, there's already someone here... er, there's a ghost!"

Only then did Draco realize that not only did the concert invite people, but even some of the ghosts in the academy had also invited over.

"What are you listening to when you're already dead?!"

Draco Malfoy muttered, but he couldn't argue with the ghost, so he could only change positions with a resentful valet.

Gradually, the auditorium was filled with people,

The door behind him slowly closed, and the light concentrated on the stage, where a grand upright piano was placed.

Backstage, Harry Potter was wearing a small dress, and Ron Weasley was wearing a somewhat large dress prepared by his brother, and grabbed Harry's hand in a panic.

"What should I do, I'm the first to play! I, I have never been watched by so many people!"

Harry reassured: "Ron, believe in yourself, just keep playing as usual!"

Little Hermione, who was wearing a cake dress, grabbed the corner of her shirt anxiously, but comforted her friend.

With encouragement, Ron took a deep breath and walked slowly from the backstage to the center of the stage. Because he was too nervous, he almost fell while walking up the stairs.

The auditorium suddenly became a sea of ​​joy.

"Weasley is our king, hey, Weasley is our king!"

The Weasley twins, who are not too serious, screamed from below.

Ron's face turned into a monkey's butt. He wanted to escape, but saw Professor Ivan cast a serious look in the first row of the seat.

"I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous."

Ron thought to himself, isn't it just for this time that he has been learning the piano for a year?

He is a little transparent, not as smart as Hermione, nor as Harry's in Quidditch, but when he first came into contact with music, he felt that kind of spiritual shock, and he was able to show his heroic appearance in front of so many people. , isn't this what he has always dreamed of?

Ron sat on the piano bench.

His trembling hands rested on the black and white keys and pressed the first vibrato.

The jerky music became smoother and smoother in the performance. The little red-haired boy found the feeling of learning music in the past. He integrated all his experiences, adventures and experiences over the past year into the music.

The moving melodies are combined with each other in his palm, superimposed, and chased melodiously.

"This is Canon."

Dumbledore smiled contentedly.

The musician watched the performance earnestly and said, "Canon is a musical genre and a skill in piano performance. Everyone can play different canons according to their own ideas."

"I think this is a song that is very suitable for performance and also suitable for testing results."

Dumbledore looked at Ron who was sinking into the performance, and the students behind him also restrained their laughter and indulged in the music.

He said with emotion: "You are right, Professor Ivan, the most correct thing I have done is to invite you to teach at Hogwarts."

Zhou Qi was noncommittal.

If the old rabbit knew what he was doing secretly, I don't know if he still had such thoughts.

Ron's performance ended in the lingering sound.

The lights suddenly turned on, and the hall was silent for a moment, followed by thunderous applause.

Ron was at a loss, but his eyes were reddish with emotion. He bowed to the audience, stepped down excitedly, and replaced him with another person.

Twenty-three students, twenty-three different cannons playing.

Harry and Hermione didn't overturn either, and successfully completed their first performance in their lives.

These wizards discovered that there is music in the world, which transcends national boundaries and languages, and the little wizards who finished the performance felt the power of music even more.

No need to wave a wand, no need to chant a spell.

It can also make people addicted, the power to make oneself addicted.

They will always remember this day, and this feeling will be deeply engraved in their souls.

The music performance was over, and the Hogwarts school year was finally over. During the two-month summer vacation, all students except the professor had to go home, and there was no possibility of staying at school.

In this year's Academy Cup, Gryffindor won first, and Hufflepuff was second.

Slytherin, who dominated the Academy Cup in previous years, became the bottom this year.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff cheered, and they threw Harry Potter and Moore Arnold into the air, ignoring Slytherin's embarrassed expressions.

Finally, the school year is over.

Everyone packed up and saluted, left the school one after another, and took the Thestral carriage to Hodemog Village.

Zhou Qi is also packing up his belongings. He did not apply for a professor to stay in school. This time he returned to London to sort out his income.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, during my one year at Hogwarts, I have seen courage, friendship and magic. I have collected a lot of musical inspiration. I plan to hold a tour during the summer vacation. I hope you can participate."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled gently.

"Of course, I will definitely participate."

Zhou Qi also invited other professors. Basically, all the professors had a good impression of Muggle musicians during their one-year relationship. Only Professor Snape remained dissent and was not too cold. Under the persuasion of Lido and Minerva McGonagall, they reluctantly accepted the invitation.

Zhou Qi also intends to invite people from the magical world, including the Minister of Magic and the Weasley family, etc. He will prepare a grand magic concert.

With magic-themed music, the audience in the audience are all wizards.

What an interesting scene again.

The trio and Harry took the steam train back to London. After saying goodbye one after another, Zhou Qi took the car driven by the driver and returned home.

.....

Birmingham.

in an apartment.

The dark wizard Dubois slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of confusion.

"Does meditation still have problems with adaptability?"

He propped himself up, got up from the soft cushion, and put away the meditation hexagram hanging on the wall.

The experience of meditation is quite mysterious, as if the mind has been transformed. When you visualize the hexagram, light blue lines will appear in your mind, and the strokes will form a hexagram pattern. When the pattern is clearly visible, you will be kicked out of meditation. state.

And the spiritual power will be improved accordingly.

Meditation will have different effects according to the characteristics of each person.... The best effect is the underworld youth Tommy Nix, the time he can meditate every day and the rate of spiritual growth are not on the same level as others. superior.

Even when the dark wizard visualizes the hexagram, his spiritual power grows extremely slowly.

Different people need different meditation methods?

When the dark wizard thought about it, the meditation hexagram he created was a brand-new hexagram that combined the knowledge of mysticism. In essence, it was the product of mathematical laws combined with mysticism. Lines, colors, and light were all reasonably matched, and contained mathematical laws.

He has mastered the tricks of meditation and knows how to improve his spiritual power.

Creating other meditation diagrams is naturally a no-brainer.

It should be said that the consideration now is not to improve spiritual power, but to get rid of the casting materials.

The dark wizard rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

You can't always rely on spellcasting materials to use magic. If all human beings are like this, how long can the materials in the magic world last?

When the ordinary magic materials are used up, will human beings set their sights on magical animals and wizards?

If you don't explore a feasible magic path, just relying on the step of spiritual power - spell casting material, will make the magic disappear completely. After all, the magic material still comes from magical creatures.

The dark wizard shook his head, took the seamless extension box from the bookcase, and walked leisurely into the jungle composed of devil vines.

As soon as I entered, I saw Tommy performing magic.

This blond young man was holding the tears of the murlocs, his expression was extremely excited, his spiritual power liberated the magic power of the tears of the murlocs, and in an instant, a ball of water the size of a fist was condensed in the jungle, and he obeyed his will and turned into a bird.

He can already use magic materials to unleash this kind of lethal magic.

But soon, he withdrew his mental power, and the water polo hit the ground and was quickly absorbed by the vines.

The blond youth was pale, but raised his head proudly, enjoying the jealous gazes of others.

"Owner!"

Tommy immediately rushed over excitedly when he saw Dubois walking down the stairs.

"Yes, you have mastered the tricks of magic." Dubois exclaimed, "You should be considered an apprentice-level wizard now."

This is the level that black wizards make up at random.

The blond young man was so excited that he was about to go to the sky, and the other people's teeth were sore from jealousy, and they all sank into a state of meditation, for fear that they would fall behind.

Apprentice-level wizard, what a beautiful name this is.

Even if I exchange it for the gangster godfather, I don't want to!

Tommy thought excitedly.