I’m Really An Alchemist

Dubois can transform freely without the need for compound medicine, but if he wants to become another person from the inside out, instead of just changing his appearance, he needs the other party's cytokines.

This is the same as the requirements for compound medicines.

Hogwarts quickly entered the state after school started. The musician accepted more than 20 students this year. Among them, there were only four or five students in the first grade, and most of them were old students from other grades.

The performance in the auditorium last school year had a great impact on this group of students.

Many students are interested in music.

interest is the best teacher!

Zhou Qi could only add three more classes, teaching these more than 20 students separately from the previous 23 students. Immediately, the first-year freshmen left three more, and they made it clear that they came for Harry Potter. .

Can't take lessons with Harry Potter, so he dropped out of music class.

This includes Harry Potter's little brother, Colin Creevey.

.....

The basement where the Mirror of Erised was once placed was empty and silent.

The white wizard led the musician into the basement. He snapped his fingers crisply, the torches around him burned, and orange light illuminated the hall.

"No one will come here, Professor Ivan, please show the arcane magic you created!"

Dumbledore has been worrying about this a lot lately.

Even if Voldemort returned, he would not be so worried.

In the past few days of thinking, he had to admit that if the arcane system could be popularized, it would indeed be able to resolve the conflict between the nature of Muggles and wizards, although it would be a huge disturbance to promote a new magic system.

Zhou Qi walked to the center of the basement.

This empty basement can indeed cast magic very well. The Mirror of Erised was transferred to another place by Dumbledore, and the traces of the previous year's battle were also repaired by magic.

"The most fundamental difference between arcane and magic is that one is the energy of spiritual communication, and the other is the energy of blood mining."

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand a little, and as the magic surged, water mist rose up around him, and then condensed into a fist-sized water ball.

Dumbledore looked solemn.

No spells, no gestures, no wands.

Just feel the fluctuation of magic power and summon water balls. Is this arcane?

Spiritual power communicates energy to cast magic... Can magic still be used in this way?

"Can we learn arcane magic too?" Dumbledore asked.

Zhou Qi smiled and said: "Of course, anyone with spiritual power can learn arcane magic, and wizards have a much greater advantage than Muggles. You are born with magic power, and you don't even need to construct a conversion model."

"But the reason arcane is a new kind of magic is that it can be reconstructed according to self-knowledge."

Zhou used magic to draw a simple spell model in the void.

"This is the spell model of the stun spell, Professor Dumbledore, you should know how to cast the stun spell, in the absence of a wand."

Dumbledore looked at the geometric figures full of mathematical beauty. He put away his wand, stretched out his hands and made a gesture similar to the number '1', and said softly: "Stupefy."

The invisible magic hit out, and hit the spell model in the void accurately.

hum!

This spell model resonates brightly.

"Gestures, incantations are the way to solve the spell model." Zhou Qi explained softly, turning his fingers, and the fluorescent geometric figures in the void were dismantled and spread out step by step, turned from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, and then reassembled.

The combined spell model has become an unfamiliar figure.

"This is the stun spell I constructed based on my self-knowledge. In my cognitive world, there are various reasons for coma, psychological and physiological. The previous stun spells belonged to shock coma. Objects move, life loses consciousness."

"And the stun spell I created is a mental coma."

Zhou Qi asked Dumbledore to get ready. He didn't chant or make any gestures, he just raised his eyebrows and glanced at the white wizard.

Invisible magic waves swarmed.

Dumbledore grabbed his wand. Although he didn't think the ordinary stun spell would work on him, he still didn't dare to be careless, and always had a counter-curse ready to cancel the magical effect.

The magic power spread along his body, triggering the mechanism in his brain to control emotions. At this moment, Dumbledore felt unspeakable grief in his heart.

It was as if the world was darkening.

He recalled the painful memories of his father's arrest in Azkaban, his mother's death, and his sister's suicide.

These painful memories instantly grabbed his mind and wanted to pull it into the deep darkness.

Dumbledore used his strong willpower to control the spread of grief. He used his wand with difficulty to cast an anti-curse on himself, but the magic power flickered and flickered, but he didn't feel any better.

"If you want to resist mental coma, you need the stimulation of happy emotions."

Zhou Qi shook his head, then stretched out his hand a little to take back the magic of the stun spell.

Dumbledore swayed and sat down with a plop.

"This stun spell... It can already be included in the Unforgivable Curse!" Dumbledore came over for a long time before he recovered, and sighed with a wry smile.

After personal experience, he finally understood the difference between arcane and magic.

Anyone can create magic that is more in line with their own mind based on self-knowledge.

The magic system is that the descendants learn the magic of the predecessors step by step. Even the master Hermione memorized the spell book and repeated it according to the tutorial in the book. This is the way to learn magic.

The arcane system is to analyze the mysteries of magic, modify, create, and sublimate the original magic.

Perhaps this is the reason why the magic world is like a dead water. Wizards reject innovation. They only follow ancient experience, the experience of predecessors, while arcane is a living water. Its fundamental nature means that it will not be like magic. .

Dumbledore patted the dust on his robes and stood up.

"In the arcane system, what position do we, the existing wizards, stand in?" His eyes were burning and his voice was low.

Zhou Qi said indifferently: "Anyone can learn arcane arts, but old wizards who reject knowledge and are unwilling to progress will be crushed by the wheels of the times. You face the arcane civilization of 6 billion bases, and you have no resistance."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he nodded heavily.

"You are right, wizards need an innovation of blood and fire in order to continue to be at the forefront of the times. Professor Ivan, please teach me arcana!"

PS: Thanks to Saint Luo Lan, the spicy strips of the boat that swims in the sea of ​​​​books

I'm a little stuck today, I've been stuck for hours

There is one more chapter tonight

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Chapter 393 Chapter 35: The Non-Existent Student at Hogwarts

"Harry, guess what I found?"

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron Weasley looked particularly shocked. He found the little savior who was leaning on the sofa and flipping through the potion book.

"No matter what you find, please don't disturb my study." Harry said, "I have to deal with Professor Snape's fault, and Gryffindor can't deduct points for me."

Ron was holding an old newspaper in his hand. He wanted to say something, but saw the door of the common room opened wide, and several Gryffindor students walked in together.

"You also have an itchy scalp. I thought I was the only one with it?"

"Well, I'm still losing my hair recently, Merlin's beard, I'm only sixteen years old!"

The students who were talking saw Ron and Harry on the sofa and said hello.

"Harry, Ron, what are you doing?"

Harry held up the potions book and said helplessly, "I have to memorize the potion formula on it before the next potions class. Professor Snape has deducted our points in a different way!"

"As for Ron, he..."

Ron quickly grabbed the words and said, "I'm also preparing for the class!"

The Gryffindor students looked at him in amazement. It would be reasonable to say that Harry went to preview Potions in order to cope with Professor Snape, but when would Ron Weasley take the initiative to study?

After flirting with Ron, the Gryffindor students returned to the dormitory.

Once again, the common room was left with only Ron and Harry.

Harry frowned, put down the thick pharmacy, and looked at Ron suspiciously.

"How can anyone come to preview without even bringing a book?"

Ron pulled the weird Harry to the window, he took out the wrinkled newspaper from under his butt, spread it on the windowsill, and slowly smoothed it.

"Harry, I know who the red-haired wizard I saw that time!"

The newspaper was the Daily Prophet last year.

The news on the homepage is a detailed description of the French dark wizard Dubois, as well as a dynamic photo taken from a long distance. The photo shows the dark wizard carrying his wings, flying into the dark blue night, and turning his head towards the camera with a mocking smile.

Although the face is blurred.

But Harry still recognized it at a glance. He grabbed the newspaper and read the news and dynamic photos on it several times.

"Dark wizard Dubois..." he murmured.

Ron was very anxious. When he thought about the Death Eaters, the theft of Gringotts, the dark wizard that even the Ministry of Magic couldn't catch appeared near Hogwarts, and even had a face-to-face with them, and it took a while. afraid.

"Harry, let's hurry up and inform Professor Dumbledore of this!" Ron said terrified: "No one knows if he came near Hogwarts or not to do something bad!"

Harry grabbed his terrified friend.

"Ron, you're too nervous!" Harry pulled his friend back to the sofa, folded the newspaper on his lap, and said sternly: "If Black... Dubois is dangerous, he will send us to Huo On the way to Gwarz, there is a chance to hurt us, isn't it?"

Ron thought about it for a while, and indeed it was.

He was frightened by the description of Dubois in the newspaper, but in fact, the young French wizard was not only funny and kind, but also helped them get to Hogwarts ahead of schedule.

"Is it really appropriate that we don't tell the professors about this?" Ron was still a little scared.

Harry said: "Maybe he just passed by Hogwarts. You tell the professor now that nothing happened, and you won't be made fun of by that Malfoy guy. Let's be careful during this time. It's not too late to inform the professor!"

"Dubois is a Death Eater, Harry, didn't you say that Mysterious Man stole the Resurrection Stone? Could it be that Mysterious Man sent him to Hogwarts?"

Harry thought about it carefully, and his attitude was serious.

"I don't think Dubois is a Death Eater. I think he is very familiar and has no malice towards us!"

Friends said this, and Ron could only suppress the idea of ​​reporting.

For several days after that, nothing strange happened at Hogwarts. Could it be that the Dark Wizard really passed by Hogwarts?

Ron gradually felt relieved.

But in the second week, something strange happened.

On their way to the herbal medicine classroom, the deducting trio carrying the book heard the angry scream of the administrator Filch, the disgusting old man with a squib, holding his long-haired cat in his arms, Standing in the corridor, staring angrily at every student.

The students who were originally talking and laughing, when passing the corridor, unconsciously closed their mouths and quickened their pace.

"Hey, what happened to his cat?" Ron's eyes were sharp, and he saw something strange about the long-haired cat in Filch's arms. This cat with the name of Mrs. Norris, as hated as Filch, Instead of the arrogance of the past, he shrank in the administrator's arms and let out a horrified howl.

The three of them quickened their pace to walk through this suffocating corridor.

"Stop!"

The administrator stood in front of the three, and skeptical eyes swept across their faces.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, did you leave the common room last night?"

Ron, irritated by his skeptical attitude, immediately shouted: "Mr. Filch, we didn't break the rules last night. If you don't believe me, you can ask others!"

The administrator was dubious, snorted softly, and moved out of the way.

Ron raised his head arrogantly and led his friends across the corridor, just like winning the battle.

"Am I particularly mighty just now!" He was triumphant.

But the little friend didn't pay any attention to him, but held the book around to find out what happened.

"...Something strange happened last night. When Filch was patrolling the castle, he saw a student wandering around late at night, but when he chased after him, the student disappeared!"

"His cat followed the smell to find it, but was frightened!"