I’m Really An Alchemist

Thanks to the purity of their bloodlines, the five Voldemorts all got brand new wands that were most suitable for them, so they could use 100% of their power.

The fifty-one-year-old noseless demon was about to kill Ollivander as soon as he got his wand.

But he was stopped by his young self.

There's no reason, it's all because the young self is unhappy with the ugly self. Whatever he wants to kill, I will protect, and whatever he opposes, I will agree.

The old noseless demon also hates the younger self very much.

It's like an adult who has left the second year of middle school, mocking the two-spined ape watching the barrage website swiping the screen, but completely forgets that he did more stupid things in the second year of middle school.

Every Voldemort got a wand.

Each of them only admits that he is the only Voldemort, and the others are just false.

The five Voldemorts slowly distanced themselves.

The wizards hiding in the shop watched through the gap in fear and anxiety, praying that they would leave soon, and that the reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic would arrive soon.

The five were silent for a long time.

They also know that they do not have enough strength to deal with the other self. Once a battle occurs, both sides will suffer, and the fisherman will gain. Everyone wants to be a profitable fisherman.

"How long can we hold on until the Ministry of Magic arrives?"

Twenty-two-year-old Tom Riddle questioned sharply. He was the first to put away his wand and said indifferently: "The five of us working together can easily overturn the Ministry of Magic. The funny thing is that it is impossible for us to cooperate at all."

"I will prove that I am the real Voldemort, the Dark Lord!"

He raised his head indifferently, turned into a shadow, and disappeared in Diagon Alley.

Other Voldemorts could guess what he meant.

Everyone is Voldemort, so we can only use our own means to prove who is the real Voldemort and who should become the real Dark Lord.

The other Voldemorts also retracted their wands, and after a moment of indulgence, they turned into black shadows and disappeared.

Leaving the deserted Diagon Alley.

Christmas came as scheduled, but Hogwarts was not even half happy.

The students helped the professor restore the castle, and Dumbledore announced with the authority of the headmaster that this year's Christmas holiday was cancelled, and all students at Hogwarts were not allowed to leave here.

And asked them to write to their families immediately to inform the news of Voldemort's resurrection. If possible, the family should prepare as soon as possible.

This year's Christmas seemed cloudy, but the students did not complain at all. They hid in the common rest area in silence. No one spoke, no one discussed, and no one laughed.

They just quietly looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, fearing their future life.

On the night of Voldemort's resurrection, Dumbledore notified Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic as quickly as possible, but Minister Fudge was unwilling to believe it, and refused to admit that Voldemort was resurrected, but to resurrect six at a time.

It was not until the incident in Diagon Alley that they discovered in horror that the illusion of peace was shattered.

The terror has come again!

"Are you leaving?"

Zhou Qi raised his head in surprise.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was a little embarrassed and a little scared.

"The mysterious man has been resurrected. I plan to leave Europe and hide in the United States."

He expressed his fears.

No one has accused him of fleeing. When Voldemort was just resurrected, he stood up for the students. He had already fulfilled his responsibility as a teacher. Now, it is normal for him to flee because of fear.

Gilderoy Lockhart has submitted his resignation to Dumbledore.

He handed the book in his hand to Zhou Qi.

"Professor Dumbledore mentioned to me, Professor Ivan, you need my oblivion to complement the arcane... Arcane, well, I still can't believe that Professor Ivan created Muggle magic. "

"Forgetting is my only skill. I will sort out my experience. If I can write my name when I can complete the arcane spell, it will be too cost-effective... Of course, it doesn't matter if I don't write it. This is My thanks, and as a friend, for the help!"

Zhou Qi took the book and wrote it in cursive English - Lockhart's experience in forgetting.

He was slightly emotional.

Unexpectedly, the inconspicuous black magic professor in the original book is actually a very good person. He put away the books, then took out a black American Express Centurion card from the drawer, and wrote down a series of numbers. The black case was put into the hands of Gilderoy Lockhart.

"This is the credit card of the Muggle society, and it will help you if you're in trouble in America."

Although Gilderoy Lockhart didn't know what the Centurion Black Card was, he was moved and put it away, picked up his suitcase, and left Hogwarts on this empty steam train.

After sending him into the car to leave, Zhou Qi returned to Hogwarts in silence with the professor and students who came to see him off.

The arcane thing is not a secret at Hogwarts, but the students, including Harry and others, only thought that Zhou Qi was a wizard with a hidden identity, and they were not in the mood to pursue it when Voldemort was resurrected.

Zhou Qi thought to himself, it's time to publicize the arcane thing.

PS: After asking for the blade last night, there were many big bosses offering rewards, and Ah Xu was very moved.

The most beautiful concubine gave 132 blades, the poisonous darts of justice gave dog food and a lot of salted fish thorns, and the dream chaser and the skunk head of Mamei sister, Yu Junyiyue's blade gift package , as well as those who have always supported me, Zujidou, Saint Luolan, EX, Haolong Killing Po, greed, anger, greed and doubt, exhausted Rolling Stone, 3d6 rewards and party monsters, and 33tian's monthly pass, I'm really touched

I did some calculations. The sum of the blades and rewards I got yesterday and today is 29,500 cat coins as a reward. According to the rules for adding updates in other novels, it is 50 blades and 5,000 rewards plus one update. I owe five chapters!

But Axu doesn't want to add more rules, my coding speed is not fast, to ensure the progress of the plot and the main line, 8,000 is the limit, but I can guarantee the update amount of 8,000 until the end of this book

I hope readers can continue to support

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Chapter 406 Chapter 48 Voldemort's Death Eater (Subscription)

"The Dark Lord is back! What is the Ministry of Magic doing?"

"How should we face the six Dark Lords, will fate favor us?"

The Daily Prophet keeps up with current events, with lead-and-black headlines expressing fear.

In the British magic world, after 12 years, terror has come again.

The Death Eaters changed their previous cowardice and became extra flamboyant. They expected the Dark Lord to summon them again and return to the glory of pure-blood wizards.

The Ministry of Magic was in a panic, from the minister to the ordinary office worker, all felt the cloud cover, Minister Fudge wanted to turn into an ostrich and dunk his head in the sand, so that he didn't know about it.

Strange phenomena have also appeared in the British wizarding world.

Every wizard knew that the dark magic had returned, but the Ministry of Magic regarded it as invisible. They neither refuted rumors nor launched a hunt for Voldemort, just as usual.

It's just that in the Ministry of Magic, the status of pure-blood wizards has risen a lot unconsciously.

Even stranger.

Voldemort has been resurrected, but except for Diagon Alley, the Dark Lord disappeared in the British peninsula. Those Death Eaters who were expecting to be summoned, waited for several days, but did not wait for the summoning of the Dark Demon logo, which became extremely embarrassing.

Did the master give up on us?

The Death Eaters, including Lucius, did not consciously think of it.

Their guess is not bad. For Voldemort, it is better to rescue the faithful servants than to summon these betrayal men.

Starting from the British peninsula, sailing to the north, there is an endless fog.

The fog will lead Muggle ships to deviate from the direction, the magnetic field is chaotic, and unless there is a specific way, the real prison island - Azkaban cannot be found in the fog.

This is a prison with only dementors and prisoners.

In the fog, dark islands loomed, bare reefs grew strangely, and countless dementors flew on the islands - a kind of terrifying monsters that sucked happy emotions and eventually devoured souls, they danced in the sky, in and out of prisons. .

In the dark sky, thunder appeared for no reason, and electric lights flickered.

Huo Cha!

Lightning slashed straight down, with a temperature as high as 23,000 degrees, splitting a dragging and flying Dementor into blue smoke, and the remaining power instantly hit the lightning rod, and the blue arc flashed down the prison.

A figure appeared in front of the prison.

Lightning illuminated the gloomy sky and illuminated his appearance.

No hair, no nose, eyes as slender as snakes.

The second Dark Lord.

Fifty-one-year-old Voldemort.

Dementors that devoured happy emotions screamed in fear, they fled in all directions, screaming and screaming, but they were grabbed by Voldemort's magic power, and the terrifying Avada fluctuated and beat the dementors who were trying to escape. Soul flies away.

For ordinary wizards, calling the gods guard is indeed a way to repel the dementors.

But for dark wizards, the Killing Curse is more effective.

Dementors are also life, not immune to the Killing Curse.

These flying terrifying monsters surrendered in the face of greater terror. They fell to the ground and bowed their bodies towards the Dark Lord, showing absolute obedience.

Voldemort swung his new wand vigorously, and the majestic magic smashed the small prison to pieces.

The criminals walked out in confusion, and then saw Voldemort at the gate of the prison, surrounded by dementors.

"Lord Voldemort!"

Bellatrix Lestrange screamed with excitement and was locked in prison. The tortured Death Eaters woke up, they showed excited and cruel smiles, and quickly came to Voldemort.

"I know you will come to save us!"

Bellatrix looked at Voldemort's ugly face with admiration, and did not take her husband beside him at all, and her husband Rodolphus did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, but lowered his head.

Voldemort smiled grimly.

"You are very good." He praised: "Be loyal to me and wait for my resurrection."

The Death Eater knelt down on one knee and raised his head in joy.

The Dark Demon logo on their arms glowed with a faint green fluorescence.

"Lord Voldemort." Bellatrix laughed like a madman: "Please continue to lead us back to the glory of the pure-blood family. We will personally execute those who betray you, and we will not get your hands dirty!"

Voldemort said indifferently: "Before that, we need to deal with other people."

"Who else do you need to deal with, Dumbledore?" The Death Eater was very confused.

Voldemort looked at his loyal subordinates, his pupils gleamed with deep light, he gently held his wand, and tapped it on Bellatrix's arm - it was a fluorescent dark symbol.

Bellatrix only felt a burning pain in her arm, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When she looked at it again, the skull-shaped black demon symbol had changed its appearance, turning into a dark and ferocious eight-eyed spider.

"It's me who I have to deal with."

With a wave of his wand, Voldemort completely tampered with the Death Eater's Dark Devil logo. The brand-new Dark Devil logo symbolized that their belief was no longer the name of [Voldemort], but just him.

The Death Eaters bowed their heads in obedience and delight.

A **** dog was lying dead in the shadows, its eyes full of humanity watching this scene, it slowly retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

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France - Pyrenees - Beauxbatons School of Magic.

"Furong, run, run!"

The principal Olim Maxime screamed and ordered the grieving half-veel Fleur to escape on a flying broom, and she, in the form of a giant, stopped in front of the youth.

"Does it work?"

Eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle was the most beautiful age. He wore a smile like a spring breeze. Behind him stood a few girls who were confused by him and pointed their wands at the principal.

"The devil....you won't succeed!"

Madame Maxime looked sadly at the girl behind Tom Riddle, she suppressed the anger in her chest and growled in a low voice.

"Except your weapons!"

The girl behind Tom subdued the principal with a disarming spell.

They looked at their principal calmly and indifferently.

"Don't be fooled by him, he is Voldemort, he is Voldemort!" Mrs. Maxim said painfully.

A tall blonde came over.