I’m Really An Alchemist

"H2O, an inorganic substance composed of hydrogen and oxygen."

Hermione Granger almost screamed.

Zhou Qi smiled and looked at the giant water dragon opposite: "Yes, we know its essence, we know how to use it, use it, and even disintegrate it!"

Snape fell back into the arena, his face slightly changed.

He no longer hesitated, and while ordering the water dragon to attack, he mobilized the backhand he had laid in the blizzard.

Visible to the naked eye, green vines grew from the snow, suddenly grabbed Zhou Qi's feet, and then wrapped around his legs.

"I am Slytherin's academy and a professor of potions."

Snape said indifferently: "In the previous blizzard, I planted the devil's vine seeds that I enchanted. They have taken root in the depths of the earth and are not afraid of flames and strong light. You admit defeat!"

Zhou Qi sighed, "Professor Snape, you are really amazing."

Snape was expressionless, and slowly retracted his wand into his sleeve.

Even the professors and students felt that he had no hope.

The water dragon suddenly flew to the sky, its huge and transparent body hovering above the arena, it opened its mouth and dived towards the alchemist on the ground.

Just when Professor McGonagall drew out her wand and planned to save the scene.

Zhou Qi raised his head, and a blue ray shot out of his eyes, rushing into Shui Long's eyes.

In an instant.

Bang!

The water dragon exploded.

It was like a cold rain, which wet the students and professors in the audience.

"This is arcane magic—elemental disintegration rays." Zhou Qi propped up an invisible barrier in front of him, and cold raindrops fell on the barrier. He looked directly at the shocked expression of the former Death Eater, and explained with a smile.

The audience was silent.

Then there were cheers and applause.

Snape's face was ashen, and he snorted coldly, disregarding his soaked clothes, and disappeared as a black shadow.

He understood that it was all the other party's trick.

As early as in the blizzard, the opponent could easily disintegrate his attack. The reason why he didn't do this was because he was the opponent and introduced arcane magic.

"Arcane—"

The professors on the observation deck were silent for a long time, and the dean of Ravenclaw suddenly let out a long emotional sigh.

Dumbledore patted his soaked clothes, scratched his soft hair, and said dissatisfiedly, "I take care of the old man at all, what should I do if I get sick?"

He shook his head and sighed and left the observation deck, disappearing into the crazy crowd.

.....

The shock caused by this match did not stop at all.

Everywhere in the castle, there are students discussing happily, passionately, and dancing.

"Merlin's beard, I realize the charm of arcane magic!"

"What should I do, is it still time for me to sign up for the Arcane class?"

"It's too late, this year's enrollment has ended, you only have to wait for the next school year!"

The students of the arcane class have also become the stars of the campus. A large number of students come to borrow study materials and test papers from them, hoping to find the secrets of arcane art.

Among them, the Slytherin pure-blood wizard headed by Malfoy is the most embarrassing.

The ridicule they threw away before was all beaten back by reality.

Severus Snape is silent and lonely, and the current Hogwarts fanaticism is based on his failure, although the students did not mean to look down on him.

Ron and Harry raised their eyebrows and were surrounded by students in the Gryffindor lounge area.

Ron said loudly: "I knew Professor Ivan's strength from the beginning! Harry and I have known Professor Ivan for a long time, and we know more about the arcane magic he created, so I signed up for the arcane magic. Class! Hey, do you all regret it?"

The Gryffindor student sighed.

"Arcane is really powerful!"

Gryffindor student Neville Lombard was very emotional. Hope surged in his heart. His parents were tortured into madness by Death Eaters, and he wondered if arcane magic could cure them.

He left the lounge and went to Professor Ivan's office full of expectations.

When they came to the promenade on the fourth floor, Neville slowed down and saw the annoying Malfoy and Professor Snape disappearing in front of the promenade one after the other.

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"How could you let that Muggle win?!"

Malfoy asked angrily: "Do you know how embarrassing this is for me now, you should humiliate him in the arena and drive him out of Hogwarts!"

Snape stopped and turned around, staring at Malfoy with cold eyes.

"I lost to him!"

Malfoy took two steps back in the center of his eyes, then raised his head again and said, "You didn't use all your strength, Professor Snape! You didn't even use an Unforgivable Curse!"

Snape sneered.

"In the presence of Dumbledore, I used the Unforgivable Curse, and it was me who was kicked out of Hogwarts!"

He approached the flustered Malfoy with a particularly indifferent attitude: "I have tried my best, even if Voldemort is here, I will say the same!"

Malfoy leaned against the wall, growling.

"Lord Voldemort asked you to help me drive that Muggle out. You didn't do it at all. You betrayed Voldemort!"

Snape drew his wand sharply and placed it between Malfoy's eyebrows.

Malfoy's eyes widened helplessly, and his forehead felt uncomfortable.

"I don't know why that lord asked you to be a preparatory Death Eater." Snape whispered, "But don't provoke me again and again, Mr. Malfoy, you can tell him what happened today."

"But let me know, did you say more or less?"

On the wand floated a radiance symbolizing death.

Malfoy felt his heart clenched tightly, trembling in fear, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Snape put away his wand, turned and walked into the depths of the corridor.

Malfoy stiffened for a long time, staggered against the wall, and fled.

Another long time passed.

Neville Lombart, who was hiding behind the corridor, stroked his chest and let out a long breath.

"Snape and Malfoy are both Death Eaters, I'm going to tell Harry!"

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And at night

py: "My Wife is a Husband"

Original article, the protagonist travels to another world and finds the queen as his wife

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Chapter 415 Chapter 56

"Snape is also a Death Eater?!"

Harry Potter screamed, and after attracting the attention of the people around him, he actively lowered his voice.

"Didn't he betray the Dark Lord?"

Neville hated: "I heard it clearly, the Dark Lord asked Snape to help Malfoy and drive Professor Ivan out of Hogwarts!"

His parents were tortured mad by the Death Eater Bellatrix.

This boy, who was born in the same year as Harry, has an indelible hatred for Death Eaters.

Harry pulled Neville into the corner.

"Neville, don't tell anyone about this for now!"

"Why?" Neville was very puzzled: "Shouldn't we tell Dumbledore to kick Snape out?"

Harry said helplessly: "The professor won't believe us until there is substantial evidence! Listen to me, Neville, let's pretend we don't know about this, and keep an eye on Snape and Malfoy's actions, as long as we catch them. You can tell Dumbledore about the conspiracy!"

Neville was silent for a long time, and lowered his head unwillingly.

"Neville, my parents also died at the hands of Voldemort!" Harry Potter patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "I hate Voldemort no less than you, and I hate Snape, but not now. At some point, even if we expose him as a Death Eater, Snape will just be kicked out of Hogwarts!"

The Savior's eyes were like fire.

"I want him to let Voldemort get the retribution he deserves!"

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius Malfoy handed two different letters to Voldemort and stood aside honestly.

These two letters, from Snape and Draco.

After Draco was threatened by Snape, he really didn't add fuel to it, and honestly wrote down what happened. Voldemort compared the contents of the two letters, and clenched the letter paper with his pale palms, crumpling it into waste paper.

"Arcane..." Voldemort's slender pupils glowed dangerously, and his voice was filled with disgust.

He bent his fingers and tapped on the table.

"Let Pierce come back!" he sighed in a low voice.

Peter Pettigrew said respectfully, "Master, don't you need him to assassinate the Muggle musician?"

Pierce-Sinkness was assigned a mission to London.

Voldemort did not forget his original intention. After his resurrection, he arranged for the Death Eaters to squat near Zhou Qi's villa. He just wanted to wait for the summer vacation, when the musician had to leave Hogwarts and return, and let the Death Eaters kill him.

However.....

"Even Snape was defeated by him, what's the use of Pierce's trash?" Voldemort sneered, his expression a little dignified: "That Muggle is already so troublesome, unless I do it myself."

The other Death Eaters looked at each other in disbelief.

Just being a Muggle, what a fuss!

Voldemort took the subtle changes in his subordinate's expressions into his eyes and remembered Snape's letter.

It is clearly written above.

Even if the Unforgivable Curse is used, as long as the opponent is prepared to fight alone, he is not an opponent.

Let a Muggle who can be pinched to death grow up...

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The Christmas holiday ended in a cloudy cloud.

Hogwarts has also entered a normal study life. Even the wars recorded in the weekly Daily Prophet have numbed the British wizarding world, and the number of dead people has become a series of monotonous numbers.

The Death Eater war spread across Europe and affected the Muggle world.

The first is the decline of the European economy.

Political chaos.

and a collapsing decline in government credibility.

They all represent this magical world war, which has penetrated into the Muggle society.

Paris.

Known as the capital of art, fashion and romance, this is one of the few international metropolises on the earth, but it lacks the brilliance of prosperity and tranquility in the past.

The street was deserted and empty, and only a few passersby walked hurriedly with their heads down.

Someone left a newspaper on a bench on the street.