I’m Really An Alchemist

The earth is shaking and the house is shaking violently.

More Muggles were attracted by the sudden earthquake. Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic's Disaster Department had anticipated this situation and cast a Muggle exorcism spell on the outside of the street, covering the center of the battlefield with a false curtain.

The White Wizard is also an excellent Transfiguration master.

The house under his feet was twisted and transformed into a gray giant. Dumbledore stood in the giant's palm, overlooking the dark wizard.

"You can't fight me," Dumbledore said.

The dark wizard laughed wildly, the concrete pillar under his feet rose up, and he slammed into the giant. He slammed his wand, and the surging magic blasted, disintegrating the stone giant under Dumbledore's feet.

In an instant.

The tall stone giant was torn apart, and huge stones fell one after another.

Dumbledore used the shock absorption technique for himself, leveraging on the falling rocks like a feather, and landing lightly on the ground, his face finally became serious, the strength of this French dark wizard should not be underestimated.

"Fractured!"

With a wave of his wand, he also shattered the concrete pillar under the Dark Wizard's feet.

The two masters of metamorphosis fought by taking advantage of all the surrounding environments. Whether it was fire, water, houses and land, or even their own bodies, they could be transformed into terrifying weapons.

The aftermath of the battle destroyed the streets.

The wizards of the Ministry of Magic could only watch the battle nervously, watching the collision of the two magic rays, they were not even qualified to approach the battlefield.

"Give it up, Mr. Dubois."

The white wizard maintains the output of magic power, the magic power ray distorted like electromagnetic waves, which overwhelms the magic power output of the black wizard every inch.

Dubois understood the difference between himself and Dumbledore.

As expected of the world's top wizard, both in terms of accumulation of magic power and proficiency in magic, they are far superior to the alchemist's wizard avatar.

In other words, if Dumbledore was willing to kill him.

The battle was over as soon as it started.

Dubois's magic power gradually dried up. With a thought, he used alchemy to change the terrain under Dumbledore's feet. The white wizard approached step by step, but stepped on the air suddenly, and his body swayed.

The dark wizard seized this opportunity and avoided the opponent's magic attack.

"Dumbledore, you win this time, I'll find a place next time!"

He let out a speech like a villain, and then activated the last magic power, using phantom migration, only to hear a crackling sound, the dark wizard disappeared in the street.

"Professor Dumbledore, let's hurry up and chase!"

The morale of the Aurors greatly increased: "Phantom migration has violent fluctuations in magical power. As long as we follow this fluctuation, we can arrest him!"

Wizard White patted his clothes, and while nodding his head, he looked strangely at the pothole under his feet.

The timing of this pothole is really too coincidental.

Is Dubois really the wizard who stole Gringotts?

Dumbledore recalled the new transfiguration he discovered in Gringotts. The dark wizard who could fight against him, although he was also a transfiguration master, still used traditional transfiguration.

He couldn't help but think deeply.

.....

Hogwarts.

The day after Dumbledore left school was the weekend.

The savior Harry Potter yawned and got up from the bed and washed sleepily, but on his desk, he saw an unsigned letter.

"Whose prank is it?"

Harry thought, opening the letter.

He read the contents of the letter, his face gradually became frightened, and he violently shoved his friend who was still lying on the bed.

"Ron, wake up, Ron, something big has happened!"

Two first-year students are sitting in an empty common room.

After Ron read the letter, his tone became a little more confused: "Is this a prank, how could Professor Ivan be the one who stole the Philosopher's Stone, isn't it Professor Snape?"

In an anonymous way, the letter pointed out that the musician Professor Ivan was the thief who stole the Philosopher's Stone.

Don't say Harry doesn't believe it, not even Ron!

How could that gentle Muggle professor steal the Philosopher's Stone, he is just a Muggle, and even Gringotts can't break into it.

"Harry, don't worry, let's go to Professor Ivan and ask clearly, can't we?" Ron comforted his friend.

Harry really didn't want to believe that the teacher he respected turned out to be a thief.

The two first went to Hermione in Ravenclaw.

"impossible!"

Hermione said bluntly: "Professor Ivan is by no means a thief, Harry, do you have no trust in Professor Ivan at all?"

Harry bowed his head in shame.

Strange thing happened.

They wanted to find out who sent the letter, but they didn't find any clues. They also wanted to find Professor Ivan to confirm that it was just a prank, but they turned the castle around and didn't see Professor Ivan. figure.

Could it really be Professor Ivan, who stole the Philosopher's Stone while Dumbledore was away from Hogwarts and escaped from the school?

The deduction trio felt very sad.

They even inquired about Professor Snape, and for the whole day, no one saw any trace of Professor Ivan.

In the afternoon, Harry sat sadly on the corridor.

Ron looked at the two friends who were equally sad and didn't know who to comfort.

"There is another way!"

Ron suddenly came to his senses.

"We can enter the secret room and see if the Philosopher's Stone is still there. If it is, won't it prove that the letter is fake?"

When the trio woke up from a dream, they went to Hagrid decisively. They learned from the tight-lipped Hagrid that music could hypnotize the three-headed dog, so they slipped into the secret room without hesitation.

Three-headed dog, devil's vine, flying key.

Real-life wizard chess and potion configuration.

With courage, wisdom and talent, the trio passed the levels in turn. Ron sacrificed himself in the real-life wizard chess level. Hermione prepared the only potion and gave Harry the chance, and he went back. , looking for Ron.

With the support of friendship, the young savior bravely stepped into the secret room.

"You're finally here, Harry Potter."

In front of the Mirror of Erised, Professor Quirrell stretched out his arms towards Little Harry who walked in.

The musician Ivan fell to the ground in a coma, his face still terrified.

"You...it's you!" Harry finally understood, and he shouted angrily, "What did you do to Professor Ivan?!"

Quirrell slowly took off his turban and turned his back to Harry. The hideous face on the back of his head made Harry take two steps back subconsciously.

He felt the scar on his forehead, as if being burned by fire.

"You are Voldemort!" Harry said.

Voldemort laughed sharply: "Harry Potter, Destiny Child who defeated me, don't worry, I just let this Muggle pass out temporarily, if you don't do what I say, then he will be miserable!"

Quirrell raised his wand cooperatively.

The unconscious Professor Ivan was lifted into the air by invisible magic.

"You can do whatever you want with me... Let go of Professor Ivan, he's just an ordinary person." Harry pleaded.

Voldemort laughed happily.

"Child, stand in front of the mirror and give me what you got. I promise, I won't hurt him." The Dark Lord said in a low voice, as gentle as an uncle next door.

Harry Potter moved his body and came to the Mirror of Erised.

He saw his parents again through this magic mirror, and he felt a slight sink in his pocket.

Harry chose the latter between the Philosopher's Stone and Professor Ivan. He took out a crimson hexagonal crystal from his pocket, kept a safe distance from the excited Quirrell, and said loudly: "You put down Professor Ivan first, I gave you the magic stone!"

Quirrell's body froze in place, his eyes focused on the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand, showing a longing look.

"Put this Muggle down first." Voldemort's cold voice appeared in his mind: "After we get the Philosopher's Stone, we have a chance to torture them!"

Quirrell obeyed his master's orders.

He waved his wand, and the Muggle professor flew out into the air, hitting the wall with a bang.

"Hurry up and give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell lost his former cowardice, his face was ferocious, and he pointed his wand at the unconscious Muggle professor, and said coldly, "If you play something, he will die!"

Harry Potter protected the Muggle professor. He gritted his teeth and threw the magic stone in his hand.

Quirrell caught it excitedly, staring at the crimson crystal in his palm obsessively.

PS: Thank you for not being able to draw Merlin, the protruding mouth, the seven nights and sixteen nights, the dream chaser, Saint Luolan, the big death, and the blade of the dream in the abyss

Thank you all readers! !

There is one more chapter tonight

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Chapter 381 Chapter 23 What did Voldemort take away?

Quirrell carefully put away the Philosopher's Stone.

He leaned sideways, letting the back of his head look straight at Harry Potter, and Voldemort's smile was full of evil and pleasure.

"Harry Potter."

Voldemort sighed softly: "You are so naive, as naive as your parents, to believe me so easily."

With his uncontrollable laughter, Quirrell raised his wand.

"You are lying to me!"

Harry Potter stood in front of Professor Ivan, and took out his wand in fear and anger, but before he could wave it, Quirrell's 'weapon except you' was knocked to the ground.

"Look, what can you do?" Voldemort sneered: "Or continue to show me the miracle of eleven years ago?"

Quirrell stepped closer to Harry.

The wand gave off a deep shimmer.

His dull steps, like the drumbeat of fear, stepped on Harry Potter's heartbeat. When did this eleven-year-old little savior experience this fear of death hanging, his body could not help shaking.

"Harry, as long as you're willing to pick up your wand and kill the Muggle behind you, I'll let you go."

Voldemort bewitched.

Quirrell stopped in cooperation.

"Don't even think about it!" Harry bravely stood in front of the unconscious musician, opened his arms, and fearlessly glared at the Dark Lord's ugly, twisted face.

"What a pity." The Dark Lord was so lost that he gave an order: "Kill them, Quirrell!"

Quirrell's eyes narrowed, his wand held high.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Invisible waves poured into the basement, like a sharp blade, slicing across Quirrell's raised palm, blood splashed all over in an instant, and the wand fell with the severed fingers.

"Ah ah ah ah!!"

Quirrell cried out in horror and pain as he looked at his **** palm with only three fingers left.

A gray shadow quickly slid into the basement and blocked in front of Harry Potter with his body. It was Professor Snape, whom little Harry hated so much, this black-haired man with a hook nose, staring nervously at Voldemort.

Chaotic footsteps appeared at the door of the basement.

Professor McGonagall in the green robe was the second to arrive in the basement. She saw the face of Professor Quirrell's head, her pupils shrunk, and she used Transfiguration without thinking. The gravel on the ground turned into a bird, hovering in the air, and then Dive towards Quirrell like a bomber.