I’m Really An Alchemist - Chapter 406

Hermione: “Next time, definitely next time, definitely buy it next time!”

The three of them laughed and made trouble, stepped over the teleportation formation, and appeared at the Hodemogg Village Station.

The familiar steam train stopped at the platform.

“Don’t crowd, get on the bus one by one!”

The half-giant Hagrid’s airy voice appeared in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw Hagrid’s face filled with a happy smirk, watching the students pouring into the carriage.

“What happened to him?” Hermione saw Hagrid’s expression as if she were looking at a fool.

Ron came up and said with a snicker, “Don’t you know, Hagrid is having a hot fight with Madame Maxime now!”

Hermione opened her eyes in shock.

Hagrid, Maxim?

How did these two get together?

Hermione shuddered and pushed two gossip friends onto the train. Originally, the students could use the teleportation magic circle to go home, but Hogwarts agreed that the steam train is also an indispensable tradition. .

Zhou Qi set up one of the teleportation magic circles at Hodemog Station to maintain this tradition.

The students left the Sky City, and the thirty-two professors also returned to their respective countries excitedly with the arcane materials. Hogwarts was deserted again. The professors looked at the students who had left, and their expressions also floated a bit. miss.

The castle was deserted, and it was not suitable for a while.

The professors walked in the castle, or looked at the blank picture on the wall, imagined the life of the magic paintings, or discussed their own travel plans for the holiday.

Zhou Qi stood on the tower of the castle, overlooking the panoramic view of the city in the sky.

Footsteps came from behind.

The pale-faced Professor Snape walked up to the tower, also looking at the panoramic view of the city in the sky. After a moment of silence, he said, “City in the sky, the spread of arcane magic, is this your purpose?”

“maybe.”

Zhou Qi replied softly.

He turned his head, looked at Snape, whose complexion was getting paler and lifeless, and smiled: “Professor Dumbledore gave you the elder wand, and you have a better understanding of the power of death.”

Snape was expressionless, noncommittal.

“It’s not enough.” He said in a low voice, “It’s not enough to fight the **** of death.”

“You can ask me for help.” The corner of Zhou Qi’s mouth rose.

Snape’s attitude was stiff: “No need!”

Zhou Qi smiled and changed the conversation: “Since you don’t need my help, then forget it – but you have already collected two Deathly Hallows, why don’t you go to Harry Potter to borrow the invisibility cloak, this will allow you to progress Faster!”

Snape scowled, glared at the headmaster, and turned to leave.

Obviously, he is also hesitating about this.

I want to collect all the Deathly Hallows, but I just don’t want to ask Harry Potter.

…..

Uncle Vernon was driving to pick Harry up, and he was still talking about the recent events. Harry leaned his head against the window, listening to his uncle’s caring rambles, and a smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

“Go home!”

Drive into No. 4 Privet Drive. After Harry got out of the car, he greeted the neighbouring wives around him.

He already knew that these neighbor wives were Squibs, who had been arranged by Dumbledore, but there was no need to care about all this.

“Harry is back!”

Vernon pushed open the door and his voice rang out.

Footsteps could be heard in the living room. Faster than Aunt Petunia was cousin Dudley, the fatter boy rushed to the entrance and hugged Harry: “My dear cousin, you are finally back. It’s gone!”

Harry was taken aback by Dudley’s enthusiasm.

Then I heard Dudley’s voice in my ear.

“Harry, you must teach me magic!”

Harry couldn’t help crying.

When he walked into the living room, he saw Sirius Black and Lupin both sitting on the sofa, which gave him a big surprise.

“Blake didn’t let us tell you, he wanted to surprise you!”

Penny said with a smile.

“They often come to visit us.” After speaking, Penny’s eyes were a little red: “We also know about your mother and your father at Hogwarts.”

Blake approached carelessly and gave Harry a hug.

“Hey!” Vernon said resentfully, pulling the two away like a hen protecting her chickens: “Although you are Harry’s godfather, I am his guardian, don’t think about it – unless you ask me I gave Harry to you after drinking the same wine as last time!”

Blake also opened his eyes.

“What a joke, I finally got that wine, but it’s much more precious than Harry, I won’t do it!”

The eyes of the two men were sparkling.

Aunt Petunia hugged Harry and smiled helplessly: “Ignore them, wash your hands, and prepare for dinner!”

The sky was dark, and Privet Drive was lit up.

The Dursley family on No. 4 heard lively, happy laughter.

Ron and his brother also returned home to reunite with their families and recount their year at Hogwarts.

Ron was vivid and danced, as if he had become the protagonist.

Arthur and Molly smiled, and the family gathered at the dining table, listening to the Weasley twins dismantle Ron’s bragging, and watching their sons fight each other in anger.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco dragged his luggage and entered the manor nervously.

He didn’t know if his parents had forgiven him. Looking at the house immersed in darkness, the boy lowered his head sadly and pushed open the door of the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong burnt smell.

And the desperate screams of mother Narcissa.

Draco’s expression froze, his eyes were sharp, and a faint stigmata appeared on the surface of his body. He tapped the power of his bloodline, and the whole person rushed to the place where the voice was.

in the kitchen.

Narcissa screamed in despair, “If you can’t cook, let me do it. How can you let your son eat like this?”

The white apron was smudged by black smoke, and Lucius, who looked particularly embarrassed, blinked.

He took the fire switch and took out a charred roast chicken from the perimeter. On the kitchen table beside him, there were all kinds of dark dishes.

Furious and anxious, Draco slammed into the door.

Looking at the special situation in the kitchen, I fell into a circle.

In the dining room, Draco pursed his lips and didn’t dare to say a word. Lucius had a straight face, as if someone owed him millions. Narcissa lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders. laughter.

On the dining table, there were charred roast chicken, blackened cakes, and mashed potatoes that couldn’t be seen.

“Don’t eat it!”

Lucius finally couldn’t bear it any longer and wanted to withdraw the food.

Draco’s eyes and hands were quick. He tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it, he suddenly froze for a moment, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: “It’s delicious, father, it’s really delicious!”

Narcissa picked a potato, took a bite, and sighed deeply.

“Lucius, your cooking skills have yet to be improved!”

Saying that, he swallowed the potato.

Lucius sat back on the chair, took a mouthful in disbelief, and almost vomited it out.

The three were silent for a while, and then burst out laughing.

Narcissa lit a candle, brought her treasured red wine, opened the curtains, and let the moonlight pour in.

This not-so-perfect family banquet was held until midnight. Both father and son were very drunk. The hostess helplessly cleaned up the mess, with a happy smile on her lips, she walked to the balcony.

She was blowing the cool summer wind and looked at the moon in the sky, feeling a little dazed.

The moon tonight is very round.

Above the sky, a perfect full moon hangs high, as if within reach. People come out of their homes and admire this beautiful full moon in amazement. It is so close that they can see the craters on the moon.

But this is not yet the day of the full moon.

Even the observatory was stunned, and issued a temporary statement, saying that this is a near-moon phenomenon rarely seen in a thousand years.

Then, when the full moon rose to its highest point.

A beam of crimson blood-like light rose from the horizon and impacted the core of the moon. As long as people in the northern hemisphere raised their heads, they could see the dazzling beam of light. Before the shock fermented, they saw the moon mutated.

A giant magic circle large enough to be seen with the naked eye appeared on the moon.

It is a super-giant magic circle that is connected by countless exquisite magic circles and finally covers the entire moon. In the impact of the red light beam, the magic circle seems to wake up from the ancient times, and the small magic circles in it operate like gears, making the entire moon magic Array, glowing golden brilliance.

That brilliance surpassed the moonlight and swayed the earth.

People looked up and stared blankly at the golden full moon.

Hermione, Ron, Harry and others stayed with their families, looking at this beautiful golden full moon, until the light subsided and the moon returned to its original appearance.

Everyone in the world has not yet escaped from this shock. They only feel that what is happening around them?

“Magic.”

Hermione stretched out her hand, felt the extra elements in the air, and turned to look in the direction of the floating land.

Zhou Qi stood on the mage tower, looking at the moon that was transformed into a magic net, and then looking at the dark earth, overlooking the entire earth.

Humans have come out of ignorance and have gone through the age of stone tools, copper, bronze, iron, darkness, enlightenment, steam, electricity, and atoms.

On the eve of the information age, turning a corner in 1995,

Enter the arcane age!

PS: Thanks to the wooden man ig, the detective girl who never lies, brother Jianlin, the book guest 1536205882, the blade of the mad De radish

The last chapter is always very eloquent, and it’s better now. There’s another chapter in the evening, to make up for yesterday’s

There are about tens of thousands of words in this volume, not the story of the fifth year, but the story of three years later.

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Chapter 482 Chapter 123: The Disaster in Middle-earth Continent

1998, White Christmas.

Ministry of Magic.

The black-haired young man stood under the eaves, listening to the ringing of the bell at dusk, and looking at the dim sky, white snowflakes were falling.

Street performers in Santa suits are performing for the children.

The black-haired young man’s attention could not help but be attracted, seeing the street performer stretch out his hand, a faint hurricane rolled up in his palm, and the falling snowflakes gathered together, transforming into a delicate and honest snowman.

He carefully handed the snowman to the child, which drew happy cheers.

Magic.

The black-haired young man looked at the street performer, thinking in his mind, the simplest element is magic.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the street performer turned his head and showed a gentle smile, and the young man returned with a warm smile.

Watching the street performer crouch down again, clumsily using magic to create fun for the children, the young man shook his head, thinking of the world three years ago, when no one dared to use magic on passersby in front of the magic department.

He touched the scar on his forehead again.

Since Voldemort’s defeat, this scar has never been painful, as if the pain of tossing and turning when he was young is like a fantasy.

“Harry!”