Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 178 The boy who survives the disaster

Scrimgeour climbed over the iron railing and walked step by step to the crown of the Bright Tree, where the gray fruits were becoming as blazing as the sun.

"Anthony, Barton, Osama, and Bieber, you four are rare people who can withstand the power of the fruit of the light," he said, "that's why I selected you to be the backbone members of the Illuminati."

Scrimgeour's voice gradually became indistinct, becoming not his own, and what came out of his mouth was a younger voice.

Voice of Tom Riddle.

Hardy, disguised as Anthony, clearly felt Dumbledore's sigh.

As Tom Riddle's former professor of transfiguration, Dumbledore always felt sorry for not educating him.

"Unbelievable!" Under the Bright Tree, the seaweed-headed Osama opened his arms excitedly: "Just the immature Bright Tree fruit gave us four powerful forces."

Bieber, who was behind the railing, asked, "Master, how many more wizards are needed to provide nutrients for the Bright Tree? I think those Aurors should be quite good."

"That's a good idea!" Osama clapped his hands in agreement. "Those Aurors are ridiculously weak, and they don't even have a decent opponent."

Tom Riddle, who no longer hid himself, occupied Scrimgeour's body and said: "What the Bright Tree needs now is time, and don't provoke the Ministry of Magic again in the near future."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly put his head in his hands, his eyes widened, and his veins bulged: "Damn, this stupid old guy is still resisting me!"

He staggered and beat his head hard, Osama and Bieber hurried over.

"Abyssine Caron Sage—"

The two raised their wands high, and the dark green light enveloped Scrimgeour's body, allowing Tom Riddle's soul to take the initiative again.

"This body is simply terrible, and it can't absorb the power of the berry of light," Riddle said. "It seems that Catherine's body must be used."

"There are not many physiques that can absorb the power of the bright fruit. Even if Catherine is a squib, as long as she swallows the ripe bright fruit, there is nothing she can't do."

From Tom Riddle's soliloquy, Hardy and Dumbledore learned a lot of information.

The most important thing is the function of the bright tree in front of me——

By absorbing the magic power of existing wizards as nutrients, it bears fruit with powerful magic power.

However, although the power of the Bright Tree Fruit is powerful, it is not eternal and will gradually disappear over time.

As for whether it will cause to what extent the user's body will be harmed, it is still unknown.

After all, Tom Riddle only got the seed of the Bright Tree by accident, and many things were pieced together from historical documents.

"Luna Lovegood, this little witch has a pair of special eyes, Osama and Bieber, this matter is entrusted to you two." Riddle ordered.

Osama's face was playful: "Please don't worry, master, we are not like some people."

"If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll sew it up with a needle for you." The voice of Barton, who was disguised as Dumbledore, was cold.

"Look! You have nothing but this mouth." Bieber shook his head.

"Okay, don't waste time on this kind of thing," Riddle said, "Anthony, Barton, you have a new mission, and I need detailed information about the character Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Hardy had a puzzled look on his face.

Riddle stroked the locket on his chest with his fingers: "Yes, Voldemort, I want to see how this guy known as the Dark Lord failed."

"Perhaps, his experience can provide us with valuable reference."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore said: "He was defeated by a child, a boy who survived."

"I know, his name is Harry - Potter -"

Riddle picked an immature bright fruit, threw it to Bieber to swallow, and said, "What's so special about that boy, he can actually frustrate an ambitious guy."

"What you won't believe is the love Harry Potter's parents have for their children," Dumbledore replied.

"Love?"

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of Riddle, Osama, and Bieber. They looked up to the sky and laughed as if they had heard a big joke.

"Hahahaha-"

"Oh my god, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard!" Osama's seaweed hair grew wildly.

Bieber wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, "Hahaha, I never knew you were so funny."

Riddle laughed and coughed a few times, and he patted his chest: "Okay, okay, let's all spread out and perform our respective tasks!"

He looked up at the huge luminous tree behind him: "After I master Catherine's body and accept the power of the luminous tree fruit, everything in the British magic world will belong to our Illuminati."

"What are you two still doing?" Riddle couldn't help frowning when he saw that "Anthony" and "Patton" hadn't moved for a long time.

"Failed to get Luna Lovegood's eyes back, I can not hold you accountable, but I hope this situation will not happen again."

Osama and Bieber were no longer in the abandoned water plant that smelled of rust.

Hardy and Dumbledore looked at each other.

If everything goes well, after about half an hour, these two key members of the Illuminati will be surrounded by Aurors.

Aiming at the attributes of these two wizards after their magic was released, Hardy specially made two alchemy products, the incompetent windmill and the gluttonous sponge.

The former can absorb all Bieber's wind and convert it into the kinetic energy of the windmill.

Although the fast rotation of the windmill is useless, it can make all of Bieber's wind attribute magic ineffective.

That's why Hardy named it the incompetent windmill.

As for the gluttonous sponge, it is easier to understand, it will absorb all the water around Osama's body.

"Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick will take care of everything," Dumbledore blinked at Harry, "They are much more reliable than many Aurors, and this matter should be over .”

On the wet ground, the bodies of Hardy and Dumbledore began to move irregularly.

Their appearance and body shape began to restore, and Riddle's expression quickly became gloomy.

"You are not Anthony and Button!" His facial features were a little distorted, and with a "creak" in his hand, he forcibly removed half of the iron railing.

(End of this chapter)