Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 126 Dr. John Dee
"Who are you?"

William blurted out the words.

Although he knew in his heart that the other party was Quilinus Quirrell, perhaps because his body was destroyed, he had to piece together such a "ragged" interim in the Forbidden Forest, but William is not in the mood to take care of the other party's emotions now. .

"Tsk, this is really sad. Buffalo, didn't you make me into the ghost I am now?

But I need to thank you, my invitation to you is still valid until now. "

Quirrell said strangely.

"Sorry, Professor Quirrell, I still have to refuse your kindness. There are irresolvable differences between you and your master regarding the handling of ordinary people."

William spread his hands and replied regretfully.

He heard Hagrid take a sharp breath, and seemed to be very shocked that the faceless monster was Quirrell, but Lupine showed a calm expression - he obviously already had certain psychological expectations.

"Something is wrong."

William instinctively noticed a trace of abnormality.

The fire around the camp was expanding, and it was about to spread outwards, but Quirrell was still chatting with him here comfortably, as if nothing happened.

"About ordinary people? What influence will they have? Just make up some random reason to fool them and brag about their leaders.

They're like a bunch of idiots who just walk the ropes we want them to walk and are grateful to us. "

Quirrell let out a maniacal laugh.

"Ok?"

His words made William feel a little strange.

"Join me, Buffalo. I've seen through the 'secret' you've been hiding, join me, and we can build an era of wizarding greatness never seen before.

Wizards no longer need to hide themselves, but, as in the past, are the guests of ordinary people, if you will. "

Quirrell issued a very sincere invitation.

"You're not Quilinus Quirrell."

William blurted out again.

There is something in the other party's words that is very different from Quirrell or Voldemort, that is, it is feasible to a certain extent.Voldemort wants to integrate the wizarding world through the power of black magic, and then rule the world of ordinary people.

But Voldemort's plan is doomed to fail, because even if the wizards can gain a staged advantage through Legilimency, the Forgetting Curse, and the Imperius Curse, after that, they are destined to fall into repeated tug-of-war.

The Imperius Curse is not a spell that can be easily used even by adult wizards with NEWTs-level charm certificates. There are dozens of Death Eaters who can make up a hundred people who can use it proficiently. William is already giving it to him. They estimated it according to the upper limit.

The repetitiveness of human politics, the complex internal affairs organization, and the resistance formed by ordinary wizards are enough to make the Death Eaters, who are absolutely inferior in number, trapped in the dilemma of fighting fires everywhere.

It is true that they can control the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, and wizards who have a little understanding of British politics will control the whip of the ruling party, the party chairman, the ministers of the cabinet, and even the idiots of the upper and lower houses. Members.

But the civil servants in Whitehall, MI5, the opposition party, and even the non-existent MI6 are all destined to play a very obvious role in restraining them, eventually exposing the existence of wizards and getting involved in a witch hunt of unprecedented scale in the new century in action.

"If I'm not Quirrell, then who am I?"

Quirrell laughed.

"John Tiny. I'm just curious, hasn't Tom Riddle discovered your existence?"

William expressed his confusion.

"Who? Who's John Tye?"

Hagrid asked Lupine in a rough voice, but Lupine also shook his head in doubt, indicating that he didn't know - the era of John Dee has passed hundreds of years, and his status has never been considered The wizarding world admits.

Quirrell is John Dee. Of course, this seems to be a far-fetched idea, but even Voldemort can make Horcruxes. John Dee, who has so far been unparalleled in the field of soul research, thought of some ways to Extending one's own life does not seem to be a new discovery.

What's more, John Dee himself is also a Hermetic alchemist, and he also has very rich research in various fields such as occultism, human anatomy, mathematics, astronomy, etc. Compared with Voldemort, he is obviously more Qualified to be the Dark Lord.

"I didn't know you'd researched this much, but I still prefer to be called 'Doctor.'"

When William called out his name, John Tiey's voice showed a trace of surprise and anger, "Riddle is naturally a good opponent, but he is too arrogant, and he doesn't even bother to spend some energy investigating.
I just used a little trick to make him think I was just a memory. "

John Tiey laughed out loud.

"Peter Pettigrew is also your hands and feet?"

William thought of the anomaly he showed after catching Peter Pettigrew that night—that method was so weird that it didn't seem to be from Voldemort's handwriting.

"Peter Pettigrew?! Is he still alive?!"

Hagrid shouted loudly, but was quickly stopped by Lupine.Hearing this name, Lupine also had a turmoil in his heart, but he also knew that now was not the time to pursue these things.

"That little mouse you found? That Riddle thought it was me who wanted to tear up the agreement, and ran out of the castle at night to threaten me. It's really boring."

John Tee answered frankly.

"It's not complicated, is it? Memories are like paper stored in the soul. When they are complete, they don't need much space, but if you take the initiative to tear them into countless pieces, the space occupied will increase greatly, and there is no rule to be found in it."

A piece of A4 paper and hundreds of pieces of paper torn from an A4 paper may occupy the same space in extreme cases, but in practice, hundreds of pieces of paper can easily fill a whole sheet table.

"Join me and I will teach you all this. I also need your help in establishing a new era of wizards-this era is full of things that I can't understand, but born in this era , and even you who are leading this era are different.”

John Tee extended an invitation again.

Under his control, the trolls and werewolves had already surrounded the centaur camp, and the huge shadow looked particularly terrifying outside the firelight.There was a sour, burnt smell in the air, as if rotting meat was roasting.

"You are Heisenberg, aren't you?"

John Tee dropped a bombshell.

"Merlin!"

Penello, who was using a spell to take care of the injured centaur, suddenly turned his head and looked at William. He was Heisenberg's words - which of course explained too many things.

But when I think of the acquaintance on the train
"Kill me."

Penello inexplicably expected both William's affirmation of "Qiello" and his denial of "Qiello".

Lupine only frowned slightly. He had heard of the name "Heisenberg", but he didn't really know him.

Before being invited by Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts, he had been busy with temporary jobs and had no energy to learn about Heisenberg.

"If that even counts as a 'job'."

He shook his head slightly, shaking some irrelevant thoughts out of his mind, took a deep breath of the somewhat pungent air, and forcibly pulled himself together—for William, a student, Lupine had higher expectations in his heart.

He hoped to see the miracle happen again.

"I think." William didn't give a direct yes or no answer, but raised his wand, "We shouldn't waste the whole night here, chatting about unrelated things."

He saw a green mark rising above the forest in the distance.

When it appears, it means that the Weasley brothers have led the house-elves to temporarily control the spreading fire—this is not a difficult task for wizards, they just need to use The magic spell cuts down the tree, and the dead branches and leaves are cleaned up with the disappearing spell, and a circle of isolated space can be created in no time.

"What you've been waiting for has come to fruition?"

John Tiey also showed a smile. When William was talking to him to delay the time, he was not idle, but controlled those stupid servants to surround the camp.

"Attack."

With a wave of his hand, he signaled the trolls and werewolves to attack.In John Tiey's view, William could rely on only a few dozen centaurs, a wizard, a student, and a ridiculously tall fool.

"Collect a few more wizard souls, and I will be able to complete this body and regain my mastery of magic."

John Dee planned with ease, he agreed to cooperate with Riddle's actions, just to find such a suitable opportunity to complete his "anointing" ceremony.Anointing naturally refers to anointing the head of the anointed with oil or sesame oil to make him accept a certain position, but the regenerated he wants to go further than his past self.

"The soul of the wizard is the anointing, the blood of the blessed free soul is flesh, and the curse is bone."

Even though hundreds of years have passed, he still clearly remembers, in those blurred dreams, listening to the rhythm of those majestic voices talking to each other——John Tee wanted to join in it so much, that's why he created "Angel's Words".

Just as John Tiey was looking forward to watching the crazy werewolves rush into the camp, trying to tear apart the flesh and blood of the centaur and wizard, he suddenly saw streaks of bright light.

The roaring sounded continuously, and the ground let out an overwhelmed whine, and the corrupted flesh of the werewolf was torn apart and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)