HP Alternative Conquest

In the clean and white laboratory, the only things with color in the space are the hair color of the people passing by, and the reacting object that is violently vibrating and colliding. "Professor Orser, you must leave immediately." An assistant walked up to the silver-haired man, who was flipping through something, muttering non-stop.

"Professor Orser." The assistant was stunned. Every time he was stared at by those purple eyes, he would forget to say something. He was still flipping through the huge notebook. Seeing that the assistant didn't respond, Orser lowered his head to look up "The experiment can't be stopped. I can do it again, I remember that the meteorite in the museum is still well preserved, I want to submit the alternative plan, and I can’t let them follow our method. You go first, I have time.”

After speaking, a thrust pushed the assistant to the door, and Orser looked at the initial reaction equation and raised his eyebrows, "It's so long." Before he had time to think about it, he quickly started typing. The reaction of the equation was extremely complicated, but in Orser's hands It jumps across the screen as if it appeared automatically.

Suddenly, there was a white light in front of Orser's eyes, and the fingers that were still tapping dissipated in the movement.Outside the laboratory, everyone who had escaped fell to the ground one after another. The violent vibration caused fine cracks to appear on the ground, and the laboratory that used to work had been reduced to ashes.

"professor!"

With a howl, Orser felt that he had regained his eyesight. The computer screen in front of him was white, but the equation was still displayed on the screen. Hurry up, Orser focused all his attention on it, and with a crisp explosion, Orser found himself He seemed to be lying somewhere, and the severe pain from his feet made him lose consciousness instantly.

At this time, Dumbledore was fascinated by the blood on his hands, and Sirius ran over, "Professor, where is Little Chad?" Seeing the blood on Dumbledore's hands, Sirius almost went crazy, "Who is it! "Who can attack his poor little godson at the hands of Dumbledore!

"I'm afraid," Dumbledore recalled the fluctuation of magic power just now, his eyes flickered, "As you can see, Little Chad was taken away. It used black magic that I don't know about. Where is Harry?"

Sirius sat on the ground dejectedly, "Harry, I gave it to Hagrid to take little Harry to his aunt's house." Dumbledore took out his wand, "Siris, you have to believe me, Voldemort is dead , we will rescue Little Chad, the first priority is to find Peter Pettigrew, only he knows where the Death Eaters will finally meet."

The man who stood up abruptly from the ground had angry eyes, turned around, and a big dog disappeared into the darkness.

Dumbledore stood in front of the ruins and waved his wand, restoring the buildings destroyed by the Death Eaters and their master Voldemort to their original state. Unfortunately, the life inside remained forever at the moment of destruction just now.

With a crisp crackling sound, Dumbledore Apparated to Privet Drive, took out the Deluminator, and started to ring.

The celebration in the wizarding world lasted all night, and at this time, when the academician of the Royal Academy of Sciences opened the door, he found a baby with a pale face lying on the test bench, whose pants and lower half of the top were already soaked in blood.

"Oh, God!" The alarm was sounded, and the guards came quickly.Academician Wen Sen picked up the child, "Go and call the doctor, he is still alive!"

Wen Sen looked at the baby in his arms, who had such a cruel heart to attack such a young child, but that pale little face revealed an unusual calmness at this moment.

A few minutes later, the doctor who arrived carefully opened his clothes. The situation inside made him gasp. On the other side, enough plasma was ready to be tied. "Academician, we have to go back to the hospital for an examination to see if we can recover from such an injury." The bones of both feet were shattered, and the whole lower leg seemed to have undergone huge squeezing and twisting. It can be said that it is very rare to be able to remain intact at this moment situation.Dr. Allen swore that if he caught the person who attacked the one-year-old child, he would send him to the execution platform himself.

"It must be cured, the child is still so young." Wen Sen watched the doctors take the child away, then turned around and walked to the monitoring room. The monitoring of the laboratory is set up separately, and only academicians have the right to read it.Wen Sen couldn't help being curious, not to mention anything else, just saying that the layers of defense could not be broken, he needed to know how this child appeared.

In Melentine Hospital, those who hurried past ignored the curious eyes of the patients next to them, and carried the bloody child to the X-ray room.As soon as the video came out, Alan's expression was serious, "Prepare for the operation immediately, hurry up." The X-ray showed that the child's bones were only broken and cracked, not shattered as imagined, which proved that there was hope for treatment.

The nurses immediately prepared the operating room. The laughing gas mask used for anesthesia had already been hung on the child's face. Behind the huge mask, the child's face appeared calmer. If it weren't for the weak breathing, Allen would have thought he was dead.

When Orser regained consciousness, he found his feet were stiff and painful. Could it be that the laboratory exploded?Opening his eyes, he saw the white ceiling and the extra conspicuous paper cranes that would never appear in the laboratory. Orser closed his eyes in despair.Opening it again, Oser found that not only his feet were abnormal, but his whole body seemed to be missing a lot. Could it be that he was set up as a man-made man?Thinking of this, Oser turned his head and found his short, baby-like hands.

The great shock caused Oser to breathe heavily, and a soft female voice came, "Are you awake? Is there some pain? Let's bear it, I—oh, God, your eyes." Oser Frowning, how did this kind of yelling female nurse get into the hospital.The nurse pressed the button to call the doctor, then looked at Orser on the bed with pity. "It'll be alright, baby, it'll be alright."

Orser's eyebrows frowned even tighter, "My purple eyes are natural, don't make a fuss, now, nurse, please tell me, where am I?"

As soon as the words came out, Orser realized something was wrong, when did he become so immature, and, Orser blinked, the extremely young hand just now was not a hallucination!God, how could you do this to me!Breathing calmly, Orser waited for the nurse to recover from the shock that his body, which was still a toddler, could speak clearly and fluently,

The nurse pinched the collar on her chest, as if this would allow her to get more oxygen, she hurriedly said, "You are in the hospital, child, the doctor will be here soon."

As if confirming the nurse's words, footsteps were heard outside the door, and then the door of the ward was pushed open. Alan came in, and Oser was looking at each other. "Oh! God!"

In the reflection of the doctor's approaching stethoscope, Orther saw his young self.And his eyes, the left eye was so congested that it might have been mistaken for blindness, but he swore he had nothing to do with his left eye just now.It's just that the color close to ruby ​​is a little too deep. Although it is undeniably beautiful, who would believe that this eye can still see things.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Allen asked the nurse on the side.The nurse shook her head, "You can ask him yourself, really."

Orser sighed softly, and said before Allen got angry, "That's it, sir, can you tell me first, where am I?"

Allen looked at Orser in surprise, "God, incredible! This child, he...you are in the hospital now, Melentine Hospital."

"Am I still in England?" Forgive him for his age, but the doctor still couldn't pronounce the word clearly.Allen nodded, and then saw the child fall into a coma again.

Before passing out, Oser thought, maybe this is a dream.

Two years later, Mr. Bazel Slater, who was sitting in the library of the hospital, calmly manipulated the power in his body to remove the last trace of red from his eyes, and the restored purple eyes looked mysterious and dreamy, as if there was a vast world inside. The universe is amazing at a glance.

And the power that finally merged with him also allowed him to completely accept the memories and abilities in that piece of soul.Like, the magic that put him through a year of rehab, Apparition.

Yes, Bazel, our former Professor Orser, has found himself in a world where a human being can possess a supernatural power.This had to make Bazel so surprised that he was at a loss, and the reason why Bazel discovered all this was because he realized that what was sealed in his eyes was a conscious soul body.

And in order not to be devoured by this remnant soul, Bazel could only choose to devour this guy little by little.And because of this damaged soul body, he was able to grasp some basic information about this world when he first came to this world, such as the existence of wizards and magic.To be honest, this is a bit surprising. Bazel has never been curious about things that science can't explain before, but now, not only his accidental possession, but even the wizard who once only existed in legends has come out. It has to be said that this made Bazel very interested.

However, there are not many useful things in Remnant Soul.Barzel says that, despite the megalomaniac proclamations, there is still something intellectually advisable about it.

As the high-heeled shoes approached lightly, Bazel let several tomes that were not within his reading scope fly back to their original places, and then flipped through them with a book of basic medical chemistry.He had only seen this old version in museums. "Bazel, you're reading again."

A woman in elegant clothes took the book away from Bazel's hand in dissatisfaction. Bazel looked up and said with a bright smile, "Good day, Mom."

Mrs. Slater nodded. "Good day, my child. Why are you still sitting on the ground, do you want your father to see?"

Thinking of the adoptive father with a serious face but a soft heart, Bazel shuddered, and immediately stood up from the ground. With a five-headed figure, he arranged his clothes into a standard appearance.With a polite smile on his face, he lifted his chin slightly.

"That's right, we are leaving. Your father has already invited Academician Wensen to have afternoon tea. Also, your homework will start at [-] pm today. Mrs. Compbert, who teaches you, has something to do, so it will be late." One o'clock." Mrs. Slater ordered softly, and there was no loud echo in the silent library.Bazel nodded, "Okay, Mom."

In his mind, Bazel remembered the Royal Academy of Sciences, which was almost the same as the later generations. If this was the case, he could ask Academician Wensen to take him in again.After all, that's where Bazel first appeared, isn't it?Smiling unconsciously, Bazel followed Mrs. Slater steadily.

"Bazel, are you hiding in the library again?" Dr. Allen squatted down / habitually looked along Bazel's calf, and nodded.

"The books in the library are like Dr. Allen's vacation to me. I have to seize all the time to enjoy it." There is a polite smile on Bazel's small face, which may be because of the exercise brought by rehabilitation. He is much taller than children of the same age, but his face does not have the baby fat of children of this age, but looks a little thin. Those who don't know think that the Slaters treat him badly.But Allen knew very well that the couple had been fascinated by the child since the first time they saw Bazel, who was wearing a blindfold and insisted on doing rehabilitation.

"Are you reminding me that it's time to give Dr. Allen a vacation?" A magnetic voice sounded from behind, with a pair of purple eyes similar to Bazel's, but with the smoothness of an accident and the sharpness of power.The tall man looked at his adopted son with a smile, and said he was an adopted son, but looking at those eyes and his height enough to be misunderstood as genetic, Mr. Alston Slater even began to wonder if this was the product of his own accident. Of course, it is absolutely impossible in terms of age. If Bazel is more than ten years older, Alston interrupted the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

"No, father, I don't want to be scolded to death by Grandpa Wensen." Bazel's funny eyes made Alan unable to even get angry.Squeezing Bazel's small face that could hardly be pinched, "Jazz's body is normal, do you still want to go for a physical fitness test?"

"No need for Uncle Allen, my father still has an appointment in the afternoon, I will come and do it myself if I have the chance." Bazel looked serious, knowing that his father would not show his soft side outside.Sure enough, upon hearing this, Mr. Slater just frowned and didn't say anything.

"Okay then." Allen shrugged regretfully, "Have a good day."

The author has something to say: Although I haven't finished writing it, but it's been too long... I'm a little embarrassed, um, it will be updated from time to time, just to play with others. . .Updates are absolutely irregular