Alchemist Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The lorth magician and the alchemist were the only ones left, and the alchemist had been useless in the fight since it began. “What dose of mutagen is this? He is more beast than man?!” The lorth mage asked his alchemist. “I'm not familiar with this elixir; it must be his creation,” the alchemist said. The lorth mage asked rhetorically, "What are you good for, you moron?" The cloud dissipated, and Rhaizen Gale emerged. His arms had ripped his shirt sleeves and his legs had pulled his trousers apart.

As they pushed the door open, the sweet scent of incense wafted towards them. Inside, the house was dimly lit by candles, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Strange, metallic instruments littered the room, along with vials of bubbling potions and strange, mystical objects. The alchemist himself sat at a large wooden table in the center of the room, surrounded by books and scrolls. "Welcome," he said, his voice gravelly and deep. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Nathan stepped forward, his sword still held tightly in his hand. "We seek your knowledge," he said firmly. "We need your help to defeat a great evil."

“Um! Sorry about that…it's just you look like a healthy man. “The alchemist market. Know anything about it?” I grit glaring at him. “It's right there but you can't see it with your physical eyes. You have to take a herb to find out and we sell it here.” he says, his brown set of teeth revealing cockily. I'm not surprised. I was prepared for this. I give him money without arguing. He collects it with a smirk, walks inside and returns with a bottle. “Take this once you get to that signpost and you will see where to enter.”

"And word's already spreading you're here. Council sympathizers are everywhere." Jamie thanks her and they descend deeper. The third level is darker, less crowded. The alchemist's shop is at the end of a long corridor. Inside, an ancient man tends to bubbling potions. He doesn't look up when they enter. "Phoenix ash. Fresh or preserved?" His voice is dry as dust. "Whichever works fastest to cure dragon poison." Now he looks up. His eyes are milky white, blind but somehow seeing everything. "Dragon poison. Rare. Expensive to cure. Do you have payment?"

He was wearing a badge on his chest. James had no idea what the badges entailed. So, he asked Yevpraksiya in whispers. She answered, “Mr. Caden, he’s an alchemist at the Sage Rank’s Tenth Grade.” Meanwhile, the approaching alchemist looked at James and asked, “Are you the one who wishes to sell your elixir?” “Yes.” James nodded. The alchemist at the Sage Rank’s Tenth Grade scrutinized James from head to toe. Seeing that James was dressed ordinarily and did not look like someone with a high-quality elixir, he became arrogant and said coldly, “Follow me.”

And the temple became a kind of laboratory for alchemists. Even Hayden also gave humans as guinea pigs for the alchemists. Until finally, created a shape-shifting potion, which he named polyjuice. But the potion cannot be used on just anyone as they started to melt, or died suddenly. The only one who managed to drink the potion and stay alive was Dylan.

She didn't look like a woman who accepted her position in life at all. After looking at her from head to toe, he said, "Senior Sister, I am Qin Haodong. What's the matter?" The woman's eyes lit up when she saw Qin Haodong's handsome face. She said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Hu Mei'er, a third-grade student of our Tortoise Academy. I am also an Alchemist." "I heard that Junior Brother’s alchemy skills are very outstanding and you have already obtained the medal of the Level Five Alchemist, so I'd like you to give me some advice on alchemy. Would you help me?"

It was me and Kris, up against a room filled of atleast 10 sorcerers and The Herbalist alchemist, then another 10 to 20 witches that began scurrying out the large lab room. A familiar scent that made my blood crawl flooded my nostrils faintly, then it disappears. I stopped in my tracks at the unwanted scent I thought I would never smell again. Why would she be here? "BAHM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Yelled a ferocious Kris in our mind-link. There was roots and branches wrapped all around my body. I didn't even noticed I was being manipulated by the alchemist. In a blind rage I used my free hand to reach back and penetrate my spine, pulling her out.

All from Nate’s response that wasn’t that surprise upon hearing it, nor having the reply to have some clarification for a thing and two about what happened during that time. “Somehow.” His clear response. “Well, I already knew that there is wrong about him in the first place. His charm and smile, especially that way that he is asking for Daniela’s attention. His wanted that is rather unusual for someone who adores the Maiden. Things that I find it all odd, not to mention, he is not one of us, but rather with the blood of an alchemist that he once claims to be.” Nate’s explanation, his doubts and warry about Harry that he only kept to himself for quite a long time.

Hunter's POV The pungent scent of bubbling chemicals surrounded me as I carefully measured out powders and tinctures into the alembic on my workbench. This latest experimental formula needed to distill for a full month before being viable, but all initial signs were promising. If successful, just a small dose could temporarily bestow a mortal with a dragon's keen senses and preternatural speed. An invaluable edge for my human allies in the coming conflicts. But rushing the delicate alchemical process now would court only disaster and wasted time. Patience and precision were vital.