The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

At 8 p.m. GMT, when Zhang Qi completed the thrilling branch of Hogwarts and was finally able to sit down and enjoy the food, there was a 4-hour time difference on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It's time to clock in and get off work.

Just as Congressional Security Director Epley Root sorted his papers, locked his office door, and was about to go home for a good drink, a paper airplane in the Hall of Prophecy informed him that he was going to Congressional Director Shilling. Report to Picquiri's office.

Epeli Root shook his head a little dejectedly, and got on the elevator to the top floor.

Seraphina Picquiri's granddaughter, Shirin Picquili, was elected as the director of the United States Magical Congress 5 years ago by the elders of Congress, and built the United States Prophecy Hall in imitation of the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic.

Although the search with the entire United States for prophets of prophetic blood has cost a lot of tax dollars every year, and has caused dissatisfaction with the Lord of Congress, the accurate predictions provided by the Hall of Prophecy have silenced all opponents. These congressional gentlemen who have witnessed the actual effect of the Hall of Prophecy had to complain while spending a lot of money in pain.

"Director, do you have something to do with me?" After the elevator door opened, Epeli Root straightened his collar and said to Shirin, who was talking solemnly with Yinmo Perrin, the director of the Prophecy Hall.

"Yes," Shirin Picquili nodded to Yinmo Perrin, "The Hall of Prophecy has received a new prophecy again."

"what type is it"? Epeli Root's attitude has also become more correct, and he knows in his heart that the Hall of Prophecy should have made something big this time.

"The Hall of Prophecy has received a prophecy about the destruction of the Magical Congress of the United States this time."

"Destroyed"? Epeli Root opened his mouth in surprise and asked incredulously.

"Yes, this time the matter is very serious." Perrin replied in his unfeeling voice, "The lonely queen who sank in the sea has reappeared, the monarch of the earth came to this world a few months ago, and the two ancient emperors have already met. When white lovers, all things in the world will sing their awakening."

"Damn, can you stop talking riddles"? Epeli Root grabbed Perrin by the neck and roared in his face.

"enough"! Picquiri knocked off the security chief's hand, "The original text of the fable is very long, I'll translate it for him."

"Some unknown evil that could threaten the security of the Magic Congress has descended on the British Isles, possessing two children who have not yet entered school. These two children have been admitted to Hogwarts for two years. The Triwizard Tournament after that is when they're most likely to break out, but also when they're weakest. But if we don't manage to get rid of them after two years, it'll be us at the end of the fourth grade year for those two kids It's the last chance."

"As for the monarch of the earth, the lonely queen and the lover of black and white, the decipherers of the Prophecy Hall are trying their best, but I don't think there will be any results."

"Okay, Director Root, this folder contains the plan of Congress, and those old vampires asked us to execute it unconditionally." Picquiri sighed and handed Root a kraft paper bag covered with red lacquer. "To be honest, this is not a humane thing, I just feel sick after watching it."

Root opened the folder and began to watch it carefully. Looking at it, his knuckles turned pale due to the force, but this didn't stop the trembling of his hands and the huge disgusting feeling in his heart.

"This is just nonsense"! Root threw the document on the side table and cursed angrily.

"Having abomination parasitize a Muggle battleship, and let a living person be swallowed and assimilated by abomination in order to control the battleship through his brain, who the **** came up with the idea? I won't let me The team members under his command go to die for these old vampires in Congress!"

"I preside over this plan." Perrin replied with a blank face, "Also, you don't need to let the Aurors under you die. Because a large number of human experiments in the Hall of Prophecy have shown that only children with pure hearts can control hatred, so the pilot of this ship Primary elections will be held at Ilvermorny School."

"You...you're going to kill an innocent child"? Root couldn't believe his ears.

"The lords in Congress have gone crazy," Picquiri sighed helplessly. "The current Magic Congress of the United States is already waning, and if things go on like this, we may lose the qualifications to fight against Scarlet Shenzhou militarily in a few years. But if, I mean, if this warship can be successfully manufactured and sea trials are carried out. , then the Magical Congress of the United States may re-establish itself as the most powerful magical regime in the world."

"Yes, but this is murder"! Root roared angrily.

"I'm sorry, Director Root. But the MPs have already purchased the British retired battleship Rodney as early as 1948. We have invested a lot of human, material and financial resources in the early stage of this project, and want us to abandon her now. Absolutely impossible." Perrin answered Root's protest in his unfeeling voice ~www.readwn.com~ Okay, Mr. Root. You are the Auror of the Magical Congress, and it is your responsibility to enforce the decisions of the Congress. So please execute the order".

Shirin Picquili stared directly at the sun that was about to set on the horizon outside the window, trying to calm down his tone.

"But..." Root, who had not given up, still wanted to say something.

"There's nothing wrong with it, Mr. Root. This is our destiny as those in power. People will only remember the evil we've done, but never what we have contributed to the future of the country."

Shirin Picquili laughed at himself, and then continued:

"So please execute the order, Mr. Root."

"I understand". Epeli Root was silent for a long time, and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth. "I will".

"Then Mr. Perrin, what is the name of this plan? We have been talking about it for so long, but we still don't know the name of this plan."

"Congress named the plan 'Deep Sea', meaning that this undead warship will become the most terrifying existence in the ocean." Yin Mo Perrin's emotionless voice sounded again in the office.

"Deep sea"? Picquiri turned to look at the dim sunset outside the window, the color was dim like rancid blood.

"I hope this sun will not be the setting sun of mankind." Picquiri remembered a Muggle science fiction novel he had read recently, and said something along the way.

"Of course this will not be the sunset of mankind, but a new beginning of mankind." Yinmo Perrin, who walked out of the office without a sound, suddenly had a distorted smile on his face, which was like a paralysis.

"May the night last forever".

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