The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

A transparent hard barrier enveloped all the new Slytherin students.

"This game is actually very simple. Use a wand to knock down everyone around you until there are only two people left on the entire field. But don't worry, we have complete safety measures, and your lives will not be in danger." Farley sat in the center of the large sofa in the common room, spreading his hands gracefully.

"Then now, the game begins."

With the resounding sound of the hanging bell on the fireplace in the Slytherin lounge, most of the freshmen looked at each other, and only a few freshmen from the pure-blood family raised their wands.

"Stunned"!

With the tip of a pure-blood family's heir's wand shooting out a red light, many freshmen also raised their wands to their classmates, shooting out bright and dark rays of light.

The freshmen who were at a loss at first suffered heavy casualties, but the half-blood wizards, who had an advantage in numbers, immediately began to organize a counterattack, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

In his mouth, he whispered the obscure Longwen, and Zhang Qi, who launched "Ming Zhao" again, quickly entered the invisible state with Arito, who was almost unstable, and then the two slowly moved towards the northwest of the lounge. corners removed.

Although these first-year freshmen have not actually learned any magic, most of them are small incantations of a mischievous nature, and only a few heirs from the pure-blooded family can cast something similar to "passing out" This relatively advanced spell.

But no one should want to take a bite out of their head, right?

With his perverted physique, Zhang Qi effortlessly dragged Arito, whose legs were so frightened, to the northwest corner of the lounge.

"The courage of pure blood is so small these days"?

Arito blushed and tried to hold on to the wall of the lounge to stand up, only to put his hand on something greasy, what seemed to be someone's hair?

"Mass Illusory Body Charm"? Snape silently released his Illusory Body Curse, rubbed his aching neck, and asked Zhang Qi expressionlessly.

"That's right." Zhang Qi scratched his head and said with certainty.

If possible, Zhang Qi doesn't want anyone to know anything about his bloodline. .

"not bad". Snape nodded, giving a rare approval.

The three of them continued to squat there eating melons and watching the play.

The battle quickly came to an end. Countless freshmen who had been hit with "grinning and hula la" lay on the ground and twitched with laughter. There were also a few lucky ones who passed out after falling into a coma. There was only a frightened little wizard from a pure-blood family who was still standing on the field.

"Now there are only three of you left on the field, don't you go get your victory?" Snape reminded Zhang Qi.

"No, there are others." Zhang Qi chuckled in a low voice, and then continued: "It seems that Senior Marcus Flint still doesn't have a long memory"...

Snape was stunned for a moment, followed by a trace of red on the originally pale and bloodless face, not because of happiness or shyness, but anger.

Anger at someone who still wants to die.

"Professor, please be optimistic about the young master of the Greenglass family, I'm going to do what I need to do." Zhang Qi stood up and moved his shoulders, then released the meditation, and strode towards the center of the lounge.

Snape looked at Zhang Qi's back and nodded lightly.

"Stunned"!

As the tip of Zhang Qi's wand exploded with a red beam, the last freshman who was unprepared fell in response.

"Come out, Senior Flint." Zhang Qi walked around the lounge calmly, but the wand in his hand always pointed in one direction.

"I know where you are hiding, the Illusory Body Charm is useless to me." Zhang Qi gently flapped his nose, his sense of smell more sensitive than a police dog had already determined the location of the idiot.

"Drilling the Heart".....

"Except your weapons"!

Before Marcus Flint, who was on the opposite side, could utter that evil spell, a crimson light had already hit his chest. Marcus Flint and his wand flew out, then slammed into the barrier hard, making a bone-breaking sound.

"All petrochemical"!

"All petrochemical (cutting the heart out!

Zhang Qi walked up to Marcus Flint, who had been unable to move, and added two petrification spells, but the second one was a petrification spell on the surface, but it was actually a Cruciatus.

The petrified Marcus Flint could only endure the piercing pain, and he couldn't make a sound, so he quickly fainted.

Both the Petrification Charm and the Cruciatus Charm were red rays of light. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for others to see clearly what Charm Zhang Qi was casting.

Even if someone checked it out afterwards, it would only be attributed to Marcus Flint's own Cruciatus that had a backlash when the wand was suddenly removed, and finally hit him.

Never being soft-hearted when dealing with enemies is Hekmedia's education to Zhang Qi, and it is also his moral code in his previous life.

"Unforgivable Curse"! The senior students who were watching outside the barrier immediately exclaimed, and then neatly pulled out their wands and aimed them at Marcus, who was already unconscious.

"Are you OK"!

Snape and Arito ran over immediately, especially Snape. He has changed the indifferent image of the past, and his face has revealed indescribable anxiety and anger.

If something happened to Zhang Qi, even if Hekmedia didn't blame Snape, then Snape, who didn't take good care of his savior's son, would only have to hang himself in silence to the world.

"I remember that in the UK, after casting the Unforgivable Curse on someone, you were going to go into Azkaban, right?"

Zhang Qi was also quite frightened by the blow just now. If he was hit on the body, he would be killed or disabled.

"Yes." After confirming that Zhang Qi was fine, Snape's face became extremely gloomy, "I'll go to the headmaster. Gemma, you are responsible for arranging all the new students."

"Yes, Professor Snape." Gemma glanced at Zhang Qi quietly, and then mourned for her best friend Daphne.

It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that this new man is so handsome, you should have earned it as your brother-in-law.

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"Dumbledore"! Snape hurriedly opened the door of the principal's room and rushed in.

"What's the matter, Severus"? Dumbledore and McGonagall, who were talking, were taken aback.

"It's that stupid Marcus Flint"! Snape angrily lifted the floating spell, and Marcus, who had been petrified and stiffened, smashed to the ground with a bang.

"How dare he use the Cruciatus Curse on Hekmedia's son"! An angry roar penetrated the door of the principal's room, "That's the Unforgivable Curse, how dare he!"

"You mean that Slytherin's prefect Max Flint used Gouging the Heart on Zhang Qi"? Dumbledore's expression immediately became solemn, he walked out from behind the spacious writing desk and walked to the petrified Marcus Flint.

"Professor McGonagall". Dumbledore spoke.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips in anger. She waved the wand in her hand. The curtain of the principal's room was transformed into a small but strong chain, which tightly bound Marcus.

"Stop the curse." Dumbledore lifted the petrification spell and awakened Marcus Flint.

The sober Marcus immediately let out a scream like a pig.

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat". Snape simply shut him up.

"Well, there are traces of gouging out the bone. It is estimated that it was a backlash after being disarmed." Dumbledore came to a conclusion after careful examination.

"However, is it really backlash?" The old man thought silently in his heart.

The night outside was as pitch-black as ink, as black as the black scales of a giant dragon, just like the future of this world, with sunlight shining in the darkness.

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Zirol headquarters building late at night

"Jingle Bell".

The phone rang, and Hekmedia, who was lying on the comfortable leather chair, yawned and picked up the phone a little reluctantly.

"Hey"?

"Boss, this is the Zirol Biological Laboratory in the northern suburbs of Paris. There seems to be something wrong with the blood sample you sent." The person over the phone said hesitantly.

"What's the matter, Dr. William"? Hekmedia had some puzzled questions, because Dr. William had never been such a hesitant person. As the world's top biological science expert ~www.readwn.com~ William has always left a decisive and confident image.

"That's right, uh, did you send it wrong? The sample I have now is not a blood sample at all, but seems to be some kind of compound strong acid. The meteorite glass test tube you used to hold the sample is safe and sound, but this sample has been It has corroded several glass dishes. Are you sure that the strong acid sample used by the Ministry of Industry was not sent to me as a blood sample?"?

There was a hint of helplessness in William's voice.

The other end of the phone suddenly fell into dead silence.

"You didn't get contaminated with that sample, did you?" After a while of silence, Hekmedia asked suddenly. .

"No," William on the other end of the phone replied, "I strictly abide by the system of the Level 5 biochemical laboratory, equipped with a full set of protective equipment, and operate autonomously with machines, and will never be exposed to the laboratory environment." .

"Dispose of samples and machines as biohazardous waste, and use gasoline if hypochlorous acid does not work." Hekmedia immediately issued an order, "This matter is rotten in my stomach, understand?"

"clear"! William replied quickly. Although he was full of doubts, he didn't ask any more questions, and then hung up the phone.

Sometimes don't know what you shouldn't know, otherwise it will easily lead to death.

Putting the phone back, Hekmedia fell back on the comfortable cowhide reclining chair, staring at the fluorescent lamp above her head, lost in thought.

Because she knew that the meteorite glass test tube contained no new type of industrial strong acid at all, but fresh blood that she secretly took out of Zhang Qi's veins with a magic wand while her son was sleeping.

And it was less than 12 hours before the blood left the body.

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