The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Sabiameastr?luce?tecuargint"! (What my sword recites is the hymn of silver)

The silver sword flashing with silver-white runes crossed a moon-like arc in the air and slashed towards Zhang Qi's neck!

"Go to hell, filthy blood-sucking monster! I've smelled the undisguised blood on you!"

"Qiang"!

The long sword exuding holy white light and a jet-black iron thorn collided violently. With a loud bang, the pitch-black Hogwarts auditorium instantly burst into a stream of orange-red due to the violent friction between the two weapons. of Mars!

Just when the silver sword was less than 30 centimeters away from Zhang Qi's neck, Zhang Qi had already pulled out the black sword-shaped meteorite thorn, holding the hilt in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other, carrying it vigorously with the face of the sword. Come down with this blow!

"What a great power"!

Zhang Qi jumped back two steps, and threw his right hand, which had been numb, forcibly, full of horror in his heart.

Although he is indeed a bit underestimated, the strong physical fitness obtained from the awakening of his bloodline is not comparable to normal people. Zhang Qi's current physical fitness is enough to tie with a SEAL.

But he almost missed the sword just now, and the thorn in his hand almost dropped!

The opponent is using a long sword, and he absolutely suppresses him in a spacious place like the auditorium. If he wants to win, he must run into a narrow space similar to a corridor. In this case, the opponent will not be able to use it, and he may have it. chance to win.

But that black shadow has firmly blocked his way forward, and the situation seems to have fallen into a dead end.

"Go ahead and capture it, filthy monster"!

The old man's roar came from the opposite side.

Zhang Qi reluctantly threw the army thorn on the ground, making a light clang.

Then he took out the Remington 870 shotgun from the Sicilian Mafia from the pocket on the inside of his jacket where he had cast the Space Expansion Spell.

"Crack"!

With a crisp sound, Zhang Qi pulled the bolt and pressed a red shotgun into the barrel.

Sir, times have changed!

"Throw away the long sword in your hand and raise your hands above your head"!

Zhang Qi held up the shotgun and pointed at the old man standing in front, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"Ah this"...

The old man opposite was also a little confused, but still obediently threw the silver sword in his hand on the ground.

Have all vampires started using guns these days?

"Now, put your hands above your head and stand there still"!

"Fluorescent Flickering".

Zhang Qi took out his golden nanmu wand with his left hand, and then adjusted the mechanism on the golden handle to the fifth gear, which was the one that hindered the most magic power.

The power of the fluorescent spell this time was almost equal to that of a normal patrol flashlight. The old man on the opposite side closed his eyes due to the strong light, and there was a little doubt in his heart.

The vampires can't use magic wands to cast spells like normal wizards. They usually rely on their extraordinary power and natural mind control to compete with the hunters, but the vampire in front of them successfully released a magic wand. Skilled fluorescent flashes.

This is absolutely impossible! unless......

Is this guy actually not a vampire?

When Zhang Qi's eyes took nearly a second to adjust to the sudden bright light in the dark, so that he could finally see the face of the old man on the opposite side, Zhang Qi couldn't help but let out a foul language.

"Mr. Filch"? The old man on the opposite opened his eyes suspiciously, and after getting used to the strong light, he could see the face of the man on the opposite side.

"Qi, Mr. Qirol"?

Filch also became a little flustered at this time, and his tone was a little stuttered.

Just when the two looked at each other and said nothing, there were rapid footsteps and a shrill curse on the stairs of the castle.

It was Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw. His bedroom was on the third floor. He could definitely hear such a big movement.

what to do?

Zhang Qi also began to panic at this moment, and began to look around for a place to hide.

"Quick! Hide under the long table, Mr. Zirol, I will handle the rest"!

Filch lowered his voice and said very anxiously.

Hearing this, Zhang Qi immediately silently got to the scene and turned on the meditation and held his breath. The sound of footsteps upstairs was getting closer and closer, and Professor Flitwick's shrill complaint came from the direction of the stairs not far away.

"Who's keeping people awake this night... Oh, Argus? Why are you here"?

Professor Flitwick glanced at the silver sword in Filch's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up. .

"My God! Is this the legend... No, why are you carrying a long sword in the auditorium of Hogwarts at night?"

"It's Peeves, Professor Flitwick. Today this guy stole a lot of chicken blood from the downstairs kitchen and splashed it everywhere. When I smelled the blood, I thought it was Hogwarts mixed with vampires, so I quickly came out with this sword."

"Ah, so that's the case, I will tell Slytherin's ghostly **** Sir Barrow~www.readwn.com~ to let him vent his anger on our behalf."

Professor Flitwick nodded suddenly, and then said to Mr. Filch.

"Well, but Argus, can you lend me your sword to study for a while? Sadhu's original sin is an alchemy weapon that can compete with Gryffindor's sword! If possible, I would like to call Barb. Professor Lin, her research on runes is one of the best in the UK..."

"Of course, Professor Flitwick, but tomorrow you should have your first class at 8 am. If you want to borrow this sword, you can come to me in the afternoon, but remember to return it before the lights go out at night, after all I want to keep these **** safe, even though they keep throwing stinky dung all over the place."

Filch responded to Flitwick's request with a grumbling tone, and ranted about Gryffindor's Weasley twins.

"Oh, thank you so much Argus, I'll invite you and Hagrid to go to Moghold's bar for a drink on another day off, I'll treat you"!

Professor Flitwick thanked Filch happily, and the two chatted for a while, and then Professor Flitwick said that it was not too late, and he had to go back to catch up. class.

Out of a cautious attitude, Zhang Qi never dared to get out from under the long table, even though he had been opening his own Word Spirit, Mizhao.

After all, Professor Flitwick is a very powerful wizard, and he is the professor of the Hogwarts Charms class. His understanding of the Illusory Charm must be higher than others.

Code of Conduct Article 1: Never take any risks

Zhang Qi relied on this principle in his last life and won the first place in the whole grade in the subject of lurking and disguise.

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