The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts ~

"Task completed, settlement is in progress, please wait".

"All great times will come to an end, just as all kings will die." In faraway Northern Ireland, a young Asian girl with dyed brown hair sat on the edge of the window sill on the fifth floor of the castle, swaying her legs and looking at the snowy scenery in the distance.

"You finally woke up, a traitor who betrayed your brother."

The arctic poppies in the garden are still blooming brilliantly.

"Ms. Hekmedia, this deal is over"? The military attache of the embassy in France, Chen Guoming, came down from the upstairs. After seeing everyone in Hekmedia, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, it's over." Hekmedia breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the sound of the piano from upstairs, and then said, "Chengfei grabbed the fighter plane, Shen Fei grabbed the helicopter order, and Beigong grabbed the tank order". .....

"Uh, this one." Chen Guoming was at a loss for words, "Miss Hekmedia, you should have no chance of winning Tanzania's arms order with us"......

"I know there's no chance of winning," Hekmedia shrugged, "so I'm not here to sell arms this time."

"The income from selling grain and wine this time is roughly equal to half a corvette, and the coffee, cocoa and tobacco we purchased can be sold for at least four times the price after secondary processing."

"Please call us Zirol Agricultural Company, thank you."

It seems that the arms business is not good these days... Chen Guoming thought to himself.

No, no, you can make more money from reselling agricultural products than selling arms.

Why don't NORINCO try to think about transformation? .

"I'm sorry to disturb you Hekmedia, but is your son okay now?" Snape behind him decided to take the risk of being beaten to remind his senior.

"I think he should be practicing the piano upstairs now, my dear junior Snape." Hekemelia stepped up, rubbed Snape's head lovingly, and then walked towards the normal look. On the desk next to him, he pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands vigorously. "You can take this undead man up there, if you're interested."

In fact, Zhang Qi half a minute ago was still staring at the military thorn in his hand in a daze.

So how did you bring this thing out of the hallucination caused by spiritual vision? Do you want to get out of the system and explain it?

"The settlement is complete, and the reward has been issued."

"Get the reward - Dragon's Blood"

describe:

From the blood of a king, in addition to the efficacy of a normal hybrid, it can also make you invulnerable to all poisons.

Introduction: There should be no purer blood than you in this world.

Friendly reminder: Dumbledore is downstairs, have you figured out what to do?

"wdnmd". Zhang Qi was frightened and cursed out a dirty word.

If this old man who doesn't talk about martial arts used Legilimency on himself, wouldn't he want to spend the rest of his life in Nurmengard to accompany that scumbag man who raised his pants and didn't recognize him?

No, no, no, you have to look a little like it.

Zhang Qi almost rolled and crawled off the reclining chair on the balcony and climbed to the piano in the living room with both hands and feet.

Then he encountered a new problem.

What tune are you playing?

"Then play one that will give you courage."  …

"Well, do you think this poor owl can be saved, Severus"? Dumbledore pointed to an owl whose feathers had been scorched on the ground, scratched his head and said.

Here's the poor messenger owl, apparently not recognizing the French and Chinese words "High Voltage Danger Do Not Touch", and slammed into the power grid on the embassy wall.

"I think it's useless." Snape sniffed, smelling the smell of barbecue. "It's probably overcooked."

"And remember to take Zhang Qi's admission letter. If he delays his admission, Hekmedia will not mind hanging you and the poor owl on it, my dear Headmaster Dumbledore." . Snape paused, then said, "The fully cooked kind..."

"Forget it, I like to eat steaks that are medium rare." The old man stood up decisively and patted his robe, holding a charred admission notice in his hand, and walked upstairs .

After knocking on the door, the piano sound with a trace of murderous intent stopped abruptly.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." A boy's voice came from inside, showing calm and maturity that should not belong to this age.

Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked into the room.

The room is very large, about 150 square meters, but the decoration is not luxurious. At first glance, all the furniture is solid wood, and the scented candles placed on the small booth not far away filled the whole room with the fragrance of wormwood.

In the center of the room was a huge grand piano. The owner of the room was standing in front of the piano, smiling and looking at the door.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." Zhang Qi bowed slightly to show respect, and then continued towards Snape:

"Hello, Godfather."

Dumbledore began to look carefully at the child in front of him.

A typical mixed-race appearance, with black hair and yellow skin. But the difference is that the left eye of the child in front of him is blue, while the right eye is golden. When he met the golden eye, Dumbledore felt as if he saw a Hungarian wasp spreading its wings and growling silently at him.

There was a tingling pain in his mind, which was a manifestation of mental suppression.

"It's over, it's over, I forgot to close the golden pupil"! Only then did Zhang Qi realize what a stupid thing he had done, and he hurriedly controlled himself to extinguish his right eye.

"I think you need to be scrutinized, boy." Dumbledore took a step back and turned to look at Snape behind him. "Excuse me, Severus."

"The flow of magic power is normal. The abnormality in his eyes just now should be the condensation of energy clumps caused by the riot of magic power." Snape waved his wand, then quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the cuff of his robe.

Just now he saw something very terrifying, that huge white figure tied to a bronze pillar...

"It's causing you trouble." Zhang Qi bowed his head in apology, and his alienated right eye quickly turned brown again.

"I heard stories about you when I was very young." The three were seated, Zhang Qi served two glasses of juice, and then said.

"Oh"? Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes with interest, and continued to ask: "I'm a broken old man who is about to go to the ground, and there is still a story"?

"It was told to me by a cousin of mine in China, her name is Xu Lin, and that story was about the International Conference of Wizards and Wizards more than 10 years ago"......

"Pfft!"

Dumbledore almost spit out the juice he had just drank in his mouth again, cursing without exaggeration. That joint meeting left a deep impression on him.

Through that meeting, he had a profound understanding of the intricate kinship network of Chinese wizards, and he also understood the truth of what it means to be a young man and an old man.

Fortunately, dear Comrade Nicholas Flamel is the younger generation of the old monsters on the opposite side. They have given Niko enough face. For the sake of being a 100-year-old old man, they did not hang themselves. Get up, literally.

The not-so-lucky director of the Oro Operations Department of the United States was stripped of only a pair of underwear, and then hung upside down on the spire of the Eiffel Tower by a rope for more than 4 hours.

Then after returning to China, I didn't even dare to put a fart...

"This is your admission letter." Seeing Dumbledore coughing while covering his throat, Snape tried his best to keep his face from laughing.

"Thank you godfather." Zhang Qi took the charred parchment with both hands, sniffled, and frowned.

"Something happened to the owl that delivered the letter." Snape said succinctly, and then turned his head to one side, keeping his unbearable smile away from Zhang Qi's sight.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Magic Federation, President of the Wizarding Association, First-Class Magician of the Merlin Order)

Dear Zhang Qi:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment

surface. The semester is scheduled to start on September 1. We will be waiting for your reply from your owl by July 31st. vice

Principal (female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

First year freshmen need:

1. Three sets of plain work gowns (black)

2. A plain pointed hat (black) worn during the day

3. A pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or similar materials)

4. A winter cloak (black, silver buckle)

Please note: All student clothing must be marked with a name tag

[textbook]

All students are required to prepare the following books:

"Standard Spells, Elementary" by Mirada Gorshak

History of Magic by Bassida Bagshot

"Theory of Magic" by Adebe Waughlin

The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emory Swich

"A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" by Phyrida Spohr "Magic Potions and Potions" by Arsenis Giger

"Monsters and Their Origin" by Newt Scamander

"The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" by Quentin Chambers

Other equipment:

a magic wand,

A large pot (white wax product, size 2) a set of glass or crystal bottles

a pair of telescopes

A brass scale

Students may also bring an owl, a cat or a toad.

Parents must be aware that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own brooms.

I don't know how many times I've read this online novel in my last life, and every author likes to take this piece of water. Zhang Qi secretly complained in his heart.

"Is there anything you want to ask? My child." The old man drank the remaining juice.

"Can we be accommodating here?" Zhang Qi stretched his finger to the part of the broom, "I have a pretty good broom that I want to take to school."

"I think there should be no problem. Professor Dumbledore shouldn't mind these little things, right?" Hekmedia walked in from the door at some point, and said meaningfully with a threatening tone.

"In principle, it can't be done, but"... Dumbledore glanced at Hekmedia's extremely kind eyes, swallowed, and continued. : "But it's not impossible to break an example"...

"Child, have you previewed the spell in the textbook?" The old man decided to change the subject.

"I don't know any of the life type." Zhang Qi shrugged helplessly, "But there are still a few fighting type. After all, it's not fair here."

The crowd fell silent for a while.

"It's okay child, Hogwarts is relatively safe." Dumbledore said kindly.

I believe in you! Zhang Qi roared wildly in his heart.

There was Voldemort in the first grade.

There are basilisks in the second grade~www.mtlnovel.com~ There are dementors in the third grade.

The death of my dear senior Cedric in the fourth grade was a tragedy.

In the fifth grade there is Urumqi... Oh, it is Urumqi.

In the sixth and seventh grades, the entire magic world fell directly...

Oh, yes, Dumbledore died in fifth grade.

You call this security?

Is there anyone who knows safety better than you?

In her heart, she complained wildly, but she couldn't show it on her face. Zhang Qi tried her best to keep the expression on her face unchanged, and continued: "I'm going to take a few days off soon after school starts."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked strangely.

"There is an invitation from the Chinese Metaphysics Association." Zhang Qi deliberately made the words Chinese Metaphysics Association very clear.

Dumbledore vomited three liters of blood.

Big brother, don't make it short, okay?

"It's getting late, I hope you can get a Gryffindor when school starts." The old man got up to say goodbye.

"Don't even think about it," Hekmedia said coldly from behind.

"If you dare to operate behind the scenes, I'll find Bai Niangniang to settle your principal's office."

"Oh, that's right. I'm also quite acquainted with Lin Zhengying, the president of the last Chinese Profound Art Association. Mr. Lin has wanted to beat you for a long time."

Dumbledore in the corridor staggered under his feet.

Brother, let's not make it short, okay?

Dumbledore almost fled the embassy area.

Except for Zhang Qi, no one noticed that the spice in the skeleton-shaped smoking bottle that Hekmelia was holding was still burning, exuding a strange and intoxicating smell.

And Hekmedia's solemn expression.

Chapter end