The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 12

"Wow ah ah ah ah"!

"What the **** are you calling?" Hekmedia raised his hand and stared at Zhang Qi's forehead. "How old are you, you can still cry out when you have nightmares."

Nightmare? Zhang Qi slowed down and shook his head vigorously.

Oh, yes, it was indeed a dream.

But that dream was too real. Especially when he fell from the overturned bridge, the sound of "sister" sounded beside his ear...

Directly below the plane is the city of London, which has not yet fully woken up. It's 6 a.m., the street lights have been turned off, and pedestrians can already be seen hurriedly walking on the street.

"Below us is Tower Bridge." The pilot turned on the in-cabin radio and acted as a tour guide.

"Don't worry about flying your plane, Sheikh." Hekmedia said loudly towards the cockpit door, "Don't forget how you got kicked out of the Air Force".

Sheikh Hoover, a former French Air Force pilot, was expelled from the military for the crash of a Rafale experimental fighter jet due to irregular flight operations.

"Hey, don't keep mentioning that." Sheikh Hoover in the cab held up a garlic baguette in his left hand and took a hard bite.

"Anyway, welcome to London"!

"Don't worry, he's measured." Hekmedia sat on the sofa, playing with the command knife that came from the German Ministry of Magic for free.

"This plane doesn't have a parachute. If there is an accident, he won't be able to run himself."

As expected of you, you can actually think of such a bad move. Zhang Qi secretly raised his thumb in his heart.

The German Ministry of Magic is very efficient, and the Aurors on duty arrived at the scene within 5 minutes after monitoring the unknown magic fluctuations.

After recreating the scene with special alchemy powder, the duty officer expressed his deep apologies to the two and generously offered to let Hekmedia take a vampire's piece at will in addition to the bounty he deserved. Personal items. Of course, black magic items are not allowed.

So Hekmedia took the knife along.

Zhang Qi thought that the nightmare he had just had had something to do with the knife.

But this is an ordinary but very gorgeous Western sword. The only difference is that the rear end of the hilt is inlaid with an iron cross.

However, Hekmedia is knowledgeable. If she hadn't misunderstood, it should have been a first-class Iron Cross that was welded on.

What a waste!

"Here is Tower 4. Yermengard, you have been approved to land. Runway 3 has been cleared, please follow the ground lights to land."

"Welcome to London".

The British subway in the 1990s did not require security checks, so the two got on the subway smoothly.

Hekmedia's height is 1.52 meters, and the western sword is about 40 inches long, which is about one meter.

So this big knife (pseudo) loli was quickly surrounded by everyone. Fortunately, under the influence of the camouflage spell, everyone thought that Hekmedia was a somewhat famous movie actor, dressed like this to promote his new film.

There were also many young people who wanted to come and take a group photo, but they were all politely rejected.

Pedestrians began to appear one after another on the street at 7:00 in the morning. Fortunately, the two finally reached their destination before attracting more people to watch.

It's a dirty little bar, but it's strange that people passing by in a hurry don't even look at it. The bookstore on the left side of the bar and the record store on the right side were full of people, but it seemed that only Hekmedia and Zhang Qi could see the bar.

"It's here."

Pushing open the door of the bar, it was dark and messy inside. The shoes even had a sticky feel on the dirty wooden floor. However, it was very lively inside. At first glance, many people were enjoying their own calorie-explosive breakfast. The air smelled of bread, sausages, fried eggs, and sweat.

"Whirlwind Cleans".

Hekmedia covered her nose and drew out a silver-white wand. A strong whirlwind immediately swept across the entire bar, rolling the unpleasant smell out of the bar's door along with the bread crumbs on the table.

Several bundles of eyes mixed with dissatisfaction were cast here, but after seeing who was coming, the owner of the eyes immediately lowered his head.

"Heckmedisenpai"! Several wizards in beige robes immediately stood up from the dining table and raised their hands to greet them warmly. They're both active duty hitters at the British Ministry of Magic, and they're here for breakfast before it's time for work.

It seems that my mother, who is usually not very prominent, still has a certain status in the violent agency of the British Ministry of Magic.

"Count the bricks on the trash can up to three, then two horizontally, and tap the wall three times with the wand." In the backyard of the bar, there is a sign hanging on the dirty fence next to the trash can.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Hekmedia nodded thoughtfully, and tapped the wall with his wand according to the sign.

Putting away what I just said, my mother is still so out of tune.

The brick that was knocked just now shook and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The entrance of the hole was getting bigger and bigger, and in a short while, a broad and fair road appeared in front of the two of them, enough for two horses to pass in parallel. Looking inside, you can see a winding street of cobblestones with no end in sight.

When the two stepped through the arch. The door narrowed at once, then returned to its original solid wall.

"Guidero Lockhart Book Launch". Zhang Qi saw a piece of paper on the wall. In the moving magic photo, a man's shiny front teeth almost blinded his eyes.

"That person is a liar, I knew it when I was in school." Hekmelia glanced at the poster with disgust.

"Today is mainly to buy wands. Dumbledore has already bought all the things that don't need to be customized for you. I have already ordered the robes for you, so there should be only wands left today."

The two carefully bypassed the fanatical book fans and walked towards the deepest part of Diagon Alley.

When they were walking around the bookstore, the two also heard such a conversation.

"Mr. Lockhart updates 2,000 words a day, what a diligent person."

"Yes, yes. Occasionally, I can keep up with 4,000 words. Mr. Lockhart is really great."

After walking for a long time, the two finally saw a small shop.

The store is small and dilapidated, and even the gold sign on the door has peeled off the paint. It reads: "The Ollivanders have been making fine wands since 382 BC". Through the dusty glass window, the two could see a wand placed solitary on the faded purple software.

Carefully pushed open the door, accompanied by the crunching and unbearable sound of the door shaft, a pleasant wind chime came from somewhere behind the store. It's not like a store, it's like a library. The long, narrow cartons are stacked one after another from the floor to the ceiling. It's like those old books in the museum, silently exuding the smell of ink and dust.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time." An old man's voice came from the depths of the store.

A pale-haired old man moved with difficulty along the aisle blocked by cardboard boxes to the two of them. His light-colored eyes looked like two full moons in the dim shop, giving people a quiet and mysterious look. Feel.

"Ah, Miss Zirol." The old man blinked. "16 inches long, silver segments of wood, the core is the nerve of the snake".

"Silver satin wood will only choose those kind and beautiful witches."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Olicard." Hekmedia said with a smile.

"...the nerve of a snake represents cunning." The old man blinked innocently again. "According to some rumors after your admission that year, I have once again successfully proved that the wand chooses the wizard".

"..." Hekmedia looked away and began to seriously consider the possibility of killing this old man.

"This child must be a freshman at Hogwarts." The old man bent down and rummaged through the counter for the cardboard box. "Try this first".

"Ironwood, the heart tendon of the fire dragon, 16 inches long.

"Child, try waving." Seeing Zhang Qi hesitated, Mr. Ollivander comforted gently. "There have been almost no accidents of wand explosions in these years, and even if it does explode, I won't ask you to compensate."

Zhang Qi waved his wand without hesitation~www.mtlnovel.com~ repeat what I said to you, Astoria." Daphne Greengrass covered her head and said weakly.

"My name is Alito Greengrass, the illegitimate son of the Greengrass family who has been missing for many years. My health is not very good, but I can go to school normally." The white-haired "little boy" murmured in a low voice, "It's not because I have a blood curse and can't be admitted because I am dangerous to others. Then my dear sister asked Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to jointly report to Deng. Principal Bledo pressured me to go through the back door, and hung a bunch of disguised alchemy supplies on my body, filled up more than a dozen shape-shifting spells, and then put on a men's clothes on me before he dared to let me go out"... ..

"Just remember it"... Daphne Greengrass reached out and rubbed the soft white hair on the head of her out-of-tune "brother". After she felt it felt good, she rubbed a few more times. .

"elder sister"! Astoria waved a small fist in protest.

"My goodness, I'll go buy you a book. Mr. Ollivander, who sells wands, is very familiar with me. You should go to his store for a while." Daphne smiled and avoided the small fist, and walked quickly towards the Lihen Bookstore in the distance.

Watching his sister disappear into the crowd in the distance. "Alito" pouted and walked towards Ollivander's wand shop fifteen steps away.

"Boom"! There was a loud bang in front, and the window glass of Ollivander's wand shop splattered like peach blossoms in late spring, and then thick black smoke billowed out.

"Help! Mr. Ollivander's shop is on fire!"

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