The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 13

Maz Reilly is a therapist in the Accident Department of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Before going to work every day, he would come to the Leaky Cauldron to enjoy a delicious breakfast that was enough for him to make it to afternoon tea. After all, if a few difficult patients came, it is very likely that the whole hospital would not be able to eat at noon.

The wall clock on the wall pointed to 7:30 in the morning. Maz Riley put down his clean breakfast plate and waved goodbye to the bar owner. Then he walked out of the bar and wandered aimlessly in Diagon Alley.

There's still an hour and a half left before my shift time. Maz Riley was going to go to Mr. Ollivander first, after a patient who had been dissatisfied with the treatment had tried to snap his wand the other day. Fortunately, willow has good toughness, so the surface of this wand is only a few small cracks.

Although Mr. Ollivander was unable to repair a completely broken wand, it was relatively easy to restore these cracks with his meticulous care.

Because the Leaky Cauldron Bar has always been complained to the Ministry of Magic for disturbing people in the past two years, so two months ago, the owner of the bar purchased a miniature soundproof alchemy device at a large price. This also directly led to the fact that the guests in the bar did not hear the earth-shattering loud noise at all.

"Oh, Merlin"! Just as he knocked on that brick wall, Maz Riley made an incredible sound.

The streets in the distance are billowing thick smoke, and many pedestrians stop to point there.

"Excuse me, what happened? Could it be that Lockhart fans burned the bookstore because they couldn't buy books?" ? ? Maz Reilly grabbed a melon-eating crowd and asked eagerly.

"I heard that the little wizard who entered this year's school had an explosion when he tried his wand and set Mr. Oltander's shop on fire... Mr. Rayleigh? Hurry up and take a look, I think Mr. Ollivander is more fortunate this time."

"Please let me go!" Maz Reilly pushed away one after another of the melon eaters. Some people cast dissatisfied eyes after being pushed away, but most people saw the green treatment. After the teacher uniformed, he took the initiative to move out of the way.

"Mr. Rayleigh!" A blond girl was shouting loudly about 20 meters away from Mr. Ollivander's shop. "My sister...brother seems to be injured".

"Miss Daphne"? Maz Rayleigh was stunned for a moment, then reacted and ran towards the "little boy" who was sitting helplessly on the ground and covering his eyes.

"There is no major damage, your sister should just be smoked in the eyes by the sudden thick smoke." After a careful inspection, Maz Riley took out a bottle of blue potion and began to clear the smoke from Astoria's eyes.

"The eyes may still be red and swollen for about 15 minutes, and now there is nothing." Maz Riley lowered his voice deliberately. "But remember to come to our hospital for regular check-ups after school, and don't take chances with your condition."

"Thank you, Mr. Rayleigh." Astoria whispered thanks with her red and swollen eyes.

"Are you guys all right? ... Mr. Ollivander? Ehhh? Are you Hekmedisenpai"?

Maz Riley turned his head to look at the three people sitting on the doorstep of the shop, and found Ollivander and Hekmedia at a glance.

Hekmedia and Zhang Qi's bodies were very clean, without a trace of smoke. This is due to the fact that the two are always attacked, so they have developed a good habit of putting a shield (iron armor spell) on their bodies before going out. But Mr. Ollivander, who was completely defenseless, was miserable. His old-fashioned suit was blown up to only a few strips of cloth, revealing the shirt that was smoked black inside.

"The heart muscle of the fire dragon spontaneously ignited"? Maz Riley smelled a hot smell in the air, and asked in a slightly uncertain tone.

Maz Rayleigh's senior once explained to him in detail the identification and emergency treatment of a wand explosion accident. If the heart muscle of the fire dragon spontaneously ignites, the air will be filled with a smell like burning pepper.

"Cough cough cough". When Maz Riley was rinsing Mr. Ollivander's eyes, because the old man kept coughing, a lot of medicine was spilled on his clothes.

"I'm so stupid, really." Mr. Ollivander's eyes. Red, swollen and sluggish, "I knew that the idiot in Germany lived closer to these two people, but I still thought that these two people came to visit because they knew my name. When I saw this child, I already knew that he was abnormal. I think it's just a matter of habit"...

"I really didn't expect this child's magic power to be so strong." After cleaning, Ollivander rubbed his red and swollen eyes and pulled out his wand to give himself a fresh clean.

"Come on, child." Ollivander's mouth curled into a wry smile. "Tell me about your situation."

"How could that old **** give you such a precious thing"? Look carefully at the gold handle in your hand. Mr. Ollivander kept exclaiming, then bent down and took out a piece of parchment from the drawer.

"Zhang Qi"?

"That's right, it's me." Zhang Qi replied.

"Are you used to the left hand or the right hand"?

"Left-handed, I'm left-handed."

"Oh? Little wizards who use their left hand are not common." Mr. Ollivander put on another coat and took a tape measure from his coat pocket. The silver-white tape automatically floated up, hovering in front of Zhang Qi's face and measuring the distance between the two nostrils. Then, with a snap, a beautiful whip was thrown in the air and landed on the workbench.

"This ruler has been useless for too long, it's a little hard to use... Try this child, Acacia wood, Thestral's tail feather." Ollivander took a long cardboard box, took out the wand inside, and inserted it into the golden gauntlet.

Just when Zhang Qi was holding the gauntlet, the wand inside flew to the ceiling as if it was shot out by a 50-pound compound bow. With a muffled sound of entering the wood, at least half an inch of the tip of the staff sank into the plank.

"This wand seems to be afraid of you." Ollivander stood tremblingly on the workbench, reached out and pulled the wand off.

"It's alright, kid, try this. Red cedar, 14 inches, the core is the spinal cord of a Hersheyrian black dragon."

Boom! Click! The red cedar tree, a symbol of good luck, split into four pieces directly in Zhang Qi's hands. After the black dragon's spinal cord was exposed to the air, it spontaneously ignited, and the whole shop was filled with the smell of pepper again.

"This wand resists you." Ollivander nodded thoughtfully, then pulled out the remaining section of the wand from the gauntlet.

"Elderberry, the heart muscle of the Hungarian wasp"?

"Crack".

"Thorn plum wood, the nerve of China's fireball"?

"Crack".

"Then try this. Ironwood, 16 inches, phoenix tail feathers." Ollivander gritted his teeth, took out a richly decorated box ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and inserted the wand inside into the golden gauntlet. "Swipe to try".

Zhang Qi took the wand and waved it helplessly.

A golden-red flame spewed out, twisting and twisting in the air. After a short while, with a loud phoenix roar, a phoenix completely composed of flames appeared in front of everyone. The phoenix flew up and down in the small space, chirping every now and then. The golden red flame will not make people feel hot at all, but will only make people feel incomparably warm and at ease.

"This is perfect!" Mr. Ollivander clapped excitedly. "I've never seen such a beautiful phoenix...wait? It's like...running for life"?

Only then did everyone notice that the phoenix made of flames was full of fear and panic. Where is this soaring? It was clear that the phoenix wanted to escape from a terrifying existence as soon as possible!

With a bang, the phoenix exploded into countless tiny flames in the air.

Ah this...

"It doesn't matter"! Ollivander shouted with red face, "There is no magic wand Ollivander can't make"!

"You wait for me, there are some comparison... um, special wands in the warehouse at the back." After that, Mr. Ollivander turned around and rushed to the warehouse behind. Standing at the counter at a loss, Zhang Qi could even hear the wind blowing from the old man's clothes.

"Cough, cough, kaka". The old man's cough was heard in the warehouse behind the store.

"Damn it, there's just too much ash"...  

If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next breakdown.

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