The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 395

"So, that's why you almost strangled the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts"?

In front of the fireplace in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was sitting on the sofa, asked blankly.

"Oh, they are all children after all, it's normal to have some anger."

Xu Lin shrugged her shoulders, she didn't seem to want to blame her son.

"Professor Moody, you go back first, I will come up with a convincing result of this matter."

Dumbledore waved his hand wearily.

"Okay, Dumbledore."

Moody glared at Shen Jian again, then turned back and opened the door and walked out.

"He's not Moody's."

Zhang Qi said softly.

"I also know, so I have asked Father Anderson and Mr. Kel'Thuzad to look after him. Even if Voldemort returns, he must be cautious in front of the two of them."

Dumbledore sighed and handed another handful of Ferrero.

"Who do you think he is? And what is the purpose of coming here?"

Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"He smells of blood, Mr. Dumbledore. He has killed people, and he must have done it in a very disgusting way, otherwise his temperament would not be so disgusting."

Shen Jian spoke first.

"I see, I will investigate among the wandering dark wizards in the near future."

Dumbledore nodded.

Let's turn the time back to an hour and a half ago.

"Since you want to fight so much, then as a junior, I also want to accompany you."

Shen Jian vigorously stretched the phone cord in his hand, and found that it was quite strong, so he nodded reassuringly.

"Hmph, self-indulgent."

Moody watched the teenager in a slim black jacket stand up in front of him, then pulled out his wand.

"Stunned"!

A red beam burst out from the tip of the wand and flew past at an extremely fast speed.

"Master, the older you get, the slower your reaction will be."

Shen Jian turned to the right to dodge the beam of light, and then suddenly jumped forward, narrowing the distance between the two.

"Quickly imprisoned"!

A rope suddenly spewed out from the tip of the wand, and then firmly tied Shen Jian's arms to his sides.

"you lose"!

Moody gasped as he thought he was winning, the devil knows why this child is so sensitive!

"Who said that"?

Shen Jian exerted a little force, and with a click, the rope tied to him was torn in two at once!

"what"?

Moody looked at the rope that was torn in two, showing a ghostly expression.

But Shen Jian didn't give him any time to think or fight back, he just clenched his left hand and punched Moody's sternum a finger away!

"boom"!

With a disgusting sound of fist hitting his flesh, Moody's body suddenly bowed into the shape of a prawn because of the pain.

Shen Jian punched his heart just now. When the solar plexus inside the abdominal cavity is hit by force, it will cause severe abdominal pain.

Gu Zang This kind of pain can even lock up your breathing, take away your strength to stand, make people collapse to the ground or even faint, and even lead to death in severe cases.

Originally, Shen Jian, who was planning to use this arrogant old Auror to practice a whole set of captive fists, shook his head somewhat disappointedly, and then took advantage of the opponent's inability to move because of the pain, and went around behind Moody.

"Swipe"!

Shen Jian raised his right hand and wrapped the telephone wire around the old man's neck twice from left to right, then grabbed the short stick wrapped around both ends of the telephone wire, and pulled the telephone wire towards both ends with both hands.

The rope loop tightened immediately, and the phone cord, which was enough to bear a person's weight, slammed into Moody's neck.

Little Barty suddenly felt that he could no longer breathe, and large black patches had begun to appear in front of his eyes, and the magic all over his body seemed to be unable to perform magic normally because the blood could not flow.

"It's almost done, brother, don't strangle to death."

Shen Meng stood up at this time and waved to her brother.

"Well, I think it's almost the same."

Shen Jian loosened the phone cord wrapped around Moody's neck, and Barty, who was disguised as Moody, immediately fell to the ground and started coughing non-stop.

"Forgot to tell you, Mr. Moody, I am the first student in the actual combat performance of Shenzhou Auror School. Generally, no one in a platoon can't get close to me."

Shen Jian shrugged his shoulders and said to Moody, who was kneeling on the ground and coughing because of the edema of the throat mucosa.

"Your course is very practical, but these spells are absolutely forbidden. I really can't understand the brain hole of the British Minister of Magic."

Shen Jian snorted, then walked back and returned to his seat.

"how do you feel"?

Zhang Qi handed over a Ferrero chocolate that Dumbledore gave him last time. Dumbledore hasn't talked to him for the past two days, so Zhang Qi's chocolates are naturally out of stock.

"When will this old man talk to me again? Astoria has eaten my inventory."

Zhang Qi thought very boringly.

"He is very powerful, but if you want to play close combat with us, an old man in his 60s can't do it."

Shen Jian grabbed the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, then rolled his eyes.

"However, if you really want to find an opponent to practice well, I suggest you go to two other Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, whose strength is beyond your imagination."

Zhang Qi casually reminded.

"Professor, are you all right?"

At this moment, a Ravenclaw student who was in class with Slytherin ran over and patted Moody's back with great concern.

"I'm fine, today's class will be here first."

Moody finally coughed twice, and stood up resisting the foreign body sensation in his throat.

"As for the two gentlemen who were mocking me just now, follow me to the principal's office."

"Uh, I can't beat this and I'll bring the principal"?

Shen Jian asked helplessly.

"do not know".

Zhang Qi also shrugged his shoulders.

"The content of the competition we are discussing now has a preliminary plan. At the banquet tonight, each delegation will submit their own ideas."

Dumbledore said, tapping on the table.

"But this has nothing to do with me. I don't really want to participate in this game."

After everyone else left, there were only Zhang Qi and Dumbledore left in the principal's room.

"I don't really know if Voldemort wants to use someone else's blood to revive, but I think you and Miss Greengrass's outstanding performance should have caught their attention. Harry's blood resurrected Voldemort's future could change as a result."

Dumbledore frowned.

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