The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 62

"It seems that Mr. Potter heard some sound after attending the death party of the ghosts, so he followed the sound and came here, and finally found Mr. Cedric who had been petrified. But I am not sure they are not lying, So please ask Headmaster Dumbledore to come here, Professor Flitwick, I think the situation here should be worth a visit."

Zhang Qi pretended to be the most normal reaction of a person. Anyway, he used the hidden information in his words to tell them that Ginny didn't go to the party tonight. Clever Hermione must be able to figure out what he meant.

"You, you don't believe us"?

Harry and Ron shouted in disbelief with their faces flushed.

"It's good for you and me to be cautious, Potter and Mr. Weasley. If it wasn't for the two of you, then you shouldn't be afraid. Too much excuse will only make others feel that you are very guilty."

Zhang Qi continued to speak unhurriedly, but his right hand still did not leave the Desert Eagle's gun grip on his waist.

That thing can't run far in such a short period of time. If you relax your vigilance at the wrong time, you will kill yourself!

After listening to Zhang Qi's words, Professor Flitwick nodded, and then drew out his wand. After waving it a few times, a silvery white mist began to emerge from the tip of the wand, and finally it converged in the air. The shape of a flying bird.

The bird, which was completely composed of silver-white mist, advanced along the narrow corridor and stairs, and flew to the auditorium of Hogwarts.

Several people present fell silent one after another, and no one continued to speak for a long time.

After a while, there were cluttered and hurried footsteps from the stairwell upstairs.

But what Zhang Qi didn't expect was that the first professor to run down the stairs was actually Hufflepuff's Dean Sprout. She was a little bloated and it was very inconvenient for her to move on the stairs, but She was the first to run down the stairs and rushed towards her student.

"Dumbledore! It probably goes like this"...

Flitwick saw Dumbledore also come down the stairs and immediately went up to meet him, and then gave him a complete description of what he knew.

"I know Filius, and the rest will be left to me."

Dumbledore frowned and nodded, then walked towards the petrified Cedric.

"It's a curse similar to the ancient Greek Medusa monster. Ordinary healing is invalid for this thing"!

After waving his wand a few times, Sprout gritted his teeth.

"I remember there were several pots of mandrakes about to ripen in the greenhouse, right? Pomona?"

Dumbledore also waved his wand and checked the petrified Cedric a few times, and finally said to Sprout.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, but those mandrakes will not be fully mature until the end of their maturity, and only then can these mandrakes be used to configure the petrified spell-repelling potion."

Sprout replied.

"Well, carefully re-tell me what happened just now, Harry."

Dumbledore said very seriously.

The Gryffindor trio also realized the seriousness of the problem. Harry was the speaker, Hermione was in charge of supplementing, and Ron was in charge of nodding by the side. They quickly recounted the matter from beginning to end.

"Anyway, Harry heard some kind of strange sound, and then you guys followed that sound and came here, only to find Mr. Cedric who was killed."

Dumbledore nodded, and after thinking for a while, he turned his attention to Zhang Qi.

"Then Mr. Zirol, why are you here?"

"I drank too much at the dinner party and wanted to go to the toilet. After all, you know, lemon juice is indeed more diuretic."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and continued helplessly:

"Then it just so happened that Professor Flitwick and Mr. Filch also had a lot of beer this evening, so the three of us decided to go to the bathroom on the basement level, because it's really hard to go upstairs with the urge to pee. matter".

"As a result, when we were waiting for Professor Flitwick's convenience outside the toilet, we heard Miss Granger's screams, so we rushed here and found Mr. Cedric, who had been petrified, and Mr. Potter as the leader. three people".

"It's indeed Principal Dumbledore like this. When Professor Flitwick and I were about to close the door of the auditorium and go downstairs to use the toilet, we almost slammed the door on Zirol's face."

Mr. Filch, who was beside him, interjected.

"I think Mr Potter was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, my dear Headmaster Dumbledore."

Snape, who was beside him, flicked his heavy black robe and strode towards Harry.

"Then tell me, Mr. Potter, why didn't you show up at the Halloween banquet at Hogwarts today?"

Snape looked at Harry with a scrutiny.

"Me, a few of us went to the ghosts' banquet."

Hermione stammered on the side.

"Is your last name Potter Miss Granger? I asked Mr Potter not you~www.mtlnovel.com~ 10 points from Gryffindor".

Snape let out a cold snort from his nose and continued.

"Are there really people stupid enough to go to that ghostly Halloween party with troll snot in your head? Or maybe Mr Potter thinks rotting salmon is better than canteen roast steak? "?

At the mention of the rotten salmon, the Gryffindor trio covered their stomachs in pain.

That scene was really disgusting.

"I think we should have solved Dumbledore, obviously this stupid Potter doesn't have the ability to petrify a good fourth-year Hufflepuff boy, and his head, which is even more stupid than a troll, should not have learned it yet. The petrification spell, not to mention having a teacher even more stupid than him to teach him Defence Against the Dark Arts"...

Snape finished the sentence before Gilderoy Lockhart came down the stairs.

"Ah, this is a very advanced petrification spell. I saw it before when I was in Tanzania. At that time, I helped the poor Muggle to solve this spell."

As soon as Lockhart saw Cedric lying on the ground, he moved over excitedly, and said such a sentence without caring for the faces of the professors next to him.

"So that's you"...

Zhang Qi complained in a low voice.

An official from China had talked to him before, saying that a British wizard in fancy dress had tried to infiltrate the training barracks of the local army in Tanzania, but was defeated by the military advisor we sent in the past.

If it wasn't for a local Chinese occultist who recognized him as a sorcerer, this guy would probably have been directly dealt with as a CIA spy by Tanzanian soldiers who hated Americans...

Chapter end