The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 72

"Thank you very much for inviting us to your manor, Ms. Zirol."

Sitting at the dining table, Daphne said to Hekmedia.

"Ha, from now on we are a family, so don't be so polite."

Hekmedia said, holding up the mug with the Zirol company's logo in his hand.

"Merry Christmas"!

The four people at the table raised their cups and took a sip.

French miscellaneous fish soup, oysters with minced garlic, beef tenderloin with black pepper, shredded pork with Beijing sauce and fresh scallop okra, just the right home-cooked configuration of four dishes and one soup.

Alito curiously scooped up the oyster in front of him with a fork and took a bite.

"Wow, delicious"!

Daphne originally wanted to knock her sister's head to make her a little more reserved, but when she remembered what Hekmedia said just now that we are all family, she laughed at herself and concentrated on dealing with the plate. dishes to come.

Zhang Qi's craftsmanship was pretty good, but he worked in the Hogwarts cafeteria for nearly a month, and his cooking skills were further improved.

And the Greengrass sisters were born in far away northern Europe - a place where even the most cold-resistant radishes and potatoes grow very slowly, and basically eat the traditional food of the British Empire - all kinds of potatoes .

This meal opened the door to a new world of food for the two of them.

It turns out that there are other things to eat in the world besides potatoes!

This phenomenon is very common in the wizarding society, so Hogwarts set off a wave of shredded pork with bread. During mealtimes, there are strange scenes of young wizards fighting their wits and courage to grab a plate of shredded pork with Beijing sauce.

(The author is from the north, with a heavy mouth. People in the north like to eat a little saltier)

Zhang Qi put a little more ingredients in consideration of his appetite, but what he didn't expect was that the guests who came today ate more than himself...

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Gently sighing under the table, Zhang Qi ate the contents of his plate, then grabbed the cup, drank the juice inside, and finally wiped his mouth.

"I'm full, so let's go."

"Go ahead, it just so happens that I have something inconvenient for you to talk to Miss Greengrass about."

Ah, how can he be so righteous.

Zhang Qi shook his head helplessly, then walked out of the restaurant and walked towards his room.

Zhang Qi had been living in the French embassy before, because Hekmedia had offended a drug warlord in Colombia several years ago, who offered a reward of $100 million in the black market to trouble her.

Most of the killers chose to keep silent after seeing Hekmedia's identity, because it was almost no different from courting death for someone with the official background of the Five Elements.

Although France is the weakest of the five permanent members, it can at least kill Libya when it gets angry.

But there will always be a few newcomers who don't know the rules very well, or a few Hanhan who are really short of money and want to take risks.

It was during that time period that the assassination once every three months as mentioned before, and even those desperate killers had sneaked into Zhang Qi's study several times, but at that time those killers thought that Zhang Qi was only a man under 10 years old. Child, I did not take any precautions against this child.

So Zhang Qi succeeded in counter-killing. At the time, 6 warheads were burned from the ashes of the killer who was in charge of guarding Zhang Qi.

In the end, Hekmedia found the arms dealer who supplied the warlord - Nicholas Cage, the one who sent Zhang Qi a big box just two days ago, and told him that you were going to sell it to the warlord. I bought all that batch of goods - changed it to NATO caliber and sold it to North America as the source of the civilian gun market, and no one in the circle will be allowed to supply it in the future.

As a result, the warlord fell from power less than three months after losing the source of weapons, and was finally beheaded by his successor hanging on a post.

This is the power of power. It only takes a little money and one sentence to overthrow the regime of a small country. This is something that many people dare not even dream of.

Zhang Qi's room here is on the top floor of the main building. In addition to a small attic, it also has a spacious balcony. There are no astronomical telescopes and the like on it. There are only two coffee chairs and a small dining table, plus a Potted Primrose.

Of course, it's Christmas now, and it's already snowing, so the potted flowers have been moved into the warm room. The two pine trees planted on both sides of the gate of the main building of the manor have also been hung with colorful lights and gold leaf, and the outside is as big as goose feathers. The snowflakes looked particularly beautiful under the light.

Wearing a thick black windbreaker, Zhang Qi brushed off the snow on the two chairs, and sat there watching the snowflakes in the distance quietly in a daze.

The first attack has already occurred in the school, and the time is exactly the same as in the original book, so does it prove that his arrival did not affect the trajectory of the world too much?

For many years ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Zhang Qi actually has a problem in his heart.

So is this world really just a novel? Are we and the rest of the world living beings, or are we just other people's marionettes, who can only follow a person's pen tip or keyboard along a fixed trajectory, trudging forward with difficulty?

Zhang Qi, who was a little irritable because of this question, rubbed his temples. When he was about to stand up and go back to his room, he heard the door of the room being opened.

"Huh? Isn't this a toilet?"

Lu Chi Yalito muttered to himself with some doubts, and then found out that the toilet was actually facing the door, and suddenly became flustered.

"So you've always used my room as a toilet? Mr. Greenglass."

Zhang Qi shook his head a little helplessly.

"Ah, no, I just walked into the wrong room. I'm sorry, I'm leaving now."

Alito said in a panic, and then quickly closed the door of Zhang Qi's room.

"Ha, it's quite interesting."

Zhang Qi smiled helplessly, then sat on the chair again, staring at the snowflakes outside.

In my last life, I could say that I had nothing, and finally I had someone I admired each other, but because of my work, I was forever separated from her and her friends.

In this life, his father died before he was born, leaving only a mother who was unwilling to admit defeat and brought him to France to raise him.

I just hope that I don't have any regrets in this life.

Zhang Qi thought of Arito's drooling appearance when he slept, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Today is Christmas, and the snowflakes outside the window are beautiful.

Chapter end

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