The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"Clatter clatter"!

The heavy rain outside the window was pouring down, forming puddles on the path that was not very permeable.

Even though it was early summer, the heavy rain that lasted for several days still made the air cold and damp.

"Tap tap tap"......

The sound of boots hitting puddles was heard not far away.

People wearing black clothes, with serious expressions, and holding black umbrellas slowly walked towards this side along the path. A strong wind blew by, and the diffuse water droplets wetted their black clothes and the stone in front of the mourning hall. Wreaths and elegiac couplets.

The leaders did not hold umbrellas, but let the rain hit them.

"Goodbye, Mr. Lin."

Zhang Qi walked up the steps in the heavy rain and slowly bowed to the portrait of the old man.

"Junior Zhang Qi, together with his wife Zhang, respectfully bid farewell to Mr. Lin."

The two of them gently lit three incense sticks, and then respectfully inserted them into the incense burner.

"Junior Shen Meng, bid farewell to grandpa."

Shen Meng wiped her tears and kowtowed three times to the portrait respectfully.

"Junior Shen Jian bids farewell to Mr. Lin. Those wearing armor will not kneel. I hope Mr. Lin will forgive me."

Shen Jian, who walked into the mourning hall, bowed gently to the portrait, and then gently stood beside Zhang Qi.

"The old man still couldn't survive this summer after all."

Zhang Qi said softly.

"The old man has been upright in his life. He is not even willing to use the rare medicinal materials within the association. Otherwise, the old man can survive for a long time just because of cancer."

Shen Jian shook his head gently.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, the situation over there is getting more and more chaotic. Countless gangsters are watching with eager eyes. I urgently need to go back to calm things down."

Zhang Qi replied slowly.

"Then be careful."

"it is good".

Even though it was raining heavily outside, there was still an endless stream of people coming to express their condolences.

During his lifetime, Mr. Lin was upright, made many friends, and would try his best to help anyone who had difficulties. He had a truly good reputation in the occult world.

Many respected old people were wiping tears in the front room, while young people were also respectfully bidding farewell to the old man's portrait.

"Mr. Lin has no children in his life, and all his apprentices have died long ago, so the old man left the token to you."

Xu Lin opened the curtain and walked in from the outside. She held a box in her hand and handed it to Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi gently opened the box and took out the green jade plaque inside.

The jade plaque is carved from the finest jade, with a warm surface and soft light.

It was pouring rain outside, and the damp wind was freezing and biting.

But the moment Zhang Qi touched the jade plaque, a warm current flowed directly from his fingertips to his whole body, as if he was bathing in the spring sun.

"The Mystic Art Association has already conducted its next election and is about to elect the next president. But since the old man left the token to you, when facing you, even the president must obey your orders." .

"This thing is too valuable. According to your words, wouldn't it mean that the entire mysterious world in China will be used by me?"

Zhang Qi put the jade token back into the box very carefully, and then locked the box tightly.

"To a certain extent, it is."

Xu Lin paused, then continued:

"When the old man was dying, he always said that you were a person who knew right from wrong. Even if the power was really in your hands, you would not use it for evil. He said that it would be most reassuring to leave this thing to you."

"When a person faces power, it is easy to lose his conscience, and I am no exception, but some things made me sober again."

When Zhang Qi said this, he held the girl's hand tightly.

Astoria seemed to feel the change in Zhang Qi's mood and gently held her hand tightly.

"When I was in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and during the Battle of Hogwarts 1000 years ago, I killed countless people with just one word of dragon language."

"That feeling was not as refreshing as described in some literary works. After the confusion after the murder, I only felt nausea straight into my heart."

When Zhang Qi said this, his face was still expressionless, but his trembling hands revealed his innermost feelings.

"Senseless killing can really change a person completely. It can turn a sage into a devil, and turn a young man who wants to live a stable life into a murderer who will feel uncomfortable unless he breaks someone's neck with his own hands."

"You did a great job."

Xu Lin said comfortingly.

"When a person is not close to power, he will be extremely eager for this thing; but if it is true that other people's lives are like an ant in your hands, I will only feel endless nausea."

"I have rules for killing now. Anyone who can or may be able to pose a threat to my family and friends must die. But other than that, I will try to be tolerant of them. After all, some people just have bad mouths."

When Zhang Qi said this, his expression became much calmer.

"When a heavy rain comes, even if you wear a raincoat or take an umbrella, you can't avoid the fate of wet shoes, let alone people like us who can't stay away from it."

"Crash!"

The heavy rain outside became heavier and heavier, and finally it became like a pouring water. There was even a layer of water mist poured on the ground!

Zhang Qi slowly looked deep into the woods. A young man standing in the rain, still wearing a dark blue jacket, waved to him, and then slowly disappeared into the heavy rain.

"The long night is coming, and no one can stay out of it."

Zhang Qi looked at the direction where the dragon vein disappeared and murmured to himself.

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"What's wrong? Dumbledore"?

As a ball of golden-red flames exploded, Grindelwald, who was originally lying on the bed, forced himself to sit up and muttered with some complaints:

"Didn't you just come to see me two days ago? Why are you here again today? And what food did you bring me today? The food provided by Shenzhou during the shift is very rich, so you don't need to bring me so much meat." …

Grindelwald's voice stopped abruptly.

"Good evening, Mr. Grindelwald."

Zhang Qi stood very calmly in the cell. A big golden-red bird, which was much more beautiful than Fox, was standing on his shoulder extremely proudly. There was a hint of humanity in his eyes when he looked at Grindelwald. despise.

"Is it you? Where did you get this phoenix? There are no more than three existing phoenixes in this era! Not to mention purebred phoenixes!"

Grindelwald opened his mouth in surprise. The big golden-red bird in front of him was obviously a purebred phoenix!

Dumbledore's one was just a subspecies of phoenix. Where did this child get a proud magical animal that could obey him obediently?

"I'm here today to talk to you, Mr. Grindelwald."

Zhang Qi picked a chair and sat down very unceremoniously.

"Oh? How can I, an old man, help you?"

Grindelwald chuckled and watched Zhang Qi take out a few boxes of fresh pastries from his bag and put them on the table. He couldn't wait to rub his hands together.

"Let me ask you a question, if I want to be Dumbledore's enemy now, what are my chances of winning?"

Zhang Qi asked the old man very calmly.

"Do you have a fever?"

Grindelwald's face became even more surprised, but revealed a hint of joy?

"I guess I didn't."

Zhang Qi said coldly.

"Under normal circumstances, he can't beat you."

The former Dark Lord smiled and shook his head, then grabbed a piece of peanut brittle and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it imagelessly.

"But if you try hard, I think Dumbledore can definitely kill you if he doesn't care about his life."

"What? Why do you want to be an enemy of him? I remember you didn't particularly deny my ideas?"

Grindelwald's face suddenly showed intense interest.

"It's too late. Dumbledore is a truly good man. Unfortunately, what he did was too slow. As the long night approaches, we must take more decisive action."

Zhang Qi stared at the old man opposite and pondered his thoughts.

"You have finally reached this path."

Contrary to the sudden outburst he imagined, Grindelwald actually let out a burst of heartfelt laughter.

"Go on, kid, I was doubtful before, but now I firmly believe that you can do it."

The old man walked tremblingly to the bedside, lifted up the warm quilt, took out an oil paper bag from under the mattress, and placed it gently on the table.

"Please give me a knife."

Grindelwald said in a hoarse voice.

"Give".

Zhang Qi frowned slightly, pulled out a dagger from his boots and placed it on the table.

"What I want is a knife"!

Grindelwald opened the oil paper bag, and then used the dagger to mark his left hand several times, but in the end he did not make up his mind to mark it.

"This knife is what I usually use to cut fruit. I have never stabbed anyone."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders, and the atmosphere in the prison became more lively.

"All right".

Grindelwald sighed, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he gently slashed his left index finger with the knife.

The sharp blade of Kaba's saber cut through the skin painlessly, and blood immediately flowed down from the wound in large drops.

Grindelwald gently picked up the pendant in the oil paper bag, and then dripped his own blood on it.

The white pearl stone on the pendant instantly glowed red when the blood was dripped on it, and then turned translucent.

In the clear gem like sea water, there seems to be blood flowing inside.

"what is this"?

Zhang Qi asked knowingly.

"A small alchemy tool that Dumbledore and I made together."

The wound on Grindelwald's hand healed quickly and flowed out. He picked up the pendant and stuffed it into Zhang Qi's hand without hesitation.

"Dumbledore has always worn his own pendant. This is the blood pact we made back then. As long as he wears the pendant, another person cannot harm him."

"But the pendant uses blood as the identification standard, so even if it is separated from the body, as long as it is dripped with your blood, this alchemy tool can be used by me"?

Zhang Qi nodded as if he suddenly understood.

"The pendant is indeed identified by blood, but if the pendant leaves its owner, it will not be able to exert its full power."

"If you are a relative of mine, then this pendant can severely restrain Dumbledore during your battle, so that he cannot harm you at all. But it is a pity that there is no relationship between you and me. If there is a blood relationship, then this thing will only distract him for a while and create time and space for you to escape."

"Is this a blood alliance?"

Zhang Qi frowned slightly, with a strange expression on his face.

"Ah, I almost forgot. You do know the name of this thing, but if you want to know how to make it, I can provide you with some design ideas. This thing is perfect for proposing."

Grindelwald looked at Zhang Qi's weird face and showed a thoughtful expression.

"So that's it! Young people are so good, they can love to the death."

Grindelwald sighed secretly in his heart.

"...Do you have any requirements for the gem in the middle"?

Zhang Qi simply didn't bother to pay attention to what the old man was thinking. He picked up the blood pact and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly asked the old man.

"Diamonds are the best because their texture is clear enough, and crystals are second."

Grindelwald replied subconsciously.

"Well, thank you very much for your selfless dedication, Mr. Grindelwald, I will recommend that you continue to improve the level of your accommodation."

Zhang Qi gently put the blood alliance pendant into his arms, and then stood up.

"I'll leave the pastries here for you. I don't think the guards will mind."

Zhang Qi slowly bowed to the old man, and then continued:

"My mother always said you were a bastard, but I think there is something admirable about you."

"I'm a jerk - emotionally and behaviorally, but thanks for the pastries. The doctor said I have high blood sugar and has cut back on the bread I eat with every meal."

The old man returned the gift very elegantly, and then looked at the golden-red flames of the big bird on Zhang Qi's body with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, I'll correct you a little mistake."

The big golden-red bird chirped fiercely, and a huge vortex of red flames exploded in mid-air, wrapping Zhang Qi inside.

"This kind of thing is called a Suzaku, not a Phoenix."

With the sound of Zhang Qi's popular science, the golden flame vortex disappeared in mid-air, but Grindelwald could still feel the warm feeling.

After hearing the chirping of the Suzaku, he felt as comfortable as if he had just taken a hot bath.

"I have seen through many things in you, but there are many things that I cannot see through now."

The old man murmured to himself and sat on the table, and golden German words began to appear on the old solid wood table.

"Recognition of the Four Founders".

"Knockturn Alley Fire".

"The Triwizard Tournament comes back from the dead."

"The unknown battle outside the castle".

"Magical animals unique to China".

Phrases one after another are connected together with short lines, and finally they all point to a name in the middle.

"Zhang Qi, I can't see through anything more and more on you."

Grindelwald looked out the window gently. The snow-capped mountains in Austria were covered with ice and snow all year round, but at this moment, rolling thunder actually sounded outside.

"The thunder has arrived, who will be killed next?"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the castle window, and the pale light illuminated the old man's thinking face.