The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"Damn it! Why"!

The daggers held by the two men were tempered with venom. Voldemort felt the power draining from his body and roared unwillingly.

"Because the two of them have never been your servants, but my chess pieces."

Zhang Qi stepped slowly in this direction amid the flames. The golden flames rose around him, exuding a scorching warmth.

"Although it's a little early to be exposed now, it has achieved my goal. You still can't be killed by us for the time being, but I believe you will one day."

Zhang Qi took out a tattered diary from his arms and threw it on the ground like trash.

"you"!

When Voldemort saw the diary, his pupils suddenly shrank, and there was obvious panic on his face.

"You have done a good job, Mr. Lucius, please evacuate to Hogwarts with Mr. Dumbledore."

Malfoy and his son had already run all the way behind Dumbledore, panting in shock.

However, at this moment, Voldemort's body suddenly turned into a ball of black smoke, and then rushed towards the ventilation duct!

"Remember, idiot, I will really kill you one day"!

Zhang Qi did not stop Voldemort from escaping, and now there are still two free soul fragments left to deal with. If he is killed now, then this disgusting guy will probably be resurrected with the help of Harry's body.

"Tsk, tsk, Bella has actually run away. I originally thought I would gain more this time."

Zhang Qi glanced around at the remaining Death Eaters and frowned slightly.

It's very possible that Bella didn't come here at all and had successfully escaped in the warehouse just now.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, are you allowed to live?"

Zhang Qi tilted his head and asked Dumbledore, who was there thoughtfully.

"They deserve the Dementor's Kiss, which is more terrifying than death."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a deformed rope bound a Death Eater.

"Run quickly"!

The remaining Death Eaters finally realized that they had been abandoned, so they began to panic and turned into black smoke to prepare to escape.

However, their movements became extremely slow, as if they were trudging forward through gelatin, as if they were moving in slow motion.

"Miss Greengrass's ability is very interesting. She seems to have suspended time."

Dumbledore tied up the slow-motion Death Eaters one by one and said in amazement:

"This ability is so convenient."

"We must destroy this door. It represents the real abyss. Even if I still have the aura of the deep sea in my body, I shouldn't be able to fool it for long now."

After Dumbledore had tied up all the Death Eaters, Zhang Qi gestured towards the incomplete stone door.

"I actually know that there is a curtain here, but I don't know that this is actually the interface between the abyss and reality."

Dumbledore gently raised his Elder Wand, and the holy object belonging to the God of Death released a white light and hit the door.

At the moment of contact with the white light, the shaking curtain quickly froze there as if frozen, and the ubiquitous whispers slowly became smaller and then disappeared.

"The disgusting evil atmosphere has completely dissipated, and these poor people should be safe."

Dumbledore knelt down and checked the poor man who was unconscious at his feet, and stood up again after making sure that they were okay.

"To be honest, Mr. Malfoy, I was already heartbroken and thought that you had already deviated from the right path, but I didn't expect that you are still so determined."

Dumbledore nodded to Lucius and Draco, then turned to Zhang Qi.

"However, Mr. Zirol, I am still amazed by your extensive network of contacts."

"I must have my own power, otherwise I would have been tricked by that idiot Fudge."

Zhang Qi also snorted coldly.

"Everyone must be very tired. Let's go back to the castle and have a good dinner. By the way, where is Mrs. Narcissa now?"

Dumbledore patted his head and asked Lucius.

"My wife is safe. She has been sent to France by me and is temporarily living in the Zirol family's manor."

Lucius looked at the old man in front of him with a complicated expression. A few years ago, they were in an endlessly hostile relationship, but now they were forced to stand together.

"Mr. Lucius is not loyal to you, Headmaster Dumbledore. He is only loyal to his family, but that is far more reliable than his loyalty to you."

Zhang Qi coughed, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Yes, family is the most precious thing in the world."

Dumbledore seemed to remember something. He gently touched the slightly moist corners of his eyes with his hand, and then took out a box from his arms.

"Floo fans, just enough to get the five of us back to school."

Everyone grabbed a handful in their hands and lit the flames in the fireplace one by one.

The Ministry of Magic employees on the ground were still unconscious, but Zhang Qi could already hear moans before leaving.

These poor guys probably need some rest.

………………

"I really have never missed Hogwarts dinner so much. I think I need a thicker butterbeer and a good sleep at night to get rid of the nausea feeling today."

Zhang Qi just stepped out of the fireplace in the principal's office and stretched, and then several people walked downstairs while talking.

"Dumbledore"!

But just when a few people walked out of the principal's office, Professor McGonagall, who had been waiting outside, hurried over.

"Ah, what happened? Minerva"?

Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes in confusion. Logically speaking, McGonagall would not find him in such a panic when nothing happened.

"Minister Fudge is in the auditorium right now, and Director Picquery from Edenia is also there. They seem to be looking for you for something urgent."

"Piqueli"?

Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed sharply. He thought carefully, but he didn't think clearly about what the person in charge of Eden Asia wanted to do with him.

"I'm going to take a look."

Dumbledore quickened his pace, and behind him Zhang Qi, Astoria, and the Malfoys also walked faster.

"Good evening, Connelly, why do you come to this school so late?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment after seeing the scene in the auditorium, his expression became serious, and his words became less polite.

In the Hogwarts auditorium, all the students were sitting in their seats without moving. Scrimgeour and a total of 40 Aurors were standing in various parts of the auditorium.

Moreover, in addition to Fudge's guards, there were nine wizards standing behind the person in charge of Edenia in addition to her own guards.

The nine wizards were extremely tall, and the bulging muscles on their bodies could be seen clearly even through their robes. These wizards also wore very strange masks on their faces, but they were wearing standard Auror robes.

"Oh, Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but actually, I'm not here to see you today."

Fudge's words were very polite, but full of vigilance.

"I don't understand, Connelly, you came to this school with so many Aurors, do you want to take me away?"

Dumbledore touched his beard, his face still calm.

"No, Mr. Dumbledore, we are here to find the child behind you."

At this moment, Picquery stood up from his seat and slowly walked in front of Dumbledore.

"Oh? I still don't understand that it takes such a large force to find a child. Is this child dangerous?"

Dumbledore asked half-jokingly, while gently releasing the magic on him.

The expressions on the faces of the Aurors who were vaguely trying to encircle this place suddenly froze, and their vigorous momentum was almost overwhelming them!

If there was a conflict with the old man in front of them, they would have no chance of winning.

"I feel the same way. If you want to arrest me, you need to mobilize so many troops? This is a bit embarrassing."

Zhang Qi took a stab at the side in time, and then thought crazily in his mind as to why these people were suddenly preparing to attack him.

Maybe everything he prepared in Knockturn Alley was exposed?

But it shouldn't be. The plan is absolutely rigorous. All wizards have been screened, using magic and interrogation methods.

"I think you can probably guess why we want to find you, Mr. Zirol."

At this moment, Picquery stood in front of the young man, spread his hands towards him, and then continued:

"Oh, I almost forgot, the surname Zirol is not accurate. If I have to take your mother's surname, I should probably call you"...

"Mr. Grindelwald"?