The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"I think I don't quite understand what you mean, Director Picquery. If you want to slander me, please find some reasons that sound more credible."

Zhang Qi spread his hands, showing an innocent expression.

"Yes, Ms. Picquery, although I am old and confused, I am not stupid now. No matter how you look at it, this child cannot be a descendant of Grindelwald. He is Asian."

Dumbledore also looked helpless. In his opinion, the director of the Magical Congress of Edenia must have gotten some rumors about Zhang Qi's bloodline from somewhere, and was planning to use this extremely shameful method to obtain his bloodline. blood.

"Oh? As for whether I am slandering, I think Mr. Hilbert should know better than me, right?"

Picquery smiled and waved, and a burly masked Auror behind him immediately handed over a piece of parchment.

"Your mother was born in China, and your grandmother Vida smuggled there more than 40 years ago, and returned to France when your mother was approaching adulthood."

Picquery looked at some words recorded on the paper and asked Zhang Qi loudly:

"I think what I said is correct, Mr. Hilbert"?

"The investigation is very clear, but does this violate my personal privacy?"

Zhang Qi had a bad premonition in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he even had time to say a few words of ridicule.

"Your mother claimed that your grandfather was a bastard when he was in school. He got very drunk the night before the duel with the enemy, had an affair with your grandmother that shouldn't have happened, and then died the next day. In the middle of a duel."

"Your investigation is very clear, but I would like to protest, Director Picquery, that you have violated my and my mother's personal privacy. I will submit a formal protest document soon."

Zhang Qi dug in his pocket nonchalantly, took out a chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he ignored the masked Aurors who raised their wands warily because of his actions.

"Principal Dumbledore, after hearing this, haven't you compared his grandfather's case with Mr. Grindelwald? If you do, you will definitely find that all this is consistent with Grindelwald's life trajectory. It matches perfectly."

"Furthermore, the ability of the Delphic Prophet is passed down first based on blood. Only after that family is completely extinct will the remaining translators of the gods choose a new host. Mr. Grindelwald is still imprisoned in a high tower in Austria. Above that, he is still alive and well."

After Picquery saw Dumbledore's thoughtful expression, his face suddenly changed slightly, and there was a hint of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

"This is really a shameful slander!"

Professor McGonagall, who had been listening for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. The 60-year-old cat lady stood up and shouted at the Ministry of Magic officials present:

"If you still can't find a better reason to slander, then please get out of here!"

"Please don't be so excited, Professor McGonagall, I think we can verify this problem in a more convenient way."

Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his head and took out a small bottle from his arms.

"This is a blood sample that the International Federation of Wizards quickly obtained from Nurmengard after receiving a report from the Magical Congress of Edenia. We only need to cast a little magic to prove that Mr. Hilbert Are you related to Grindelwald?"

"Yes, the blood collection process is under the responsibility of the Edenia Auror Operations Department. Minister Fudge and many joint conference officials participated in the supervision of the entire process. The process is absolutely fair."

Picquery nodded, and then continued:

"By the way, today is the day when the Magical Congress of Edenia and China are changing defenses in Nurmengard Prison."

"So you came all the way here just to give this child a blood test"?

Professor Flitwick questioned in that high-pitched voice.

"This is really ridiculous and I can't accept it!"

Professor Sprout also showed a disgusted expression. She had long been unhappy with these Aurors who were scaring her students.

"Oh, it's really eye-opening. The Ministry of Magic actually mobilized so much for a child, and almost all the Aurors were deployed."

Snape snorted coldly and continued in a calm and cold voice:

"I think if Mr. Hilbert takes a blood test, then you can obtain his blood openly, and the test results will not be so important at that time."

"Yes! We are not unable to accept blood tests, but we require that the blood after the test be processed on site and must not be taken out of the auditorium"!

Professor McGonagall also woke up from a dream and said to the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

In this way, there is no risk of Zhang Qi's blood being leaked, and he can also slap these Ministry of Magic officials in the face. This is the best result.

"Yes, Mr. Hilbert is a good man, you are slandering him"!

"After the blood test, we must have an explanation"!

The Slytherin area was the first to start the protest, and then chaotic sounds swept through the entire school.

Zhang Qi's help to ordinary students over the years is obvious to all. Although many people are jealous of his talent and strength, this does not mean that these people have no conscience!

"Minister Fudge, the students are not in a good mood. Do we continue to force him to get tested?"

Scrimgeour looked at the scene that was almost out of control and asked the minister with some uncertainty.

He must never order his Aurors to attack the students. Wizarding society is a small society, and almost all wizards know each other. In this kind of acquaintance society, you must not do anything to offend others!

"I suddenly felt that Picquery seemed unreliable. How about forgetting it for now?"

At this moment, Fudge also began to doubt the authenticity of the information provided by the Magical Congress of Edenia, in which Zhang Qi's Asian face played a key role.

No one can associate the image of an Asian with black hair and yellow skin with that arrogant Dark Lord of the generation!

"Come on kid, I'm sorry you may need an extra cut on your arm, but these Ministry bureaucrats are going to have to say something after the test"!

Professor McGonagall walked over angrily and gently took Zhang Qi's hand.

But there was no pull.

"What's wrong kid"?

Professor McGonagall was stunned.

"I'm very happy that everyone still trusts me so much. Really, I'm really touched."

Zhang Qi gently shook off Professor McGonagall's arm, and then took two steps forward.

"Go get a blood test, Mr. Hilbert! Smash the faces of these idiots!"

At the Gryffindor table, the twins waved their arms excitedly. They loved to see these sanctimonious Ministry of Magic officials make a fool of themselves.

"Yes, yes! I can't wait to see their twisted expressions"!

The long tables in several other colleges were also boiling.

“I’m really touched by everyone’s support.”

Zhang Qi looked at the excited crowd, smiled and gently raised his hand.

After everyone's voices subsided, Zhang Qi spread his hands and said to everyone:

"But unfortunately, what Ms. Picquery said is correct. Grindelwald is indeed my grandfather."

The moment he said these words, the auditorium that was still filled with whispers suddenly became silent. The professor and the students opened their eyes wide in surprise and stared at Zhang Qi, who was standing alone in the middle of the auditorium.

"What? You guys look surprised? I remember I asked this question to every friend I had a close relationship with."

"Do you think the descendants of the Dark Lord should bear the sins of their ancestors"?

Zhang Qi gently recited the famous saying he would ask every time he got along with others, and the entire auditorium suddenly fell into a dead silence. Everyone who had close contact with Zhang Qi recalled the scene at that time.

"Kid, you're kidding, right"?

Professor McGonagall stood there and asked very eagerly.

"I'm not kidding, Professor McGonagall. My grandfather drank too much before the duel, and then died in that duel. In a sense, Grindelwald was indeed the hero in that duel. died".

Zhang Qi sighed slightly, and then put his hands behind his back.

"Aurors, please step forward to remove Mr. Hilbert's wand and escort him back to the Ministry of Magic."

Picquery excitedly told the Aurors behind her that this scene reminded her of the scene when her grandmother captured Grindelwald disguised as Graves in the subway tunnel.

"However, I would like to know what charges you will arrest me on? Grindelwald's grandson"?

Zhang Qi spread his hands and asked in a calm but sarcastic voice:

"When has birth been a sin? Do you have to send me to Nurmengard just because I am related to a generation of Dark Lords?"

"Aurors, carry out my orders."

Picquery ignored Zhang Qi's sarcasm and ordered his men to control him immediately.

"Ah, classmate, it seems that there is no difference between the current Ministry of Magic and Voldemort's Death Eaters."

Zhang Qi shook his head with some regret.

"Aurors from England, most of you know my mother, and you took care of me when I was young."

"I give you time to think about whether you want to work for this idiot minister. After thinking about it, you can still choose to come and fight me, but I will no longer guarantee your life safety."

Zhang Qi looked at the expressions of struggle on the faces of the British Aurors, so he continued:

"The order was given by him, and the life is your own. Think about your wives, children, and parents. With the current pension system of the British Ministry of Magic, the pension provided when you died in battle is not even enough for your children to live in Hogwarts." graduate".

"This is your last chance to survive."

Zhang Qi glanced around at the Aurors who were obviously doubtful, and gently opened his golden eyes.