The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"when"……

Dumbledore felt a sharp pain in his right hand. The old man lowered his head in shock and looked at his right hand that had been strangled with blood. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Did Gellert already know this?"

Dumbledore put down his wand dejectedly and muttered to himself in disbelief:

"Why did he hide it from me?"

"You guessed wrong after all. He doesn't know my kinship with him. In a sense, this blood covenant was cheated by me."

"Oh, by the way, I strongly recommend that you go to Nurmengard later. After all, the hint in Director Picquery's words just now is already obvious."

Zhang Qi spread his hands again, then sighed softly and grabbed the girl's hand.

"Miss Greengrass, would you like to go on a thrilling escape with me later? It will be exciting."

Zhang Qi stared at those eyes that were as clear as red crystals, with a sincere apology in his eyes.

During the several years of getting along, she always trusted him so much, but he had to deceive her several times.

"Looks like I don't have time to pack"?

Astoria sighed deliberately.

"Yes, we don't have much time to prepare in life. Sometimes we always have to leave when we travel, but I'm still glad that I brought my own handbag."

Zhang Qi grabbed the suitcase he had just put on the table next to him, and finally gently held the girl's hand.

"I'm sorry, Astoria."

"Dumbledore! Why didn't you stop him"!

Fudge watched everything that happened here tremblingly at the door of the auditorium. The scene of those Aurors bursting like exploding balloons was too terrifying, and his legs were still shaking.

"I can not".

Dumbledore sighed and raised his bloody right hand, the blood pact pendant on it still shining.

"how come"……

Scrimgeour clearly recognized what it was, and then a look of despair appeared on his face.

Dumbledore could no longer attack him, so how long could he survive with just the Aurors under him?

"Oh, it seems that Director Picquery is still unwilling to fail."

Zhang Qi glanced at the Edenian Aurors who were still frightened but still raised their wands and pointed them at him, and snorted softly.

"Then, Aurors of Edenia, it's time to make a choice."

"Step into this blue circle of fire and offer me your loyalty."

"Or, you actively chose death"?

Standing in the center of the fire circle, Zhang Qi glanced at the Aurors with no expression in his eyes.

"Zirol! You can't do this"!

With an urgent cry, a figure suddenly jumped out of the stairwell and ran towards the fire ring!

"Ah, Harry"!

Zhang Qi looked helplessly at the figure running towards here, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet fiercely.

Harry ran hard towards the ring of fire, and the burning sensation in front of him almost made him unable to keep his eyes open.

His subconscious was frantically warning him that if he continued to move forward, he would be burned alive.

However, Harry's steps still did not pause. Under the horrifying gazes of everyone, he actually stepped into the ring of fire!

"Ah, Harry, you still have such a reckless streak".

Zhang Qi looked helplessly at the kind boy and shook his head gently.

"You can't do this! Many people will die! You have not committed any crime, and you cannot continue like this"...

Harry said urgently, but the sound in his throat stopped abruptly.

A hand that looked fair and slender, but was actually as hard as an iron pincer, clamped hard on his neck and lifted him up from the ground!

"Ah, I often think that the symbol of England is not Dumbledore, but you who killed Voldemort."

As Zhang Qi spoke, the muscles in his hands slowly tightened.

Harry waved his limbs feebly, but to no avail.

"Then, Mr. Potter, if I kill you, the British wizarding world will lose its symbol, and then my future actions here will become smoother."

Zhang Qi raised the wand with his left hand, and a pale green light lingered on the wand, exuding an ominous aura.

"Farewell, Harry Potter, you killed the second generation Dark Lord, only to be killed by the third generation Dark Lord."

"Hilbert"!

Astoria looked at the ominous green light at the tip of Zhang Qi's wand in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Avada Kedavra"!

The miserable green light beam hit Harry hard, and his limbs that were still struggling hung down weakly and became motionless!

"Do not"!

Hidden in the darkness, Hermione let out a heartbroken roar and then fell to her knees.

"Zirol! How could you do this"!

Snape, who had just walked up the steps, happened to see this scene, and immediately let out a roar of disbelief.

"Sorry, professors, I can't allow anyone to stand in my way anymore, no one."

Zhang Qi let go of his hand, and Harry's body fell to the ground with a plop. It rolled around on the ground like a rag doll that had lost its vitality, and finally stopped on the floor.

"Ah, the screams are beautiful notes from hell. Only a few people know how to appreciate them."

Zhang Qi waved his wand gracefully like a conductor waving his baton. The originally calm blue flames violently erupted, condensing into tentacles one after another and fiercely sweeping towards the Edenian Aurors. them.

"what"!

The Aurors who were hit by the flames immediately let out horrible screams. The flames gradually spread where they were hit, burning their bodies slowly but quickly, from the outside to the inside or from the inside to the outside. Slowly burn them to ashes.

The auditorium was filled with screams one after another.Astoria looked at her lover with disbelief in her eyes.

"Don't be so afraid of me. Those who die are all deserved people. The moment they plan to kill me, they must be prepared to be killed by me."

Zhang Qi rubbed the girl's long white hair very gently, and then looked sideways into the void.

"Come out, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Your understanding of death amazes me, Mr. Zirol."

With a sound coming from somewhere, the whole world stopped.

In the darkness of the air in front of Zhang Qi, a figure wearing a hooded robe slowly walked out, holding a notebook in his hand.

"Ah, let me see, 32 people died, I want to take away their souls, thank you for completing my KPI for me."

Mr. Death took off his hood, revealing the handsome face underneath. He was writing and drawing in his notebook with a signature pen, while nodding towards Zhang Qi.

"Wrong, 31 people died. I don't think you will deny it, right?"

Zhang Qi snorted coldly, took out a piece of clothing that shone like mercury from the suitcase and threw it over.

"Oh, the other two should be on the old man's body. Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, but there are still people who can remember my promise."

Mr. Death picked up the invisibility cloak and dusted it off with some distress.

"Okay, but this thing can only be used once every hundred years. You have used up your only chance, Mr. Zhang."

"Please set an alarm clock for this child and wake up in half an hour. Don't really be put in a coffin."

Zhang Qi sighed, then took out a note he had written long ago and stuffed it into Harry's pocket.