The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"Long time no see, Yan, you look more and more inhuman."

Zhang Qi clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the king of flesh and blood in front of him in an absolutely defenseless manner, exclaiming:

"I'm actually very curious. According to human morphology, all the tissues in your body are rotten meat that consumes nutrients in vain. What on earth can make you become what you are now?"

Yann completely ignored Zhang Qi's provocation, with an expression of shock and fear on his face.

"You! Why did you come here? I have obviously set up several anchor points, and those low-level undead should be holding you back!"

Ion's incarnation let out a cry of fear. He had specially set up anchor points in Britain, France and Japan. Creatures from the region would invade through the anchor points. Zhang Qi and Astoria A god of death should be distracted by the invasion of these areas!

How come he is here?This doesn't go according to plan!

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Tumor. I happen to have some good friends in the UK and Japan. As for France..."

Zhang Qi glanced at Grindelwald, who looked shocked, and then said calmly:

"Don't you think that the daughter of the first generation Dark Lord is a loser? Maybe her son is too outstanding and has overshadowed her, but this does not mean that her strength has diminished and she cannot Address this crisis!"

"The long river of time has passed away too much, and some characters have long been submerged in history. You cannot obtain their existence from history books, because they themselves are myths."

Zhang Qi weighed the Sword of Greed in his hand. This sword was still so handy. After all, it was the sword used by Gryffindor back then. In these thousands of years, the four giants actually still had time to improve the sword.

"How could...this, this is impossible!"

Yan suddenly felt a chill that penetrated the depths of his soul. This incarnation had never felt such a powerful sense of fear since its creation!

He felt that the undead army he had released in England had lost contact in an instant, and the way of disconnection was very strange. It was not that the undead were passively cut off from the main consciousness after being destroyed, but it seemed that someone had directly snatched them away. Control of those undead!

"Although the count who once impaled his enemies has become decadent, his heart is still hot. Ion, you have provoked an ancient creature that you shouldn't have provoked."

Zhang Qi held the heavy Sword of Greed with one hand and turned it around in his hand with extraordinary flexibility. Grindelwald, who already had some osteoporosis, saw his eyelids twitching. He was so weak that he did not dare to lift heavy objects now. , otherwise it is likely to cause fractures.

Ion tried hard to stabilize the tremors deep in his soul. He had just connected to the vision of random undead creatures in Britain, and then he saw a particularly terrifying sight.

The sticky blood rushed over the entire city like a tsunami. Wherever it went, the trembling humans were safe and sound, but all the undead were entangled in the blood and immediately lost control.

In the endless blood, the dead are slowly standing up. They are all controlled by a unified goal, controlled by the only thing!

"The earl asked me to give you a message - you low-level ghouls have no consciousness of your own. You kill just for the sake of killing, and you don't even know how to feed yourself. How can you low-level ghouls?" Do you have the guts to confront the superior vampire king?"

Zhang Qi waved to Father Anderson who was fighting on the side, and then said loudly:

"Principal Dumbledore, Mr. Grindelwald, I have opened the suppression circle here. You can take the surviving civilians and evacuate through teleportation. Father Anderson and I are behind!"

"That's what it means! These undead actually dare to walk in the world openly. They have deviated from the original principles and justice of the world. They are the straw that is about to be cut down!"

Father Anderson, who was already red-eyed, let out a loud laugh. He waved the gun sword in his hand and rushed into the crowd of undead. Blood and flesh flew everywhere wherever he went, and he forcibly cut a bloody path through the crowd of undead!

"You two, what are you waiting for? Now the whole city has been turned into hell. Except for some lucky people living on the edge of the city, you are the only survivors! Evacuate first with the hope of mankind! I will then arrive!"

Zhang Qi patted Dumbledore on the shoulder, and the white scales on the old man's face fell off, revealing the normal human skin underneath.

"Principal Dumbledore, you are my mentor. Although we have conflicts and differences between us, what I want to say is that you will always be my teacher."

Zhang Qi waved his hand to the old man, then held the sword in his hand and walked slowly towards the incoming undead group.

"Kid, be careful!"

Dumbledore looked at the young man's retreating back, gritted his teeth, and then organized all the surviving humans to stand together.

There are about 300 uninfected humans in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, of which more than 100 are employees of the Ministry of Magic, and more than 200 Muggles.

But whether they are wizards or Muggles, they are no longer trembling with fear at this moment, because the priests and nuns who rushed towards the undead crowd, and the boy who waved the undead heads and flew them away, are the real hope of mankind!

After all preparations were completed, Dumbledore and Grindelwald activated the teleportation circle. The two looked solemnly at the chaotic battlefield where they were fighting. They opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but they disappeared before they could speak. A burst of light.

"Interesting. It seems that there must be something wrong with your body. Otherwise, it would be impossible to ask Dumbledore to take those Muggles to evacuate first. You stayed here to die."

Yann let out a sneer. He seemed to have seen through the heart of the young man in front of him. He was definitely unable to reach his previous strength due to some things, so he chose to stay and break up.

"No, no, no, Mr. Tumor, you seem to have some misunderstandings about me."

But what Yann didn't expect was that Zhang Qi actually shook his head, and then continued to walk slowly towards the wave of undead.

"I just think that the next scene is quite violent and not suitable for Muggles and two old people to watch."

The Sword of Greed in Zhang Qi's hand ignited blue flames. These flames were not high-temperature plasma in a pure sense, but some energy projected into the three-dimensional space!

If someone could sneak into the other world at this time and view the battlefield from a sharp perspective, then they would see a cold blue sun composed of pure energy covering the entire battlefield!