The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"Ah, this pile of parts is indeed very heavy"...

Zhang Qi reassembled the box and tried to lift it with both hands, but it didn't move.

"Floating into the sky".

He used his wand to control the box and lifted it off the ground. Just when Zhang Qi was about to go back to his dormitory and hide the box, Snape stopped him.

"You should have thought about Quidditch, right?"

Snape's tone was slightly resentful.

Ever since the gorilla was ruthlessly eradicated by Zhang Qi, along with the family's roots, the entire Hogwarts had become much quieter.

But Slytherin lost its most powerful center.

In line with the principle of whoever caused the trouble should handle it, Snapto Dumbledore told Zhang Qi that he would be responsible for Slytherin's team affairs in the future, and demanded that he must win the Quidditch championship this time.

But Zhang Qi couldn't even remember the rules in the Quidditch manual (in fact, he just didn't want to play), so the task of reviving the team's glory naturally fell on Gemma Farley. The graduating seventh grade seniors have added a lot of burdens.

So Snape decided to come to Zhang Qi personally and ask him what he planned to do in the future.

"Uh, this is it"...

Zhang Qi was at a loss for words. He knew nothing about Quidditch. Wasn't this just trying to catch up?

Got it!

"I know how to win this Quidditch match, Professor Snape."

"Oh"?

Snape continued to ask with some disbelief:

"What can you do"?

"Well, if, I mean if. If during the finals, Slytherin's seeker suddenly changes due to a stomachache, and he is still a new student in Slytherin, our opponents will most likely think that this is just a one-time event. Unexpected events, and you have a certain contempt for this new student union, right?”

Zhang Qi thought for a moment and then said.

"Well, keep talking."

Snape nodded, obviously intrigued by the topic.

"What if, I still say if, if this new student has a broom that can reach a speed of 300 miles per hour, and also has reaction speed and eyesight several times that of ordinary people, then this new student has a high probability of being able to defeat Mr. Potter's capture The golden snitch’s time record and winning the competition while others were dumbfounded.”

"Is the freshman you are talking about yourself? And where did you get a broom that can fly so fast? Even the Firebolt, which will be officially launched next year, can only reach a top speed of 248 miles per hour." ! .

Snape stared at Zhang Qi's face, seemingly frightened by the broom data he mentioned.

"Don't worry, professor. It's our motto to never fight an unprepared battle."

Zhang Qi smiled and replied, but he didn't want to tell Snape for the time being that the main structure of the broom was made of aerospace alloy. If someone wanted to die and wanted to stand in front of him during the game...

"Don't worry, this year's Quidditch Cup will definitely be ours"!

"Then I'll wait for this year's trophy to be placed in the Slytherin common room."

Snape nodded approvingly, then turned and left.

"Well, Mr. Filch"?

Just when Zhang Qi was about to transport the box back to the dormitory, he unexpectedly saw Filch carrying a huge pumpkin and walking toward the podium between the faculty seats.

"Ah, Mr. Zirol"!

Filch effortlessly placed the pumpkin on the podium, then patted his coat.

"Tonight's banquet needs some decorations, so I'm here to help."

Filch looked much better now than before. His hair and beard were neatly taken care of, and he looked more like a professor than a school janitor.

"How was today's training? Can he still handle it?"

Zhang Qi controlled the box and put it on the ground first to prevent passing students from accidentally bumping into it, and then continued to ask with a smile.

"Well, his talent is not bad. Although he is not a gifted person, he is definitely not ordinary. He also works hard in daily teaching, but his body is indeed too weak."

Filch thought about it carefully and continued to talk to Zhang Qi.

"Although his talent for swordsmanship is not very good, he is indeed a genius when it comes to shooting. During his first target training, he was able to hit 1 rings at 25 meters. Now he can accurately use a gun within a range of 80 meters. of breaking a glass bottle".

"Wow, then this talent is really good."

Zhang Qi said with great emotion.

It was my first time shooting in my last life, and my 1-meter score was 20, which was considered the best in the class.

(The author used a .22-caliber sports pistol for his first target practice and hit 25 rings at 91 meters. This was the first time I touched a gun in my life)

"Indeed, but his physical fitness is really not good enough. After a few experiments, I started to train him daily using the same training methods as female vampire hunters."

Filch said a little helplessly.

"Few women become vampire hunters, and usually female vampire hunters use guns and daggers as their main means of self-protection, so the knife skills I teach them are mainly based on the use of daggers."

"Thank you, Mr. Filch... Well, can you lend me your cat for a while?"

Zhang Qi looked at the dirty kitten that never left Filch's feet and asked casually.

"Of course, Mr. Zirol, Mrs. Lorris likes you very much."

Mrs. Loris came to Zhang Qi's feet out of curiosity and rubbed Zhang Qi's trouser legs with her hair.

"Ah, your cat looks a little dirty. Let me go and give it a bath for you."

Zhang Qi said to Filch with a smile.

"Ah, I'm sorry to trouble you."

With Filch's permission, Zhang Qi immediately hugged Mrs. Loris and dragged the huge box back to his dormitory.

Mrs. Norris seemed very happy when she arrived in the Slytherin dormitory. This was mainly because cats are nocturnal animals and they like the night more than the day.

After putting less hot water in the bathtub, Zhang Qi put the quiet Mrs. Loris into the bathtub and started to make bubbles on her body.

Zhang Qi clearly remembered that on Halloween, the poor cat would be petrified and would not return to its normal state until the end of the semester.

Filch did a great favor to Zhang Qi by teaching Alito swordsmanship and shooting. In return, Zhang Qi, who already liked kittens, planned to help Mrs. Loris escape.

The gray-black water flowed into the sewer along the dirty hair. Zhang Qi, who felt that it had not been completely washed, bubbled it again.

"Well, this should be enough.

Rinse away the bubbles with water, Zhang Qi carefully looked at the small but fair-looking kitten in front of him for a while, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Quick drying"!