The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"It seems that Mr. Potter heard something after attending the death anniversary party of the ghosts, so he followed the sound all the way here, and finally found Mr. Cedric who had been petrified. But I am not sure that they are not lying. So please ask Principal Dumbledore to come over and Professor Flitwick, I think the situation here should be worth his while."

Zhang Qi pretended to be the most normal reaction of a person. Anyway, he just used the hidden information in his words to tell them that Ginny did not go to the party tonight. This is already the most benevolent and righteous, and Zhang Qi thinks that among the three people, he is the most Clever Hermione must be able to figure out what he meant.

"You, you don't believe us"?

Harry and Ron's faces turned red and they shouted in disbelief.

"It would be good for you and me to be cautious, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. If it wasn't you two who did it, then there is no need to be afraid. Too many excuses will only make others think you are guilty."

Zhang Qi continued to speak unhurriedly, but his right hand still did not leave the handle of the Desert Eagle at his waist.

That thing can't run far in such a short period of time. If you let down your guard at the wrong time, it could kill you!

After listening to what Zhang Qi said, Professor Flitwick nodded, and then took out his wand. After waving it a few times, silvery white mist began to emerge from the tip of the wand, and finally gathered into a cloud in the air. Flying bird shape.

The bird, which was entirely composed of silver-white mist, advanced along the narrow corridors and stairs, and flew towards the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Several people present fell into silence, and no one continued to speak for a long time.

After a while, messy and rapid footsteps came from the stairwell upstairs.

However, what Zhang Qi did not expect was that the first professor who ran down the stairs in a hurry was actually Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff. Her slightly bloated figure made it difficult for her to move on the stairs, but she She ran down the stairs immediately and rushed towards her students.

"Dumbledore! This is probably what happened"...

Flitwick saw Dumbledore coming down the stairs and immediately greeted him, and then gave him a complete description of what he knew.

"I know Filius, leave the rest to me."

Dumbledore frowned and nodded, then walked towards the petrified Cedric.

"It is a curse similar to the ancient Greek Medusa monster. Ordinary solutions to the curse are ineffective on this thing"!

After waving the wand a few times, Sprout gritted his teeth and said.

"I remember there were several pots of mandrakes in the greenhouse that were about to mature, right Pomona?"

Dumbledore also waved his wand and checked the petrified Cedric several times, and finally said to Sprout.

"Yes, Principal Dumbledore, but those mandrakes will not be fully mature until the end of the season. Only then can these mandrakes be used to prepare the petrifying anti-curse potion."

Sprout replied.

"Well, tell me what happened again carefully, Harry."

Dumbledore said extremely seriously.

The Gryffindor trio also realized the seriousness of this problem. Harry gave the lecture, Hermione was responsible for supplementing, and Ron was responsible for nodding beside them, and quickly recounted the matter from beginning to end.

"In short, Harry heard some kind of strange sound, and then you guys followed the sound and came here, and found Mr. Cedric who had been killed."

Dumbledore nodded, and after thinking for a while, he turned his attention to Zhang Qi.

"Then Mr. Chirol, why are you here?"

"I had one too many drinks at dinner and wanted to go to the toilet. After all, you know, lemon juice does act as a diuretic."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and continued helplessly:

"Then it happened that Professor Flitwick and Mr. Filch also drank a lot of beer tonight, so the three of us decided to go to the bathroom on the basement floor, because it is really uncomfortable to climb stairs while holding back the urge to pee. matter".

"As a result, we heard Miss Granger's scream while we were waiting for Professor Flitwick outside the toilet, so we hurried here and found the petrified Mr. Cedric and Mr. Potter. three people".

"That's true, Principal Dumbledore. When Professor Flitwick and I were about to close the door of the auditorium and go to the toilet downstairs, we almost slammed the door on Zirol's face."

Mr. Filch on the side interrupted.

"I think Mr. Potter was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, my dear Headmaster Dumbledore".

Snape, who was beside him, tossed his thick black robe and strode towards Harry.

"Then tell me Mr. Potter, why didn't you show up to the Halloween party at Hogwarts today"?

Snape looked at Harry appraisingly.

"Me and the rest of us went to attend the ghosts' party."

Hermione on the side stammered.

"Is your last name Potter, Miss Granger? I asked Mr. Potter, not you. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Snape snorted from his nose and continued.

"There are really people who are stupid enough to go to the ghost's Halloween party. Are you thinking about the troll's snot? Or maybe Mr. Potter thinks that rotten salmon will be more delicious than the grilled steak in the cafeteria. "?

At the mention of rotten salmon, the Gryffindor trio all held their stomachs in pain.

That scene was so disgusting.

"I think we should solve the case Dumbledore. Obviously this idiot Potter doesn't have the ability to petrify an outstanding fourth-year Hufflepuff boy. His brain is stupider than a troll and he probably hasn't learned it yet. The Petrification Curse, not to mention having a teacher who was even more stupid than him to teach him Defense Against the Dark Arts"...

Snape finished the sentence before Gilderoy Lockhart came down the stairs.

"Ah, this is a very advanced petrification spell. I have seen it before in Tanzania. I helped the poor Muggle unlock this spell."

As soon as Lockhart saw Cedric lying on the ground, he came over excitedly, and then said this without caring about the faces of the professors next to him.

"It turns out that guy is you"...

Zhang Qi complained in a low voice.

An official from China had talked to him before and said that a fancy-dressed British wizard once tried to sneak into the local army's training camp in Tanzania, but was knocked down by the military adviser we sent there.

If some local occultists in China hadn't recognized him as a wizard, he might have been treated as a CIA spy and directly dealt with by the Tanzanian soldiers who hate Americans to the core...