The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"Mr. Hilbert! How do you feel now?"

Dumbledore opened the door to the infirmary and strode in, carrying a basket in his hand.

"You're hungry, I brought you some food."

Dumbledore tried hard not to pay attention to Hekmadia's gaze that almost pierced him. He took out a fresh and hot sandwich from the basket with a slight embarrassment and handed it to Zhang Qi.

"Thank you, principal."

Zhang Qi reached out and took the sandwich, but he didn't eat it immediately, but held it in his hand first.

"Principal Dumbledore, how is Astoria?"

Zhang Qi asked, holding the sandwich.

"She woke up earlier than you. Astoria woke up a day ago."

Dumbledore replied.

"Let's have some food first, the people from the Ministry of Magic want you to answer some questions."

With bloodshot eyes, Hekmadia directly picked up a piece of mutton that had been cut into small pieces with a fork and stuffed it into Zhang Qi's mouth, blocking his next words.

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes helplessly at his mother, swallowed the piece of mutton, and then took a bite of the still warm sandwich.

Zhang Qi now felt as if he hadn't eaten for several days, and his eyes were so hungry that they turned green.

In a short time, everything in the basket was eaten clean.

"Would you like anything more, kid?"

Dumbledore asked.

"No, it's probably lunch time again in a while. Let's just go to the auditorium to eat."

Zhang Qi rejected Dumbledore's kindness.

"You just said that the Ministry of Magic wants to ask me about something? What's going on?"

Zhang Qi asked slightly confused.

"Do you know how much noise you made last night?"

Dumbledore stroked his long silver beard and asked after thinking for a moment.

"Uh, how big"?

Zhang Qi scratched his head and asked, not daring to confirm.

"The underground lake water in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets had turned into a pot of half-baked broth before we arrived, and the 20-meter-tall Slytherin statue also collapsed in half. The scene below seemed to be mentioned in the myth of the Papal State. It's like hell."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He couldn't even imagine what this child did down there last night!

"All the statues and armors in the Hogwarts castle were knocked down, and even many portraits fell directly to the ground. A thick layer of dirt on the ceiling beams fell on the students who were taking refuge in the auditorium at that time. Ash".

Ah this.

Zhang Qi was really stunned when he heard this.

Is this something I've done?

No way?

Why didn’t I know I was so powerful?

Zhang Qi clicked on his system panel while pretending to be stunned, and took a sneak peek at his personal attributes while Dumbledore's eyes turned in other directions.

Speech Spirit: Mingzhao

Ling Ling: Mirror pupil

Word Spirit: Judgment

Oh, it turns out that the verbal spirit is judgment.

Wait, trial?

What the hell!

Zhang Qi was stunned for almost an instant, staring at the panel suspended in the air in disbelief.

Zhang Qi finally understood what he did last night. Fortunately, Hogwarts only experienced a moderate earthquake on the ground, otherwise...

The Qirol family is expected to pay a large amount of compensation this time.

Even if this Yanling demolished a tall building in seconds, Zhang Qi wouldn't be surprised at all.

After all, the serial number of this word spirit is 111, which is not a word spirit that ordinary people can master.

Theoretically, only pure-blood dragons can control Yanlings with serial numbers higher than 110!

There was such a big commotion, Zhang Qi had to give an explanation to the Ministry of Magic.

Even though the power of the Zirol family can completely handle all this, the Ministry of Magic is not so easy to fool this time.

"Is Hilbert Chirol awake? The Ministry of Magic has something to ask."

The door to the medical room was pushed open violently, and a middle-aged man who looked like an old lion walked in.

Scrimgeour, the Attorney General of the Ministry of Magic, was born as an Auror.

"Sorry Dumbledore, I couldn't stop him"...

Madam Pomfrey hurried over behind him and said to Dumbledore anxiously.

"The child has just woken up. Scrimgeour, your actions are a bit too rough."

Dumbledore frowned, and Hekmedia on the side said something to Snape. Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Qi saw Snape take out a bottle of green potion from his robe and hand it to him. He gave her what seemed to be a sobering potion.

"Hilbert Zirol"?

Scrimgeour ignored Dumbledore and stared at Zhang Qi with a gloomy look.

The child in front of him made him very uncomfortable. Scrimgeour always felt as if he was being targeted by some kind of beast.

"Yes, Director Scrimgeour."

Zhang Qi, who had already tightly folded Longyi behind his back, leaned on the bed calmly and answered casually.

"Please correct your attitude, Mr. Zirol."

Scrimgeour's eyebrows almost knitted together.

"Please forgive the unreasonableness of a patient. He has just woken up from the sequelae of a fierce battle, and he has to suffer unnecessary interruption again, and the other party has no regrets."

Zhang Qi had a smile on his face, but his words were as sharp and ruthless as a bayonet.

"Humph"!

Scrimgeour snorted, then pulled up a chair and sat next to the hospital bed.

"The British Ministry of Magic suspects that you used dark magic and prohibited Muggle supplies last night, and the Department of Justice found that the Chirol family is suspected of using financial means to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, so please answer my questions truthfully."

Scrimgeour said in a deep voice, trying to put some psychological pressure on the child in front of him.

"Dark magic? Please stop joking, Director Scrimgeour, how could I, a first-year freshman, know that kind of thing?"

Zhang Qi opened his hands innocently.

"Besides, even if I used black magic, do you have any evidence?"

Zhang Qi said softly.

Scrimgeour stood up suddenly after hearing Zhang Qi's words, and the violent movement even kicked over the chair next to him.

Hekmadia and Snape showed gloating smiles on the side, while Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

This child's personality is almost exactly the same as her mother's, and she's so irritating.

"Huh, what is this?"

Scrimgeour took out a Magnum shell from the inner pocket of his robe and waved it in front of Zhang Qi's eyes.

"Muggle firearms are one of the main ways for the Zirol family to make money in the secular world."

Zhang Qi replied nonchalantly.

"Then congratulations Mr. Zirol, the Ministry of Magic has regulations on this kind of Muggle weapon. Holding it and using the Unforgivable Curse will be locked up in Azkaban for a lifetime."

Scrimgeour pulled out his wand and pointed it at Zhang Qi's face.

"Then I will arrest you in the name of the Ministry of Magic. You will be transported to the Wizengamot Court for trial on a selected date. I estimate it should be permanent imprisonment in Azkaban."

Scrimgeour looked warily in Dumbledore's direction as he spoke these words.

If Dumbledore takes action, he has no chance of winning!

"Okay Xiao Qi, don't make trouble with him."

Hekmadia said nonchalantly from the side.

"Fine"……

Zhang Qi yawned.

"Look, Mr. Scrimgeour, I wonder if you've ever heard of a saying?"

Zhang Qi asked.

"What proverb"?

Scrimgeour asked, frowning.

"The strongest fortresses are always breached from within."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and continued.

"Do you believe it, Director Scrimgeuse? There's no way I'm going to be sentenced to life in prison by the Wizengamot Court, because in a little while someone's going to come knocking on the door of the infirmary - maybe a senior official, or even Secretary Fudge himself, who knows”?

"He will call you out first, then praise your seriousness and work performance, and then inform you that you are about to be promoted and have a salary increase. But he will also tell you that I will never go to jail, and will be released immediately and receive a large salary. Compensation".

Zhang Qi saw Scrimgeour's face slowly starting to darken, and nodded with satisfaction.

"You will argue with him, greet his family and even threaten to resign, but it doesn't matter, because it will all be to no avail. I will still be acquitted and become a hero at Hogwarts. The Daily Prophet will report on me. For my deeds, Minister Fudge will personally award me the Order of Merlin, and people will treat me as a hero."

"What do you mean"?

Scrimgeour asked with a dark face and a frown.

"My mother often said that every 12 people in the world will own a gun. Some people choose to sell the gun to the remaining 11 people, but she will continue to sell the gun to the person who has the gun. You Do you know why that is? Director Scrimgeour"?

"why"?

Just as Scrimgeour was about to ask this question, there was a knock on the door of the Hogwarts Infirmary.

Dumbledore, Snape and Scrimgeour all looked in the direction of the door with confused expressions, and then Scrimgeour strode over and opened the door.

"Good afternoon, Director Scrimgeour."

A Ministry of Magic official wearing a top hat came in and said hello to Scrimgeour.

"Minister Fudge and officials from the Ministry of Magic have just had a meeting. They agreed that this matter was a misunderstanding. The Ministry of Magic's rash question to Mr. Chirol is actually an insult, so the Minister hopes that you will stop the alignment now. Mr Rowe's inquiry and an apology on behalf of the Ministry of Magic."

"What? Fugui"...

Scrimgeour opened his mouth, so angry that he could hardly form a complete sentence.

"That's because people who own guns will continue to buy guns. After all, when you find that you can decide the life and death of others at will, you can never give up on rights."...

Zhang Qi said softly, answering Scrimgeour's doubts.

Scrimgeour's face suddenly turned red, but he knew in his heart that what Zhang Qi said was right.

Fudge actually represents the interests of the pure-blood family, and his attempt to completely overthrow a family has angered the pure-blood aristocratic circle.

After all, internal fighting is a family matter. At this time, if outsiders want to come and get involved, those ancient families must not just sit idly by.

When he was young, Scrimgeour naively thought that becoming an Auror would enable him to uphold justice. Even though he had seen many strange things during his years of work, he always thought that this was the right thing to do.

But today, Scrimgeour finally understood how naive his thoughts were back then.

Power is always what people desire most.

Fudge relied on Dumbledore to rise to power, but now most of the pure-blood families support him, using large amounts of political donations to maintain the stability of the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge could not, and absolutely did not want to, leave these large pure-blood families who could bring significant benefits.

Scrimgeour had never felt so miserable and confused as he did now.

It was the shame and loss after the dream was ruthlessly crushed, perhaps mixed with a trace of powerlessness.

Scrimgeour remembered what the boy said in the Great Hall of Hogwarts:

"Those pure-blood families can easily acquit themselves even if they kill someone."

It seems that this is not an empty talk...

Scrimgeour shook his head mockingly, and then walked to Zhang Qi's bed.

"Mr. Zirol, I'm sorry that the Ministry of Magic has presumptuously disturbed you in this way. For this, I sincerely apologize to you on behalf of the Minister and other senior officials."

Scrimgeour smiled bitterly and bowed deeply to Zhang Qi.

"The Zirol family is generous and we accept the apology from the British Ministry of Magic."

Zhang Qi replied with a smile.

Dumbledore looked at Zhang Qi and the deflated Scrimgeour, and smiled bitterly.

This child is really becoming more and more like that person...

Snape looked at his godson with a complicated expression.

He really didn't expect that Zhang Qi would be so proficient in power, and his calculating skills almost made him shudder!

However, he is indeed a Slytherin, much better than Lucius.

Snape nodded.

"Then I won't bother you anymore."

Scrimgeour said to Dumbledore, and then walked out of the infirmary door dejectedly.

Everything he cherished and everything he believed in was destroyed...

"I made you laugh, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Zhang Qi said apologetically to Dumbledore after Scrimgeour left.

"It's nothing, kid. As an old man, my eyes have been opened today."

Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"Well, I think lunch is about to start, so let's go to the auditorium together. Will Ms. Zirol come too?"

"No, Professor Dumbledore, I just want to ask you for leave."

Zhang Qi waved his hand and said.

"I think, with Astoria and I's usual scores, it wouldn't be too much to get a perfect score in the final exam, right?"

"Your courage and talent are worthy of your achievements."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled in confirmation.

"Then I'm going to take a leave of absence for Astoria and I first. I'm going to take her to have her eyes treated so that she can fully recover."

Zhang Qi looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

"I need to go back to China with Astoria."