The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

pain.

Every part of the body is in pain.

This is what Zhang Qi first felt when he slowly regained consciousness.

Every part of his body was as hot as being grilled on a steel frame, as if someone was grilling Zhang Qi and spraying chili water.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, followed by clearer pain.

The back was twitching violently as if it had been pierced by Voldemort's heart, and the intense tsunami-like pain was clearly transmitted to Zhang Qi's mind, as if someone was pouring the hot metal that was just out of the furnace bit by bit. on his back.

"what"!

Zhang Qi's body twitched with the severe pain, and then opened his eyes.

The pain in his whole body disappeared the moment he woke up, but a strange feeling seemed to come from his back.

It was as if something was sticking to his back, hard, but he didn't panic.

As if that thing was a natural match for him.

The early morning sunlight poured into the room unhindered from the half-opened curtains, illuminating a slightly familiar enameled iron shelf next to it.

Infusion stand?

Zhang Qi narrowed his eyes, and then with difficulty he turned his gaze to his right hand, which was on the outside of the quilt.

A piece of white tape was attached to it, and there was a rubber tube attached to the glass bottle on the IV pole.

On a reclining chair on the other side of Zhang Qi's bed, there was a white-haired woman covered with a black trench coat. There was a tired feeling on her delicate face, who had fallen into a dreamland.

That was Hekmedia, Zhang Qi tried to look around the environment for four weeks again, and he was indeed lying in the Hogwarts medical room.

my head hurts...

Zhang Qi opened his eyes and tried to recall what happened before he fell into a coma.

Astoria!

Zhang Qi's head seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer and began to suffer severe pain. He seemed to remember something important, but suddenly he couldn't.

Don't be in a hurry, start with what happened at the beginning and sort it out slowly.

Yesterday, I went to the secret room alone to save Astoria.

Then……

The expression on Zhang Qi's face became painful.

Infernal corpse, cross, blood hole on the face...

"His"!

Zhang Qi's head began to ache again, and his subconscious was refusing to recall the painful experience last night.

no! Never stop remembering!

Zhang Qi struggled to endure the severe pain and began to recall it.

He used directional mines to scrap half a platoon of Infernal corpses, and he can't remember what happened after that.

Zhang Qi's brain was so painful that he couldn't think. He decisively stopped this self-abuse behavior and lay powerlessly on the soft and comfortable bed in the infirmary.

How is Astoria?

In the end, he escaped without missing arms or legs, which proved that the rescue was successful, but I don't know what the effect was?

Also, how can I make Astoria accept the fact that she only has one eye now?

How should this poor girl face all this?

Zhang Qi was lying on the bed, never feeling so powerless.

In the end, no one was able to save him.

Zhang Qi glanced at the mature Hekmedia who was sleeping with a windbreaker on the reclining chair next to him, and thought it would be better to let his mother sleep for a while longer.

Looking at this, Hekmedia seemed to have not slept for a long time.

Zhang Qi decided not to disturb her for now.

But……

Zhang Qi glanced at the glass bottle hanging on the infusion stand, and there was a little bit of liquid left in it.

However, it seems to be red?

But why is the potion red?

Zhang Qi's lips were constantly twitching.

"Damn it! The blood has returned!"

Zhang Qi's scream like killing a pig resounded throughout the infirmary.

"Who"?

Hekmedia suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the reclining chair, grabbed the windbreaker that was covering him, and waved it towards the front of Zhang Qi's hospital bed.

That's her habit. The windbreaker unfolded in the air can block the enemy's sight, causing him to subconsciously lose his target.

"what's going on"?

The door of the medical room was kicked open from the outside, and Snape, whose face and hair were slightly greasy, strode in, and raised his wand vigilantly.

"you're awake"?

Hekmedia asked in surprise, then he didn't care to pick up the windbreaker that was thrown on the ground, and hurried to the front of the hospital bed.

"How do you feel now?"

Hekmedia and Snape slowly helped Zhang Qi up from the bed and asked with great concern at the same time.

"It's okay, but the back always hurts, and something seems to be holding on, which is very uncomfortable."

With that said, Zhang Qi, who was wearing a hospital gown, tried to move her shoulder blades.

"Thorn!"

With the sound of a torn cloth, the hospital gown behind Zhang Qi was effortlessly pierced by something sharp, revealing hard white bone wings.

"What's on my back"?

Zhang Qi was taken aback by surprise, and then began to frantically twist his upper body, trying to see what was behind him.

The scene was like the cat kept chasing its tail, it felt very joyful.

"Looks like he's fine, Severus."

Seeing his son's frightened behavior, Hekmedia helplessly said to Snape.

However, the tone was much more relaxed.

After all, that was her son.

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Time goes back to the abandoned girls' bathroom on the third floor that night.

"Dumbledore"!

Snape yelled anxiously at Dumbledore for the tenth time:

"The child has been down for almost half an hour, but there is still no movement over there. You can't leave him there with Astoria!"

"hold on"!

Dumbledore rubbed his beard a little anxiously, trying to make his voice calmer.

But that still couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

Dumbledore hasn't hated himself as much as he does now in years, and the last time he felt so guilty was Ariana's...

Dumbledore shook his head fiercely, throwing the guilt out of his mind.

Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, but also the spiritual pillar of the wizarding world.

He sometimes had to sacrifice some opportunities to save innocent people for the greater good.

He couldn't put the other Hogwarts students at risk for these two.

So he could only stay here quietly, anxious but unable to do anything.

Dumbledore knew that after his death, he would be taken directly to **** by Death, but he did not regret it, nor could he regret it.

Dumbledore was actually depressed for a long time after Ariana's death, but he figured it out later.

Grindelwald is actually right in a sense - if you want to change the status quo in order to save more people, you must shed blood, and some of the blood shed is dirty, and some is the mourning of the innocent...

"Dumbledore, I'm telling you now that I'm going down"!

After waiting for another 10 minutes, Snape stood up unbearably and spoke to Dumbledore again.

"Sit down, Severus, I believe in that kid's strength."

Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Boom"!

Just when Snape's face was already flushed red, and when he was about to open his mouth to greet the Dumbledore family, the two of them keenly felt that the floor beneath their feet seemed to tremble slightly.

"Did you feel Dumbledore?"

Snape asked suspiciously.

"I think I do feel it, the floor at Hogwarts seems to be shaking."

Dumbledore frowned.

What happened next?

"Boom"!

"Bang bang bang"!

Dumbledore and Snape stood in front of the black hole staring at each other, listening to the constant explosions and gunshots coming from below.

"Go down now"!

After hearing those voices, Snape ran two steps forward anxiously, and then prepared to jump down toward the hole.

But just as he walked in front of the dark entrance, there was a loud noise from below. For a while, the entire castle began to shake violently.

"Boom"!

It was as if a shield machine was cutting the ground beneath Hogwarts, and the entire castle began to shake violently. The dust on the girder was swayed down, and several uneasy portraits hanging in the corridor also fell to the ground, and the characters inside ran away, cursing dirty words as they ran.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp sound in the corridor outside. It was the crisp sound when the decorative armors were shaken violently and smashed to the floor.

"Go now, Fox"!

At this time, Dumbledore also ignored the demand in the blood written on the wall to kill Astoria if anyone else went down, and tapped the scarred wand in front of him. The air condensed it into a solid barrier, and then walked quickly to Snape and jumped down the hole.

Snape jumped right after him.

I don't know how long they slid down that dirty slide before the two successfully reached the artificial building complex made by Slytherin.

The original scene here is a small bridge connecting the island in the center of the lake. There is a high altar in the center of the island in the center of the lake. Each floor of the altar is connected by a narrow passage.

But Dumbledore had only one feeling the first time he saw the scene here.

Nausea!

Originally clear and transparent, you can see that the lake water at the bottom of the lake has turned to gray powder at this time, and there are some disgusting suspended substances floating on the lake water with a stench and rust smell.

Where is this lake? This is obviously a bowl of half-raw broth!

Resisting the nausea in his heart, Dumbledore dragged Snape onto the small bridge and walked towards the high platform above the island in the middle of the lake.

"Yuck"!

After seeing the weird scene on the high platform, Snape could no longer maintain his Occlumency Technique, which was considered superb, and squatted down and began to vomit wildly toward the ground.

On the highest platform, countless mutilated limbs are stacked layer by layer, creating a bizarre set on the platform. The splattered flesh and bone residue stuck to the walls and the bluestone floor layer by layer, interpreting the craziest art in the bloodiest way.

Dumbledore's stomach was also twitching violently. He tried hard not to spit it out, then carefully stepped on the stench sticking to the ground, and walked forward step by step.

The boots on the feet stepped on the ground and made a creaking sound, which was the dirty blood on the ground entering the gaps in the soles of the boots.

Dumbledore, with a bubble on his head, continued to walk forward.

The huge statue of Slytherin had been pierced through the knee by a sharp stone spear, and a worn Slytherin school robe had been nailed to it, which seemed to be covered with dust.

That is the soul sand that flows on the ground after the resentment condensed by some kind of black magic has disappeared. It can be used to prepare a cooling agent.

Ginny, whose complexion had begun to turn red, lay at the foot of the Slytherin statue, and seemed to be in good condition except for being in a coma.

Under an obsidian cross full of cracks, Zhang Qi and Astoria leaned against their backs lifelessly, their arms and fingers tightly intertwined.

Dumbledore walked over and put his hand under the noses of the two.

And breathing.

The white bangs on Astoria's forehead blocked her left eye, and Dumbledore noticed that there seemed to be a lot of blood there.

So he carefully brushed the clump of hair from his forehead, and the dark blood hole below was suddenly driven over by Snape, who was still wiping the corners of his mouth with his robe, and looked straight at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No, no "!

Snape rushed over, knelt beside Astoria, and kept muttering meaningless words.

"why why"!

Snape kept mumbling to himself.

"The child is not in danger for the time being, Severus."

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand with a grim expression, and Astoria's complexion immediately improved a lot.

"Have you brought the potion to Miss Greenglass, Severus?"

"Yes, yes"!

Snape hurriedly took out a small crystal medicine bottle from the inside of his robe, and the bright purple liquid inside was rippling under the violent shaking, flashing a mesmerizing light.

Dumbledore picked up the medicine bottle, opened Astoria's mouth, and poured all the purple potion inside.

"Well, the blood curse seems to be suppressed by something before the drug is used. Astoria did not have the blood curse on the spot as I thought"...

Dumbledore frowned suspiciously, he was very puzzled.

Astoria's blood curse was cast by Voldemort himself, and it borrowed the authority of the **** of death. There is no solution except to use the higher theocracy to heal...

But this time, Dumbledore was a hell. The blood curse in Astoria seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to make any small moves.

Dumbledore shook his head and decided to save this question until the two woke up.

But when he turned to look at Zhang Qi, Dumbledore was stunned.

Because he was on Zhang Qi's body, to be more precise, it should be behind him, and he saw something that shouldn't belong to human beings.

"That is, a pair of white dragon wings"?

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