The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Mr. Hilbert! How are you feeling now"?

Dumbledore pushed open the door of the infirmary, and then strode in, carrying a basket in his hand.

"I'm hungry, I brought you something to eat."

Dumbledore tried his best not to pay attention to Hekmedia's gaze that was about to pin him in the opposite direction. He took out a fresh and warm sandwich from the basket with a little embarrassment and handed it to Zhang Qi.

"Thank you, principal."

Zhang Qi reached out and took the sandwich, but instead of eating it right away, he took it in his hand first.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, how is Astoria?"

Zhang Qi asked with the sandwich.

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

Dumbledore replied.

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

With bloodshot eyes in his eyes, Hekmedia directly used a fork to pick up a piece of mutton that had been cut into small pieces and stuffed it into Zhang Qi's mouth, blocking his words.

Zhang Qi helplessly rolled his eyes at his mother, swallowed the piece of mutton, and then nibbled on the still hot sandwich.

Zhang Qi now feels as if he hasn't eaten for several days, and his eyes are turning green from hunger.

After a while, the contents of the basket were completely eaten.

"Do you want anything else to eat, child?"

Dumbledore asked.

"No need, it's estimated that it will be lunch time in a while, so let's go directly to the auditorium to eat at that time."

Zhang Qi rejected Dumbledore's kindness.

"You said just now that the Ministry of Magic was going to ask me about something? What's the matter?"

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 somewhat unsure of it.

"The underground lake in the Slytherin Chamber has turned into a pot of half-baked broth before we arrived, and the 20-meter-high Slytherin statue also collapsed in half. The following scene seems to be mentioned in the myth of the Papal State. And as hell."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched, he couldn't even imagine what this kid did down there last night!

"The statues and armors in the Hogwarts castle were all knocked down, and even many of the portraits were directly smashed to the ground. At that time, the students who took refuge in the auditorium had a thick layer of debris on the top beams. Ash".

Ah this.

Zhang Qi was really dumbfounded.

Is this what I have done?

No way?

Why didn't I know that I was so powerful?

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

Word Spirit: Maze

Yan Ling: Mirror pupil

Word Spirit: Judgment

Oh, it turns out that the spirit of words is judgment.

Wait, trial?

Damn it!

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

This time, Zhang Qi finally understood what he did last night. Fortunately, Hogwarts just experienced a small earthquake on the ground, otherwise...

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

Even if this Yan Ling demolished a tall building in seconds, it wouldn't surprise Zhang Qi.

After all, the serial number of this Word Spirit is 111, and that is not a Word Spirit that ordinary people can grasp.

According to the theory, only pure blood dragons can control the word spirits with serial numbers higher than 110!

With such a big commotion, Zhang Qi had to give an account to the Ministry of Magic.

Even if the power of the Qirol family can completely settle all this, the Ministry of Magic is not so easy to fool this time.

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

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

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

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

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

"This child has just woken up, Scrimgeour, your movements are a little too rough."

Dumbledore frowned, while Hekmedia was saying something to Snape. Zhang Qi saw Snape take out a bottle of green potion from his robe and deliver it to Snape. She was given what seemed to be a sobriety 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, and Scrimgeour always felt as if he was being watched by some kind of beast.

"Yes, Chief Scrimgeour."

Zhang Qi, who had tightly tucked the dragon wings behind his back, leaned on the head of the bed calmly and answered casually.

"Please correct your attitude, Mr. Zirol."

Scrimgeour's eyebrows were almost twisted together.

"Please forgive the unreasonableness of a patient. He has just woken up from the aftermath of a fierce battle, and he has to suffer unnecessary interruptions 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 coldly, then pulled up a chair and sat beside the hospital bed.

"The British Ministry of Magic suspects that you used black magic and prohibited Muggle supplies last night, and the Attorney General has found that the Zirol family is suspected of using economic 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 don't make a joke, Chief Scrimgeour, how could I, a first-year freshman, do such a thing"?

Zhang Qi opened his hands innocently.

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

Zhang Qi said in a low voice.

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

Hekmedia and Snape smiled schadenfreude aside, while Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

This child's character is almost exactly the same as her mother's.

"Hmph, what is this?"

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

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

Zhang Qi answered indifferently.

"Then congratulations, Mr. Zirol, the Ministry of Magic has regulations on this Muggle weapon. Possessing it and using the Unforgivable Curse at the same level - will be locked up for life in Azkaban."

Scrimgeour drew his wand and aimed it at Zhang Qi's face.

"Then I will arrest you in the name of the Ministry of Magic, and you will be transported to the Wizengamore Court for trial, which I estimate should be Azkaban's permanent imprisonment."

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

If Dumbledore shoots, he has no chance of winning!

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

Hekmedia said indifferently.

"alright"……

Zhang Qi yawned.

"Listen, Mr. Scrimgeour, I wonder if you've ever heard a proverb?"

Zhang Qi asked.

"What proverb?"

Scrimgeour asked, frowning.

"All the strongest fortresses are always broken from within."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and continued.

"Do you believe it, Chief Scrimgeours? I'm definitely not going to be sentenced to life by the Wizengamore Court because after a while there will be someone knocking on the door of the infirmary - maybe a high-ranking official, or even a Minister 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 get a promotion and a raise. But he will also tell you that I will never go to jail, and I will be released immediately and get a large sum of money. Compensation".

Seeing that Scrimgeour's face was slowly turning dark, Zhang Qi nodded with satisfaction.

"You'll be arguing with him, greeting his family and even threatening to resign, but that's okay, because it's all to no avail, I'll still end up being acquitted and a Hogwarts hero. The Daily Prophet will report on mine. Deeds, Minister Fudge will personally award me the Merlin Medal, and people will see 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 owns a gun, and 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 Any idea why this is, Chief Scrimgeour?"

"Why"?

Scrimgeour was about to ask this question when there was a knock on the door of the Hogwarts infirmary.

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

"Good afternoon, Chief Scrimgeour."

A Ministry official with a top hat came in and said hello to Scrimgeour.

"Minister Fudge and the officials of the Ministry of Magic have just had a meeting, and they all agreed that this matter was a misunderstanding, and that the hasty inquiry of Mr. Zirol by the Ministry of Magic is actually an insult, so the Minister hopes that you will stop the alignment now. Mr Rolle's inquiry and an apology on behalf of the Ministry of Magic."

"What? Fu Guitar"...

Scrimgeour opened his mouth, and the fury left him barely able to utter a complete sentence.

"That's because people who own guns will continue to buy guns. After all, rights are such a thing, when you realize that you can decide the life and death of others at will, you can't give up anymore"...

Zhang Qi said softly, answering his doubts for Scrimgeour.

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

What Fudge represents is actually the interests of the pure-blooded family, and his behavior of wanting to completely overthrow a family has angered the pure-blooded aristocratic circle.

After all, infighting is a family affair. At this time, there are outsiders who want to come over and intervene. Those ancient families must not stand by and watch.

When he was young, Scrimgeour used to naively thought that being an Auror would safeguard justice, and although he had seen many unfamiliar things in his work over the years, he always thought it was right.

But today, Scrimgeour finally understood how naive he had been in those days.

Power is always what people desire most.

Fudge relied on Dumbledore to rise to power, but now it is mostly those pure-blood families who support him and maintain the stability of the Ministry of Magic with a lot of political donations.

Fudge couldn't, and definitely didn't want to leave these big pureblood families that could bring obvious benefits.

Scrimgeour had never felt so miserable and confused as he was 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 Hogwarts Great Hall at the time:

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

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

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

"Mr. Zirol, I'm sorry the Ministry of Magic has taken the liberty to disturb 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 ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dumbledore looked at Zhang Qi and the deflated Scrimgeour and gave a wry smile.

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 Zhang Qi to be so proficient in power and art, and his ability to calculate almost made him shudder!

However, it is indeed a Slytherin, much stronger than Lucius.

Snape nodded.

"Then I won't bother you anymore."

Scrimgeour said to Dumbledore, then walked out of the door of the infirmary in despair.

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

"I made you laugh, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Zhang Qi said apologetically to Dumbledore after Scrimgeour left.

"Nothing child, today my old man has opened his eyes."

Dumbledore replied with a smile.

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

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

Zhang Qi waved his hand and said.

"I think, with Astoria's and I's usual grades, a full score in the final exam shouldn't be too much, right?"

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

Dumbledore nodded, smiling as confirmation.

"Then I'll give Astoria and me a leave first, sick leave, and I'll take her to treat her eyes, the kind that make a complete recovery."

Zhang Qi looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

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

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