The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Who are you? I don't think I saw you in the castle."

The girl stood up vigilantly and looked at the old man in front of her.

"I'm a wizard who came to help you. If you don't believe me, I have my own wand."

Dumbledore then raised his wand covered in knots, trying to prove his identity as a wizard.

"Oh, then why haven't I seen you? And why are your two accents so strange?"

The girl had already believed it by three points in her heart, but she still had some skepticism.

"Wizards will be persecuted no matter where they are. Isn't it too normal for the two of us to have some accents?"

Zhang Qi answered very calmly.

"Forget it, this castle is completely hidden from the outside world. If you can come in, it means that you belong to us."

After hearing this, the girl gave up the questioning and asked eagerly:

"Mr. Wizard, you seem to have mentioned some potion formulas just now. Can this potion cure burns caused by fierce fire?"

"This potion is a special medicine for treating severe burns, but I don't know if you have those raw materials here."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and said.

"Yes. Although the soul sand is precious, the soul sand of the entire English Isles is here."

The girl happily pointed to the closed infirmary next to her.

"Ms. Ravenclaw is inside, and there are some students with very bad burns, and Ms. Ravenclaw and his daughter are temporarily delaying their symptoms for them."

Speaking of which, the girl sighed softly.

"Their burns are very serious. Please be prepared when you go in."

"I see".

Dumbledore nodded, then pushed open the door of the house.

There was a curtain at the door blocking everyone's view, but Dumbledore could still smell the pungent burnt smell through the thin layer of cloth.

A weak moan came from inside, and the owner of the moan was unable to scream.

The pale yellow pus slowly dripped onto the floor from the limbs hanging beside the bed. It was the tissue fluid gushing out from the burn wound and the pus produced by the inflammation of the wound.

The old man's brows were slightly wrinkled. It was not that he had never seen such a tragic situation, but it was the first time he had seen such a tragic situation.

Even the modern wizards are so clean and neat in killing people, and they will not face the **** situation like the ancient wizards.

"Sir, can you stay here to help me take care of the students who are less injured? You seem to be very knowledgeable about the burns caused by Lihuo. Can you help us?"

Zhang Qi stood up and planned to go with Dumbledore to meet the legendary wizard, but the blond girl spoke to him in a tone of almost supplication.

"You stay here, Mr. Zirol, I'm going to see Ms. Ravenclaw."

After seeing the girl's face, Dumbledore was obviously stunned for a moment, and then nodded to Zhang Qi.

"Ok".

Zhang Qi retracted his foot that had already stepped out. He shook his head helplessly, as if he was sighing.

"Hold him down! You must cut off all the rotten flesh on his legs with a knife, or he will die!"

At this moment, the Gryffindor student who had just been pinned to the ground began to struggle violently again. A Hufflepuff boy was doing his best to speed up his hand and using a knife to put his leg on the ground. Cut off the rotten meat on top.

"It's useless, the whole leg is burnt, even if the rotten flesh is cut off, he will die. He is no longer saved."

The other Gryffindor boy next to him said so, but he still pressed his classmate firmly.

"Are you trying to hurt him to death like this?"

Zhang Qi looked at the **** scene and walked over quickly to stop the Hufflepuff boy who was going to continue to use the knife.

"The last bottle of sleeping potion was used the day before yesterday, and we have no way to make him pass out now, so we can only force it."

There was helplessness and unspeakable sadness in the Hufflepuff boy's tone.

"Let me come, your knife is dull, even if it hurts him to death, you can't handle the rest of the carrion."

Zhang Qi looked at the boy who endured the pain and clenched his teeth, but the tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes, and sighed softly.

This boy looked about the same age as himself, at most a fourth or fifth grader, but he was forced to endure the feeling of being cut with a knife by someone else.

"how did you make it"?

Zhang Qi squatted down, took out a first aid kit from his pocket, and then talked to the boy in English that sounded very weird in this era.

"More than a week ago, in order to protect a team of wizards coming here, he accidentally caught up with the Holy See's trial knight team."

The blonde girl next to her sighed, and then continued:

"He was lucky, the fireball fired by the priest only injured his leg, but the wound quickly deteriorated and became what it is now."

"Second-degree burns on the skin of the legs, severe infection of the wound, very troublesome."

Zhang Qi carefully observed the boy's injury and found that the suppuration was very serious. If it was in modern times, it must be sent to the hospital for treatment.

It's a pity that this is ancient times. In the dark Middle Ages, just a cold could kill a person.

"Can I still be alive?"

The boy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked Zhang Qi.

"Be happy, Joe, you will definitely survive."

The blonde girl touched the boy's head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said in a very encouraging tone.

"You couldn't have survived, but I can try to save you. By the way, what's your name?"

"Mil Joe Zirol, before I came here, I was the son of the earl, but it is a pity that my father was beheaded by the Pope, just because he was unwilling to give his son, who had fallen into a demon, to the Church to judge".

The boy gave a wry smile, and there was a sense of desolation in his tone.

Zhang Qi looked at the boy's black hair, then frowned, and finally nodded thoughtfully, as if he wanted to understand something.

"What's the matter? Can you cure him?"

After seeing Zhang Qi's expression, the blond girl next to her asked with some uncertainty.

"It's nothing, I think it should be about the same."

Zhang Qi regained his senses at this time, then waved his hand, took out a glass ampoule from the medicine box, and pulled out the corresponding grinding wheel.

"Please bear with it, the pain won't be particularly severe, but that feeling will definitely be remembered for a lifetime."

Zhang Qi took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and said to the boy in front of him.

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