The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

The afternoon was the last exam. As a practical professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lupin's exam questions were almost identical to those taught in the class.

The younger students faced Boggart, and the upper class had to deal with Kabbah and Red Hat alone.

However, the two did not participate in this exam, and the other students did not have any opinions.

Because the story of fighting over a thousand Inferi in the Slytherin Chambers and facing thousands of Dementors on the Quidditch pitch has long since spread throughout the school, Defence Against the Dark Arts is a hands-on course. , so no one would still question whoever could create such a record.

"Students, due to the school's preparation for some activities, today is your last day in school. If there are students who want to stay in school during the holidays, please submit the stay-in form to the dean of your college."

At the dinner party that night, Dumbledore raised the glass with a smile.

"This semester is really exciting. We witnessed a classmate bravely wielding a knife at the monster for his family and friends, and we also witnessed that evil will never prevail over justice, and a person who has been imprisoned for 10 years regains his reputation." .

The auditorium suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the long table of Slytherin.

Astoria lowered his head a little embarrassedly, while Zhang Qi played with the knife and fork in front of him bored, gestured twice from time to time, as if he was thinking about what to do if there was an emergency later. Where to poke.

"Then, classmates, toast to yourselves! You deserve it!"

Dumbledore blinked, then said loudly, raising his glass by the way.

"Congratulations on the upcoming holiday"!

"Congratulations on the upcoming holiday"!

The students cheered, and then the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became joyful again. Even the Gryffindor students temporarily forgot about the risk of failing the Potions class exam and cheered.

"Oh, by the way, I also invited a guest to perform a show for everyone today. He is a hero of Hogwarts. He once rescued an injured classmate in the Slytherin Chamber by himself, and once defeated the cameraman on the train. Goblin, and in addition to his fighting skills, he plays the piano well."

"Mr. Hilbert, please start your performance."

Dumbledore waved to the Slytherin table.

"Yes Yes Yes"……

Zhang Qi yawned and stood up, straightened his collar, and then walked steadily towards the piano that had been prepared by the front door of the teacher's desk.

"It's amazing! He can actually play the piano!"

Ravenclaw's senior Penello rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"That is, my cousin has been trained by my aunt in various specialties since he was a child. Otherwise, how could he have become like this?"

Zhang Qiu smiled proudly beside him, and hugged Cedric's arm by the way.

"Have you figured out what to play? Mr. Hilbert? This is your stage."

Dumbledore blinked playfully.

"Play a wild bee and fly, and finally light a cigarette with the heated strings? I don't really like to show off my skills."

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes, then pulled over a small bench and sat in front of the piano.

With his slender fingers on the keys, Zhang Qi pondered for a moment, and then gently pressed it down with the strength of his wrist.

The rising tones reverberate in the quiet air, the first few notes are a little rusty because they haven't touched the piano for too long, but they quickly become extremely smooth.

"Somedesertsonthis; wereoceansonce" (deserts on the planet were also once oceans).

Chanting softly in his mouth, a smile appeared on Zhang Qi's face.

"MoonHalo" is both a song and a girl's growth history, all of which have long been written into the lyrics.

The song is not an original, but a favorite one in a previous life. Strictly speaking, this can be regarded as infringement.

However, anyway, in my last life, I have already made countless 648 kryptonites, and I have also been fed and eaten countless knives by that psychologically traumatized plan. By the way, I also bought the white windbreaker of the Herrscher of Fire, and that windbreaker It hasn't been shipped for a week, and I don't know when it will be mailed to the dormitory.

Moreover, during the Spring Festival, the pond that drew the salary was twisted for three rounds. Zhang Qi said that he was really full of resentment now, so let's put the song copyright aside first, anyway, playing it for students is not a commercial use.

But this song does fit the story very well.

Some people are born with golden keys and golden spoons, but some people are destined to fight against fate, and this is a life-and-death war.

Gu Ku After experiencing countless hardships, the girl slowly transformed into a grown-up girl, but she still retained the original kindness and original intention, and finally managed to hold the throat of fate.

And as for himself...

The phrase "IwillnolongerbeatransientWhenIseesmileswithtears" in the lyrics (when I see a tearful smile, I am no longer a hurried passerby), has already shown his own attitude.

The beautiful, ethereal and full of emotional piano music reverberated in the auditorium, and the people who played the piano had a slight smile on their faces.

However, this is the last time you can play the piano in Hogwarts, and maybe soon, everyone will witness a more cruel fate.

………………

"Oh, Mr. Zirol, your performance last night was really good."

The Weasley twins suddenly crowded into the long Slytherin table at breakfast before leaving the next day.

"Let me guess, Harry asked you to borrow money from me? I heard you want to start a small business, right?"

Zhang Qi put a piece of chicken in his mouth and asked vaguely.

"Well, it's all your fault, Fred, for making it so obvious."

George poked his brother in the ribs.

"Gringott's cheque, 500 gold coins, and asking for 50% of your shares, isn't it too much?"

Zhang Qi, who was already ready, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table.

"No no no, this is too much"!

The twins stared at the number written on the paper and waved their hands in a panic.

"I believe you can do it well, maybe I'll have earned it by spending 500."

Zhang Qi blinked, then put the check into Fred's hand.

"Oh, by the way, I suggest you guys don't always go out on a broomstick and don't ask me why."

Leaving this inexplicable sentence, Zhang Qi stood up with a smile and walked to the empty classroom on the first floor.

"Oh, it looks like you're ready."

Dumbledore was already waiting there.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't have much luggage to carry with me. Now we just need to wait for Miss Greengrass to finish eating, and then we can leave immediately."

Zhang Qi pulled up a chair and sat down. The two looked at each other face to face.

"Oh, please wait a moment, the International Conference of Wizards seems to have sent me a letter."

At this moment, a paper airplane suddenly flew in from outside the door and landed on the podium beside Dumbledore.

"Tsk, that's really interesting."

The old man picked up the paper airplane and took it apart, and read the contents, but his face became a little ugly.

"The Magical Congress of the United States also participated in the invitation of the Holy See and organized some students to go there. The Vatican believes that there are more of them and should go first. We were placed in the back and we have to wait five or six hours."

"It looks like people are playing tricks on us."

Zhang Qi shook his head, then stood up.

"Where are you going"?

Dumbledore asked casually.

"Let's go to London International Airport, I'll charter a flight."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders, and finally found his wallet from the box and stuffed it into his arms.

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