The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

The two held their hands together, and then suddenly started to add strength at the same time.

"How could this kid on the opposite side have such strength?"

Anderson frowned, and then the muscles on his arms gradually began to swell, and the transmission force became stronger.

Zhang Qi's side was obviously at a disadvantage, and then his arm was pressed to the right on the table.

"You are very strong, even stronger than most vampires, but in the end I won."

Anderson said without changing his face, then raised his arm and wiped a layer of fine sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Child, do you want another round?"

After calming down his mood, Anderson asked.

"Looks like the Inquisition did surprise us."

Zhang Qi looked at the priest opposite with a sullen face.

"Oh? I want to know, how did you know my identity?"

Anderson's face suddenly changed, his identity should be kept completely secret, and the badge on his chest, only those who are really responsible for something know the meaning of the badge.

"I have seen the badge on your body, in the museum."

Zhang Qi answered casually.

"It seems that the guys who reclaimed the cultural relics are being lazy again"...

Father Anderson sighed, because the Inquisition has been using such badges for thousands of years, so it is inevitable that there will be an outflow.

And those badges that had flowed out would be reclaimed by the cultural relics department, but obviously, the people in the cultural relics department were lazy again and were able to allow this kind of thing to be displayed publicly.

"One more game, Father Anderson."

Gently comparing the difference in strength between the two in his mind, Zhang Qi rubbed his arm and stretched out his hand again.

"Ah, since I have promised you two wins in three games, let's start now."

Father Anderson took his seat again, and then the two of them held hands again.

"My child, although I don't want to hit you, but in the sport of arm wrestling, as long as you lose the first time, you can't win."

Anderson looked helplessly into the eyes of the boy across from him, but at this moment he seemed a little restless.

The sun was shining on the opponent's face at this time, and the originally dark brown pupils seemed a little brighter under the sunlight.

It is like the pupil of a fire dragon, both charming and dangerous.

"You don't need to care so much, just start right away."

Zhang Qi took a deep breath, and then the wrists, elbows, and joints at the shoulders made a slow loud noise.

"Huh? Some oriental kung fu"?

Anderson thought in his heart with great doubts.

As a member of the Inquisition, he does know that there are many people in China who will have special methods to temporarily strengthen their power, and it happens that the face of an Asian face is on the top, so he naturally thinks that the other party may have some skills like that.

However, the difference in strength between the two just now was more than a little bit, and Anderson still had the confidence to break off each other's wrists.

"Snapped"!

Before Anderson could react, a huge force suddenly erupted from the opponent's hand, and he pressed his arm firmly on the table in an instant.

Anderson instinctively exerted all his strength and wanted to raise his arm, but the opponent's attack was too ruthless, his strength seemed to be hitting a steel plate, and it had no effect at all.

"I think you lost, Mr. Father."

Zhang Qi exhaled the gas in his lungs. At this moment, a cloud blocked the sunlight, and the gold in the boy's eyes disappeared as the light dimmed.

"Do you want to come again?"

Zhang Qi asked with a smile.

Gu Gan "It's me who lost, and the gap between our strengths is huge."

Anderson stood up from his seat and rubbed his aching wrist.

If he had been blindfolded just now, he would even think that sitting opposite was an earl-level vampire, because only this kind of monster is worthy of the monster's strength!

"Well, in return, how about you act as our guide today?"

Astoria said with a smile.

"Of course, this lively and lovely lady, if your boyfriend wins, I will naturally make some compensation."

Anderson smiled and bowed.

"Oh, the two of them are not boyfriend and girlfriend relationship."

Dumbledore waved his hand hastily.

"Oh, sorry, that's my rudeness."

Anderson quickly apologized to the two.

"The two of them are fiancées and are already engaged"...

Dumbledore held back his smile and said the second half of the sentence.

"Ah, Dumbledore, even though you are over 100 years old now, you are as naughty as you were when you were young"...

The priest sighed and gently patted Dumbledore on the shoulder.

"Come on, children, let's visit the Vatican. If you meet a student of Ifamoni on the way, please suppress your emotions."

"But why suppress the emotions of the students of Ifamoni? Do they hate it?"

Astoria asked in confusion.

"Well, some people don't just hate it in general, but the kind of hate that wants you to go up and give him a kick."

Father Anderson rubbed his temples with a headache.

"If you don't believe me, look there."

A few people looked in the direction of Anderson's fingers. There, several students in purple robes were walking in groups, and several clergymen wearing bishop's robes followed.

"They all think highly of themselves and think that the Ifamoni School is the best magic school, and they have multiple cultures coexisting there, so any one is likely to be discriminated against from all angles."

"To be honest, I'm really tired of eating these sour radishes. Some people like to see people serve dishes. They are very respectful to the bishop, and they always look at a priest like me with their nostrils. I really I want to put my gun sword in their nostrils to see if there is a shrunken brain inside."

The priest complained to himself, but he seemed to attract the attention of some people.

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Look, it's that weird priest again, and I don't know what the people behind him are doing."

Several students whispered to each other.

"Ha, anyway, I've seen them upset for a long time."

A few boys who looked like seniors immediately walked towards this side with their juniors.

"Oh, **** is here again."

Anderson sighed. Although he could easily knock these people out of their heads, he still couldn't do it.

"Ha! Isn't this the priest who quarreled with us in the auditorium yesterday? It seems that you have a wide range of interests, whether it's men or women, old people or children, you don't let it go."

The white boy with blond hair looked at a few people, and said trash words that seemed like he couldn't say anything without brushing his teeth for decades.

"Snapped"!

Father Anderson originally wanted to step forward to stop him, but it seems that girls don't have much affection for bad guys with bad mouths.

The slap wearing the invisible gauntlet slammed firmly on the boy's face, and with a light creak, the broken teeth flew out from under the deformed lips along with the saliva and blood.

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