The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"what"?

After hearing Dumbledore's introduction, the students in the audience suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Wow, it's actually a necromancer, so cool, I didn't expect things in the novel to appear in reality"!

Harry and his roommate Seamus gaped in admiration.

"However, necromancers are absolutely forbidden. Anyone who dares to use undead or flesh and blood magic will be thrown directly into Azkaban!"

Red-haired Ron gave a hellish look.

"But Professor Dumbledore said that Mr. Kel'Thuzad was Mr. Slytherin's teacher, so Mr. Kel'Thuzad has lived for at least 1,000 years. In that era a thousand years ago, the necromancer still existed legally."

Hermione retorted aside.

"Well, Hermione, but 1,000 years ago there didn't seem to be any laws."

Harry said a little embarrassedly.

"Wow, it looks like everyone's enthusiasm for me is very high."

The old necromancer stood up with a cane, and smashed the floor lightly with the cane, and the auditorium instantly became quiet.

"Dumbledore took a lot of effort to invite me here. I hope you senior students and I can listen carefully in class. I won't ask you in the same way I brought apprentices back then, so you Naturally, there is no need to worry about the risk of personal safety.”

The old mage said with a serious face.

"Dumbledore strictly forbids me to teach you the use of undead magic, but I think I have some achievements in other fields, and I am still qualified for this position."

"Dumbledore, this old lunatic! How dare he let such a person teach us a lesson"?

At the end of the long Slytherin table, Draco's eyes widened in shock, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"He won't teach you, but will teach students in grades six and seven. Also, your father already knew about this, but he didn't think it would affect you, so he didn't tell you."

Zhang Qi tapped the goblet with a slightly boring dining knife beside him.

"How can it be"?

Draco was stunned.

"Mr. Kel'Thuzad is very knowledgeable, and he is very practical, I think you will be able to learn very important knowledge from him."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and then the old necromancer sat down in his seat again.

"As for Professor Moody, who is in charge of sales in Years 3 to 5, he is the current Auror of the Ministry of Magic, and many of his classmates must know his name."

Moody stood up too, glancing at everyone with his murmured eyeballs.

However, his eyes deliberately avoided the end of the Slytherin table, and there seemed to be a trace of cold sweat on his face.

"Interesting, is it still the inertia of time?"

Zhang Qi pondered for a moment and showed a smile.

"Then the plan will go more smoothly."

"Oh yes, I also need to explain why the Quidditch match was canceled".

Dumbledore patted his forehead as if suddenly realized, and then continued:

"This year, the Goblet of Fire will be played again"!

"Wow"!

Some senior students immediately let out a burst of exclamation, and some students asked their classmates for advice.

"What is the Goblet of Fire"?

Gu Feng≈lt;/span≈gt; Harry asked with a confused expression.

"The Triwizard Tournament was created about 700 years ago, around the 13th century AD, and held every 5 years. However, due to the extremely dangerous events of the competition, there have been many competitors and staff members during the competition in history. Injured and even tragically killed, the competition has been suspended since 1792 and has not been held until now."

Hermione recounted what she had seen in the book with a shocked face.

"Wait, did you just say the word tragic death"?

Harry asked dumbfounded.

"Ah, I know everyone will be shocked, but this is the truth, and this year's competition will be very lively, in addition to the traditional three schools to participate, there are three other schools in the Americas and Asia. join"!

Dumbledore blinked playfully.

"Besides us, Durmstrang in the Ice Sea, Beauxbatons in France, Efamoni School in the United States of Edenia on the other side of the ocean, Demstrand in the Riga Islands The place of magic, and the most mysterious and ancient of the East".

"Don't schools in China have their own names?"

A Ravenclaw student asked with some doubts below.

"There are many schools in China. They will select the best students in the school to form a team and come here to participate in the competition."

Dumbledore immediately explained to the crowd.

"And, I have to tell everyone, we will not be in class tomorrow"!

When Dumbledore said this, there was a smile on his face again.

"Wow"!

All the students in the audience immediately ended the noisy conversation, and then burst into cheers.

Because although they don't know why they won't go to class tomorrow, it's good not to go to class after all, that's the nature of children.

"Because delegations from other schools will arrive at the school the day after tomorrow~www.wuxiaspot.com~, for the whole day tomorrow, we need to suspend classes to clean up the school. Your specific work will be assigned by the dean. The new three The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and Mr Filch supervise."

Dumbledore spread his hands and looked at the frozen smiles on the faces of the students in the audience, showing a conspiracy successful expression.

"what"?

The students in the audience suddenly entered a state of petrification.

"Then kids, I've said everything, please enjoy your dinner, the Hogwarts kitchen is well-deserved."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and drinks and food immediately appeared on the long table.

"Why make us do such a vulgar thing"?

Draco knocked on the table angrily.

"Because you can't beat Dumbledore, you can't beat the three new Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, you can't even beat Filch and Hagrid."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders, and then continued:

"Your father always asks me to educate you. I'm going to tell you a truth today, Draco. Fist is the biggest truth in the world. When you are weaker than others, everything is empty talk."

"Actually, I'm sometimes curious, how did you come here all these years?"

Draco rubbed his head helplessly.

"You may envy my achievements and wealth, but I envy you having a good childhood. At least no killer will sneak into Malfoy Manor and want to cut off your head, right?"

Zhang Qi sighed.

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