The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Huh? Why don't you talk anymore?"

Zhang Qi wiped the blood on his face, looked at the silent stands around him, and asked indifferently.

"He, he really killed a fire dragon"!

Whispers began to appear on the stage.

"My God, he actually cut off the head of a fire dragon!"

Hermione was pale, and his parents were no better than hers.

"Wow!"

The entire arena suddenly boiled, and everyone was discussing the scene they had just seen. Some were timid and vomited or shivered, while more people were stunned and stared straight at the scene. The blood in the arena!

"I'll go, this guy is really playing!"

Shen Jian looked at the bright red in the field and muttered to himself there.

The autumn wind blew up the smell of blood in the stadium, and the smell that belonged to blood immediately permeated the entire stadium. Many people who were just talking about it immediately changed their expressions, and then they covered their stomachs and began to vomit.

"Cough, Mr. Zirol, you can come back now, we are about to start the scoring session."

Dumbledore frowned after seeing this scene, then cleared his throat and said into the microphone.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore."

Zhang Qi waved his hand in the field, then picked up the hat that was still shivering, and strode toward the tent.

"Wow, so the magical world is so... perilous"?

Garana's face also had a little bit of expression, while he asked, he quietly glanced at Xu Lin who was sitting beside him.

Xu Lin was still drinking tea quietly, without the slightest panic.

Galana frowned slightly, falling into thought.

"He damaged the property of the Ministry of Magic"!

Scrimgeour, who had already returned to the stand, rebuked loudly.

"Oh? Then do you want to explain to me,..., why the chains holding the two most ferocious fire dragons are broken free?"

Xu Lin slapped the teacup heavily on the table, her face tensed by the way.

"Well, that was an accident"!

Scrimgeour looked at the representative from Shenzhou in front of him, and sweat dripped from his temples.

The devil knows why this lady who looks much younger than herself has such a strong aura!

"I think everyone should be quiet, especially you, Mr. Scrimgeour, you have already lost a lot of face here, please don't let the British Ministry of Magic accompany you to continue to lose face."

Dumbledore said very indifferently.

"you"!

"Okay, Scrimgeour, you should step back first, the scoring of the game will officially begin here."

Scrimgeour blushed and planned to debate something, but at this moment Fudge, who had just been pulled away by his entourage, returned to the stand.

Mr. Minister's face did not look very good, he waved his hand irritably, motioning for Scrimgeour to step back.

Scrimgeour originally wanted to argue something, but after seeing Fudge's face, he resolutely kept silent and walked down from the stand with heavy steps.

"Everyone is laughing, there are indeed some minor problems with the Ministry of Magic's security work this time, I hope you can forgive me."

Fudge sat on the chair with a livid face.

"Oh, but can you explain to me why we are still here, but you were taken away by the center's subordinates"?

Xu Lin asked very calmly.

"Ah, this is due to the fact that I have a group of loyal subordinates. They think my safety is very important, so they forcibly put me off the stand regardless of my objection."

Fudge wiped the sweat on his head just now because he was frightened, and said with a smile.

"Regarding the mistake of the Ministry of Magic, we will discuss the compensation method after a while, but the most important thing now is to evaluate the scores of the competition... to choose."

Dumbledore sighed, then tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm back."

Hearing the footsteps and the familiar voice coming from below the stand, Dumbledore sighed again.

All the players who participated in this competition stepped into the stands one by one, and everyone's mental state was quite good.

Except for Ishihara, who was pale and shaking while walking.

"Then let's start grading now"?

Dumbledore asked tentatively.

"I have no opinion".

Madame Maxime's eyes were no longer contemptuous, but full of fear and panic.

"Then let's judge Mr. Krum's score first."

Dumbledore nodded.

Gu Xian/span "I rated 10 points".

Karkaroff said quickly.

"Eight points, this Quidditch match is really exciting."

Xu Lin said lightly.

"I support Ms. Xu Lin's opinion."

Piquelli said calmly.

"Me too".

Madame Maxime agreed.

"What about you, Mr. Yamamoto"?

Dumbledore turned around and asked.

"I will always have the same opinion as Director Picquili, and now I will take my students back to rest."

The person in charge of the magic institute had a livid face as he took his students and left the stand.

"Excluding one of the highest and one of the lowest, Mr. Klum gets 8."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Where's Miss Mu?"

Dumbledore frowned.

"I give two points, she used a black magic weapon"!

Karkaroff immediately jumped up from his chair and shouted in disapproval.

"Oh? It's really an irony to say this from the headmaster of Durmstrang, who teaches black magic." ##Zhang Qi sneered at the side.

However, all the judges selectively ignored the blood-splattered contestant and started their own scoring.

"Miss Mu's final score is 9."

Dumbledore nodded.

After a while of judging, Anna got 8 points, Furong got 7 points, and Ishihara...

The judges unanimously decided to give him a 5 as consolation.

"We still have the last player left to rate. Would you like to share your opinion?"

Keng!

The sound of gold and stone interlaced came from his ears, and when he looked back, he saw that Zhang Qi had inserted the blade, which was still stained with a little dragon blood, into the stones of the stand, and put his hands on the sword and sword with great interest. On the handle, he looked at the people who were going to score. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Ah, don't panic everyone, this sword is very heavy, I'm just a little tired, I just want to find a place to borrow strength, you guys continue to rate."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders.

"I give 10 points".

Xu Lin smiled and shook her head.

"I also get 10 points."

Dumbledore also nodded.

"Well, it's a wonderful performance, I recognize this kid's strength, 10 points."

Piquelli frowned slightly, but in the end he gave ten points.

"10 points".

Madame Maxime looked at the young man with great fear, and swallowed in fear.

"You're the only one left, Mr. Karkaroff, how many points do you want?"

Dumbledore turned around and asked very kindly.

"He killed the British dragon, I can't give him a too high score"!

Karkaroff rubbed his hands in fear, but did not dare to leave the ground.

"Oh? But I want to reiterate that how you grade is your freedom. Similarly, I like to go for a walk on the shore of the Black Lake after class is also my freedom, even though your school has already set up camp there... ".

Zhang Qi said lightly.

"But it was indeed a wonderful performance!"

Karkaroff's expression changed instantly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I give 10 points".

"Mr. Zirol, the final score is 10 points"!

Dumbledore smiled and clapped.

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