The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

Same time, same place.

At the moment when the bell rang at 7 in the morning, Zhang Qi dragged Arito out of the warm bed again, not for anything else, but because he was going to have a spell class at 8 in the morning.

Today's class schedule is full. In the morning, Professor Flitwick's Charms class and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. In the afternoon it was Snape's Potions class and Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts.

First, he brought his roommate, who had dark circles under his eyes and yawned while eating, to the magic spell classroom. Professor Flitwick has long been waiting for his students here.

The first magic spell class is very simple, mainly teaching some small skills in daily life.

When Zhang Qi was lying in the infirmary yesterday, Professor Flitwick apologized to Zhang Qi for his stupid words and deeds, and promised that this kind of thing would never happen again.

And Professor Flitwick actually likes Zhang Qi very much.

The strange-colored pupils of the left and right eyes, coupled with the superhuman power, this power obviously does not belong to the normal human bloodline, which resonated with Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick looked at the child and remembered the history of being laughed at by others because of his blood when he was in school.

This is also the main reason why he became the duel champion in the wizarding world. Because when he was in school at Hogwarts, he accumulated a wealth of dueling experience. After work, when encountering difficulties from pure-blooded nobles, he would also take out his wand and put it on the opponent's forehead, asking if the opponent would dare to fight him.

After doing this a few times, no one dared to insult his bloodline again.

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In this class, Professor Flitwick gave Slytherin 5 points, which was a disguised compensation for Zhang Qi.

Followed by the Transfiguration class, the content of the class is still to turn matches into needles. This time, many more people succeeded.

As for Zhang Qi? Professor McGonagall had promised him that the final exam would give him a perfect score.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, after a while, Zhang Qi, who had been eating hasai, wiped his mouth gracefully, and then walked into the potions classroom.

Today's potions class practice content is hair growth potion, and the ingredients are also very simple. Need ginger, aconite, plus a little licorice and pumpkin puree.

The operation is also much simpler than before. Chop these things into batches and add them in batches, and then boil them slowly.

However, it does require a lot of mastery of the heat, so after this class, only Zhang Qi and Yalito successfully completed the production, and the quality has reached the standard of passing the graduation examination.

The ecstatic Snape immediately added 20 points to Slytherin, while the little Badger who was eating melon next to him had a bitter look on his face.

It seemed like this, if Snape had always been so generous with his points, then this year's Academy Cup would have to be Slytherin.

However, Zhang Qi felt that this class was not like making potions, but rather like stewing soup.

Speaking of stewed soup, Zhang Qi remembered that he should have some wild ginseng in his suitcase.

Speaking of which, his godfather, Snape, had a pale complexion (pale face), oily and sweaty skin (I shouldn't need to say more about this), and chills (wrapped in a big robe every day)...

Good guy, kidney yang deficiency!

Why don't the housekeeping elf ask an old hen to make him a pot of ginseng chicken soup to make up for it?

Thinking about the details of stewed chicken soup, Zhang Qi walked down the stairs to the second floor and entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The Hufflepuff seniors who came to eat the cake told Zhang Qi last night that the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom used to be very gloomy, and they could even compete with the potions classroom.

Zhang Qi felt that this statement was not false.

The walls in the classroom are densely covered with pictures of Lockhart, all with standard smiles showing eight teeth. Most of the people in the photos are still walking around, and he sees wherever you go. When you look up and stare at him, he'll crack open his mouth and give you a wicked smile.

Zhang Qi now feels that he would rather stay in the potions classroom than stay here for one more second.

The bell rang at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and a huge portrait of Lockhart behind the podium suddenly moved. It turned out to be a secret door, and then Lockhart, who was wearing a gorgeous beige robe, raised his head from inside. He walked out with a big chest.

"I"! Lockhart raised his finger and pointed to the huge photo behind him and said with a wink.

"Gildrow Lockhart, 3rd Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, honorary member of the League Against the Dark Arts. And 5-time winner of the Witcher Weekly Award for Most Enchanting Smile - but I'm in the middle of my work with the ghosts. In the evening, I wrote that I didn't drive Wanlun's ghosts away by smiling!"

Many girls below cheered.

'One night with a ghost'? Zhang Qi smacked his mouth, thinking that this guy's taste is really heavy.

"I see, you all bought my entire book, which is great! But now I want to take a quiz first - don't get me wrong, just to see how you read."

Lockhart surpassed a huge pile of papers and began to distribute them.

"Give you 30 minutes, start now"!

Arito picked up a paper and read it carefully.

"What is Lockhart's favorite color? What is Lockhart's ideal? Lockhart"...

"His favorite color is lilac, and the ideal is to eliminate all evil in the world"...

Alito turned his head slightly in horror, and looked at Zhang Qi's writing on the parchment with the tip of his pen ~www.novelmt.com~ and could almost see the afterimage.

"How did you remember it so clearly"? ! !

"I have a good memory." Zhang Qi said helplessly, "So if you don't know it, just copy it from me."

This is the side effect of Yanling Jingtong. The knowledge that you remember, if you don't forget it deliberately, you can't forget it.

And within 7 days, if you want to forget it, you won't be able to forget it.

On the surface, Zhang Qi was answering the papers seriously, but secretly, he kept staring at a person from the corner of his eye.

It was a red-haired little girl, and she was also answering the papers seriously.

Slytherin took this class with Gryffindor, so Zhang Qi naturally couldn't put himself in danger.

In his previous life, although he was familiar with the original series and movies, Zhang Qi still didn't know when Ginny started to be controlled by the diary.

It might be Halloween, or it might be the night of school.

Even the moment Lucius put that diary into her crucible.

In the world view of the dragon clan, the White King is good at influencing reality with his mind, so the blood of the White King will always have a strong mental resistance.

Of course, direct control by surgical means like Herzog's does not count.

Zhang Qi, who has determined that he has white blood on his body, is not afraid of being controlled. He doesn't even plan to take action this school year. He only hopes that Dumbledore's warrior development plan will not hurt innocent people.

But I guess this is just his wishful thinking.

Because just now, Zhang Qi heard some kind of strange sound coming from the wall.

"Shasha, Shasha"...

Pricked up his ears and listened carefully, Zhang Qi finally confirmed what the sound was.

It was the sound of scales rubbing against masonry.