The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Ah, this pile of parts is really heavy"...

Zhang Qi reassembled the box and tried to lift it with both hands, but he didn't lift it.

"Floating up into the air".

Using his wand to lift the box off the ground, just when Zhang Qi was about to go back to his bedroom to hide the box, Snape stopped him.

"You should think about Quidditch, right?"

Snape's tone carried a hint of resentment.

Since the gorilla was savagely eradicated by Zhang Qi, along with the family's roots, the whole of Hogwarts has become quite quiet.

But Slytherin lost his best center.

Based on the principle of whoever makes the trouble, Dumbledore told Zhang Qi that he would be in charge of Slytherin's team affairs in the future, and asked him to win the Quidditch championship this time.

However, Zhang Qi couldn't even remember the rules in the Quidditch manual (in fact, he didn't want to play), so the task of reviving the team's glory naturally fell on Gemma Farley. The graduating seventh-grader has added a lot of burden.

So Snape decided to come to Zhang Qi in person and ask him what he plans to do in the future?

"Uh, this one"...

Zhang Qi was at a loss for words. He didn't know anything about Quidditch. Isn't this rushing ducks to the shelves?

There is!

"I know how to win this Quidditch match, Professor Snape."

"Oh"?

Snape continued to ask in disbelief:

"What can you do?"

"Well, if, I mean if. If in the final, the Slytherin Seeker suddenly changed because of a stomach upset, and it was a new Slytherin, our opponents would probably think it was just a one-off Unexpected events, and have some contempt for this new student, right?"

Zhang Qi thought for a while, then said.

"Well, continue talking."

Snape nodded, obviously intrigued by this topic.

"And if, I'm still saying, if this freshman has a broom that can reach speeds of 300 miles per hour, and has several times the reaction speed and eyesight of an ordinary person, then this freshman has a good chance of breaking Mr. Potter's catch. The Golden Snitch's time record, won the championship while others were stunned."

"Is that the freshman you're talking about yourself? And where did you get a broom that can fly so fast? Even the Firebolt, which will be officially launched next year, can only reach a top speed of 248 miles per hour." ! .

Snape stared at Zhang Qi's face, as if frightened by the broom data he said.

"Don't worry, Professor. Never fighting an unprepared battle is our motto."

Zhang Qi replied with a smile, but he didn't want to tell Snape for the time being that the main structure of the broom was made of aero-alloy. If someone tried to get in the way of him during the game...

"Don't worry, this year's Quidditch Cup must be ours"!

"Then I'll wait for this year's trophy to be placed in the Slytherin common room."

Snape nodded approvingly, then turned and left.

"Well, Mr. Filch"?

Just when Zhang Qi was about to transport the box back to the dormitory, he accidentally saw Filch carrying a huge pumpkin towards the podium in the middle of the staff seats.

"Ah, Mr. Zirol"!

Filch effortlessly put the pumpkin on the podium, and then patted his coat.

"This evening's banquet needs some decoration, so I'm here to help."

Filch looks much better now than before, with neatly groomed hair and beard, and looks more like a professor than a janitor.

"How was the training today? Can he still bear it?"

Zhang Qi controlled the box and put it on the ground first to avoid accidental collision by students passing by, then continued to ask with a smile.

"Well, the talent is okay. Although it's not an extraordinary talent, it's not ordinary. He also works very hard in daily teaching, but his body is indeed too weak."

Filch thought about it carefully, and continued to talk to Zhang Qi.

"Although the talent of the sword is not very good, he is indeed a genius in shooting. When he first trained to shoot at 25 meters, he was able to hit 80 rings at 25 meters. Now he can use his gun accurately within a range of 50 meters. of breaking a glass bottle".

"Wow, then this talent is really good."

Zhang Qi said with emotion.

It was the first time in my last life that I shot a target, and my score of 20 meters was 91, which was considered the best in the class.

(When the author shot the target for the first time, he used a .22 caliber sports pistol, and hit 91 rings at 25 meters. This is the first time I have touched a gun in my life)

"It's true, but his physical fitness is really not good. After a few experiments, I started to train him daily with the training method for female vampire hunters."

Filch said a little helplessly.

"Females rarely become vampire hunters, and usually female vampire hunters use guns and daggers as their main means of self-protection, so the swordsmanship I teach him is mainly based on the use of daggers."

"Thank you, Mr. Filch... um~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Could you lend me your cat to hold it for a while?"

Zhang Qi asked casually, looking at the dirty kitten at Filch's feet.

"Of course, Mr. Zirol, Mrs. Norris likes you very much."

Mrs. Norris approached Zhang Qi's feet curiously, and rubbed Zhang Qi's trouser legs with her hair.

"Ah, your cat looks a little dirty, let me give it a bath for you."

Zhang Qi said to Filch with a smile.

"Ah, that's troublesome for you."

With Filch's permission, Zhang Qi immediately hugged Mrs. Norris, dragged the huge box, and returned to his bedroom.

Mrs. Norris, who came to the Slytherin dormitory, seemed very happy, mainly because cats were nocturnal animals, and they liked the night more than the day.

Putting water that was not too hot in the bathtub, Zhang Qi put the quiet Mrs. Norris into the bathtub and started to make bubbles on it.

Zhang Qi clearly remembers that on Halloween, this poor cat will be petrified, and it will not return to its normal state until the end of the semester.

Filch did Zhang Qi a big favor by teaching Arito swordsmanship and shooting. In return, Zhang Qi, who liked kittens very much, planned to help Mrs. Norris escape.

The gray-black water flowed down the dirty hair into the sewer, and Zhang Qi, who felt as if he had not washed it completely, bubbled it again.

"Well, this time it should be almost the same.

Rinse off the bubbles with a stream of water, Zhang Qi carefully looked at the little kitten in front of him that looked very thin, but was much whiter, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Quick drying"!

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