The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 389 Marching dense clouds

"I think so too. After all, apart from you, they are the only outsiders who enter here."

Father Anderson's face was sullen, his eyes full of uncontrollable anger.

"But I have no evidence."

Zhang Qi gently picked off the cotton wool from Astoria's body, and then released flames to burn the blood-stained cotton to ashes.

"Yes, all we can do now is suspicion, but there is no evidence."

Dumbledore also shook his head helplessly.

"How about we raid the residences of those Ifamoni students now? I'll pick a few more suspicious people to interrogate. I've never lost when it comes to making people tell the truth."

Zhang Qi was the first to suggest.

"This will hurt innocent people."

Dumbledore immediately rejected Zhang Qi's idea.

"Then there is no other way. We can only be in a passive state now. We should pay more attention to them when the competition is held next year. Who knows whether they will directly hold a blood sacrifice at Hogwarts next time?"

Zhang Qi said angrily, and then gently covered the still unconscious girl with a quilt.

"By the way, Father Anderson, this competition requires each school to select an outstanding teacher, and Hogwarts is short of several Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers at this moment. Do you have time?"

Dumbledore suddenly asked Father Anderson.

"You have done the Vatican a big favor. I will handle the follow-up matters here in the next few days and report to London on time when you start school."

Father Anderson was silent for a while and finally spoke.

"So, if they are Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, who are my colleagues?"

Anderson hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"A retired former Auror and a knowledgeable old mage. You will definitely get along well with them."

"I plan to let you teach first and second grade students, because at that age they should know what kindness is. As a Vatican priest, you are perfect."

Dumbledore blinked and said to his old friend.

"So how many grades will Mr. Auror and Mr. Mage teach?"

Anderson thought for a moment and nodded.

"I guess that Mr. Auror will teach students in grades three, four, and five, because students in this grade should understand the dark side of the magical world to avoid going astray in the future."

"As for the knowledgeable mage, I guess he will teach the graduating classes of sixth and seventh grade, because those students need someone more knowledgeable to teach them how to flexibly cope with practical exams."

Zhang Qi gently combed the girl's hair with the folding comb he carried with him and spoke to the side.

"You guessed it, kid."

Dumbledore nodded in surprise.

"Then it would be better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Father Anderson sighed, then stood up.

"It's a mess here now. I'll arrange for a few of them to go back tomorrow."

"Well, Anderson, I look forward to our next meeting with you. We'll see you at the beginning of school."

Dumbledore nodded, and several people stood up and dragged a few beds over to other wards, planning to spend the night in the infirmary.

Father Anderson was deeply affected by what happened today. Although he had agreed to the request to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, he still needed time to calm down.

Gu BeiAt this moment, after Anderson left, only Zhang Qi, Dumbledore, and Astoria, who had transitioned from coma to coma, were left in the ward.

"My old friend and I talked about you again. He is very optimistic about you and thinks you can really change the world."

Dumbledore started the conversation first.

"On this point, my attitude towards the British Ministry of Magic is the same as Mr. Grindelwald. The pure-blood nobles completely control the Ministry of Magic. As for the mixed-blood and hemp wizards every year, it is just the Ministry of Magic's way to show its fairness. It’s just a pretense.”

Zhang Qi said softly, then took out a portable teapot and a small alcohol stove from the suitcase, and gently brewed a pot of black tea.

"You want to overthrow the current Ministry of Magic"?

Dumbledore frowned, but asked very calmly.

"I don't have that big ambition. I just want to live peacefully in this turbulent era."

Zhang Qi shook his head gently, and then poured himself and Dumbledore a cup of black tea.

"Are you telling the truth"?

Dumbledore took a sip of the freshly brewed black tea and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

After Zhang Qi heard this, he took off the "Sage of Heavenly Fire" from his waist and put it on the table.

"Dumbledore, I didn't lie."

Zhang Qi said extremely helplessly.

"It's a good idea, but this thing is really dangerous. It must have been the cause of the troubles caused in Knockturn Alley before."

Dumbledore grabbed the pistol and looked at it carefully, then carefully placed it on the table.

"But you once said that wizards should not hide in the sewer-like magical world like mice, so what do you think?"

Dumbledore continued.

"Mr. Dumbledore, do you think about random things in your free time?"

Zhang Qi looked at Dumbledore who was still testing his words and asked very calmly.

"Old people often have random thoughts, but they are not as imaginative as young people."

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand.

"Then Principal Dumbledore, have you ever imagined that one day you wake up from bed in the morning and find that the whole world has changed and everything has changed."

"When the real crisis comes, all the daily routines you are familiar with turn into beautiful memories, and these memories are never back. A licorice wand that once cost a lot of silver coins has become a luxury item. People who had plenty of food and clothing even have to start from scratch. Rats were taken out of the sewers to feed themselves.”

"What will you do when morality and law collapse and fear becomes the only truth?"

Zhang Qi asked softly. He knew the horror of this situation. On the black Christmas of 1991, he had already seen the tragic situation of Eastern Europeans.

And war will only be more cruel than this!

The Eye of Insight cannot truly predict the future, because the existence of the Eye of Insight itself is destiny, which is also the curse of every generation of Delphic prophets.

However, countless clues all point to one thing, that is, the future has always been shrouded in the cloud of war.

Everyone must start making preparations, whether they are desperately collecting alchemy materials and technology trees from the dragon world, or cultivating their own power in the black market, or even Zhang Qi plans to reassemble Grindelwald's old troops, They are all preparations for the uncertainty of the future.

The world will change other things in order to correct its mistakes. The mystery and strong strength that the Church of the Dead has now shown has made Zhang Qi and the countries on the other side of the ocean feel a strong sense of crisis.

It’s never too early to be prepared.