The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 296 Slytherin’s Necromancy Teacher

"Who are you?"

The old man was leaning on a cane, and the muscles in his arms were trembling, as if they were overwhelmed.

"As we just said, they are just two children who accidentally broke into this place, and they also accidentally saw something they shouldn't have seen."

The corner of Zhang Qi's mouth curled up, as if he was smiling. However, this expression brought huge psychological pressure to the old man.

"Actually, you two visitors, when you are talking to me, you should pay attention to the things next to you"...

At this moment, the old man's face suddenly showed a mocking smile again.

"Crack"!

A hand made entirely of bones pierced the floor, waving in the air, grabbing the two's ankles in a slow-motion scene like in a movie!

But why slow motion?

Zhang Qi looked at the surrounding scenery in surprise. The tea cup that had just been knocked over due to the violent vibration was slowly falling in the air. The water that had been there for an unknown period of time also showed an extremely slow movement. Even the water It retains the shape of the teacup after being detached from it.

The world stopped at this moment, just because the girl behind him lightly snapped her fingers.

"This is your spirit"?

Zhang Qi looked at the almost completely still world with surprise in his eyes.

"Ah? Is this also a word spirit? I thought it was just a state of my own thinking"...

Astoria walked up to the ferocious old man very familiarly, thought for a moment, and then took out a black marker produced by the True Color Stationery Company from her robe, and placed it on the old man's face. A little tortoise is painted on it.

"Who taught you this?"

The corners of Zhang Qi's eyes kept twitching, and then he asked slightly angrily.

"Well, Sister Shen taught me that. She said that sometimes when you meet people who need education, you have to do something that is not very harmful, but very insulting." .seven

Astoria blinked innocently, and then drew the little turtle's tail.

"Ah, then it looks like things should be coming to an end now."

The two of them looked at each other, then they both pulled out their own guns and aimed them at the old man's forehead.

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"call"!

The necromancer looked at the skeleton hands and arms stretched out on the ground and smiled with satisfaction, but the smile froze on his face in the blink of an eye.

"What about people"?

The old man muttered to himself in a daze.

"Ah, this old gentleman, aren't you going to turn around?"

There was a mocking voice in his ears. The old man turned his neck stiffly, but what he saw in his eyes was the muzzle of the gun flashing with red light.

"Well, Mr. Necromancer, I heard that all undead are afraid of fire, and some undead that move in the form of spirits are afraid of frost, so we are fully prepared today."

The old man was in a dilemma and opened his eyes respectively, staring closely at the muzzles on both sides of his head.

"Who are you"?

The old man gritted his teeth, and then threw the staff with a crystal skull on it to the ground.

"Let me tell you again, the two of us just got here because we got the wrong house, but we unexpectedly met someone from the Church of the Flesh. Your good luck can be exchanged for a bonus of more than 3000 gold coins at the International Federation of Wizards Conference. ".

Zhang Qi looked at the mark on the old man's face with some surprise. The skull mark proved that he was an officially canonized necromancer.

The last necromancer to be canonized was hundreds of years ago, which meant that the old man in front of him was probably older than Nico Flamel.

"There are only 2000 gold coins? I remember that at that time, my head was a little more expensive than Salazar Slytherin."

The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then suddenly started laughing.

"As for the Flesh Church you are talking about, that happened in the past 100 years. I should have called it the Necromancer Association at that time."

"Do you know Mr. Salazar Slytherin"?

Zhang Qi was slightly surprised, but his hand was still tightly holding the trigger of the Heavenly Fire Holy Inquisitor. With just a little force, he could hit the undead wizard's head with the violent fire element!

"Yes, Salazar still owes me money to help him refine the Inferi. At that time, he was only responsible for killing people. He never thought about how laborious the subsequent procedures would be if he didn't do preprocessing." .

The old necromancer complained with a smile, but the content of his words gave the two of them a chilling feeling.

"Did you train those Inferi? Well, it turns out I almost died in your hands"!

After hearing this, Zhang Qi was so angry that he put the gun directly on his head.

"You all stand back, or I will blow his head off. I don't believe that flesh and blood magic can repair a broken head."

Zhang Qi sneered at the undead skeletons that were already approaching here.

The skeletons approaching here immediately stopped, as if they were afraid that the mage would be shot through the head.

"Ah, please calm down, kids. We are the last dragonborn in the world. If we kill one of them, we will lose one."

The old man raised his hands in a panic, fearing that if the two men's fingers were unsteady, he would collapse.

"But you are from the Church of Flesh and Blood, so you must have heard about the unscrupulous things your organization has done, right?"

Zhang Qi fiercely pushed the gun against his head, and the muzzle of the gun even left a deep mark on the old man's skin.

"I don't care who you two are, but please don't compare me with those dirty betrayers"!

But what others didn't expect was that after hearing what the two said, the old man's face suddenly darkened.

"I am a necromancer who has been canonized. I recited the oath of the Necromancer Association when I was canonized. We will never reach out to the living because of the study of death. What you call the Church of the Necromancer is actually It was organized by those traitors"!

The old man's tone seemed to be filled with great anger, which caused both of them to hesitate for a moment.

"Ahem, cough, cough, so since it's all a misunderstanding, can you two put down the gun on my head first?"

At this time, the old man had a trace of sweat on his temples. Although he had encountered countless enemies in the past 1000 years, he had not enjoyed the feeling of having a knife held to his neck for a long time.

The feeling of death that he had not seen for a long time was surrounding him, but no one liked this feeling.