The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 274 Strange noise in the closet

"Your Majesty Elder, I have something to ask you."

At the same time, on the other side of the earth, Shirin Picquery knocked on the door of the personal residence of an elder of the Magical Congress of the United States, and then sat face to face with the elder on the sofa in the living room.

"What's the matter? Director Picqueri"?

The white-haired old man asked very calmly.

"It's about the Auror Task Force."

Shirin cleared his throat and said.

"Are you saying that those loyal Aurors were injected with the medicines we provided? Those medicines have been completely studied and will not have any side effects."

The old man raised his hand to interrupt her.

"The potion you are talking about, the official statement given to us is that the blood of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon is transformed through the blood core of a vampire. It can stimulate people's potential and provide some special bloodline magical abilities by transforming the bloodline. I Is that right?"

Picquery asked sullenly.

"Yes, since you already know, director, why do you have to come over and ask me?"

The old man asked softly.

"I know that many young men who took this medicine have experienced slight dragon transformation, but compared to the power that this medicine can bring, what are the slight side effects?"

"But as of now, 120 of the 40 people who took the medicine have died. I need an explanation for their lives!"

Picquery patted the dining table in front of him angrily. This action startled the old man.

The steward next to him wanted to stop him, but the old man helplessly ignored him and waved for him to leave.

"You were my strongest supporter when I was competing for the position of Congressional Director."

After falling into silence for a while, Picquery spoke first.

"Yes, your grandparents and I were friends."

The old man sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You were still a little girl at that time, clamoring all day long to erase all injustices in the future. This is probably the reason why you embarked on this path"...

"So, can you assure me as an old friend of my grandparents that you can tell me the truth about all this"?

Picqueli looked into the old man's eyes and asked word by word.

"Tell me first, where did you realize something was wrong?"

The old man took a sip of the wine in his glass. The color of the wine was as red as blood.

In fact, Picquery has always believed that the reason why people love wines of this color so much is not because of the unique flavor in these expensive and red wines, but because those people drink them to satisfy their desire to taste power. It was just passed down by word of mouth.

"You told me at the time that there was a high mortality rate after being injected with this medicine, and even if there was no death, there would probably be some dragon transformation, such as scales growing on the skin."

Picquery said slowly.

"But, you told me at the time that this medicine was extracted from the blood of the Hungarian Horntail. However, the scales on those Aurors with scales are all white!"

"We were negligent."

The old man nodded, then sighed.

"This agent was not actually developed by us."

The old man said while drinking.

"So, which Ministry of Magic developed it?"

Picquery asked.

Valley"Rihe Islands, Yin Yang Lao".

The old man calmly told the truth, which was enough to make Picquery open his mouth in surprise.

"How is that possible? Their strength is much weaker than ours, and we obviously adopted passivation measures for them after the war. Why can they still develop such disgusting things?"

Picquery asked incredulously.

"Because this medicine was not developed by magic, but was developed by the Yin Yang Lao of the Sheng Yang Empire"!

The old man fell into memories.

"After the defeat of that mad-dog empire, we obtained some of their research information by exonerating some of their war crimes."

"It is said that these drugs were developed based on the blood of a mysterious person."

"It seems to be an accident. At that time, the Yin Yang Lao originally planned to use a bullet with a poisonous spell to assassinate a Chinese wizard who resisted them, but it accidentally hit the mysterious man."

"After being hit by a bullet, the man disappeared into the space on the spot. This made the assassins of Yin Yang Lao very surprised and frightened."

The old man took another sip of wine, and then continued:

"The Chinese wizard managed to escape, but the Rising Sun Empire's research institute came to the scene to collect blood samples from that person, and finally sent them to the Yin Yang Lao for research."

"That person's blood is highly similar to dragon blood, but the power contained within it cannot even be understood by us."

"After being injected with that person's blood, the experimental animals experienced various extremely disgusting changes, but the indicators of various parts of the body were also strengthened dozens of times."

"If I have to use words to describe it"...

The old man thought for a moment, and then said:

"I can only call it, the blood of gods."

"Or devil's blood."

Picquery murmured to himself after listening to the old man's story.

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Time flies by so fast, and in a blink of an eye, it’s Christmas again.

Due to a small deviation in history, Lu Ping, who had never been able to capture effective experimental materials, had to take two months of theoretical classes.

Although he asked Hagrid to get some "cute" cubs from the Forbidden Forest, the students who had been mentally prepared in Lockhart's class were not afraid of those big spiders with venom at all.

Moreover, Lu Ping seemed to be in poor health, and would take at least half a week off every month due to physical reasons.

However, his classmates still liked him very much, because his lecture style was very humorous, and he seemed to have some past with a certain Potions professor who always looked like a dead man every day, and would always tease him in class. .

Of course, this situation was significantly improved after Snape listened to the corner and found an opportunity in his class to severely punish the students who laughed the most.

"Ah, students, we won't call names in this class."

Standing on the podium, Lupine smiled and snapped his fingers.

"Boom boom boom"!

A locked wardrobe next to the podium suddenly began to vibrate violently. After Lupine tapped it with his wand, it quickly returned to calm.

"Because this class is a practical class! Students who skipped class and did not come will definitely regret it!"

Lu Ping said very happily, and there was a burst of cheers from the audience.