The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 252 A dramatic meeting

"Who are you? I don't think I saw you in the castle".

The girl stood up warily and looked at the old man in front of her.

"I'm a wizard here to help you. If you don't believe it, look, I have my own wand."

Dumbledore raised his gnarled wand at this time, trying to prove his identity as a wizard.

"Oh, then why haven't I seen you? And why do you two have such strange accents?"

The girl was already convinced, but she still had some doubts.

"Wizards will face persecution no matter where they are. Isn't it normal for the two of us to have accents?"

Zhang Qi replied very calmly.

"Forget it, this castle is completely hidden from the outside world. If you can come in, it means you are one of our own."

After hearing this, the girl gave up asking, and then asked eagerly:

"Mr. Wizard, you seemed to have just mentioned some formulas for a magic potion. Can this potion cure burns caused by Li Huo?"

"This potion is specially designed to treat Lihuo burns, but I'm not sure if you have those raw materials here."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and said.

"There are all of them. Although soul sand is precious, the soul sand of the entire English Islands is here."

The girl happily pointed to the closed door of the infirmary next to her.

"Ms. Ravenclaw is inside, and there are some students with very serious burns inside. Ms. Ravenclaw and his daughter are temporarily delaying the symptoms for them."

When she said this, the girl sighed softly.

"Their burns are all serious, so please be mentally prepared when you go in."

"I see".

Dumbledore nodded and opened the door to the room.

There was a curtain at the door blocking everyone's view, but Dumbledore could still smell the pungent burnt smell inside through the thin layer of cloth.

A faint moan came from inside, and the owner of the moan was no longer able to scream.

Light yellow pus dripped from the limbs beside the bed and slowly dripped onto the floor. It was the tissue fluid gushing out from the burn wound and the pus produced by the inflammation of the wound.

The old man frowned slightly. It was not that he had never seen tragic situations before, but this was the first time he had seen such a tragic situation.

Even if modern wizards kill people, they are so clean and neat, and they will not face bloody situations like ancient wizards.

"Sir, can you please stay and help me take care of these less injured students? You seem to be very knowledgeable about the burns caused by Li Huo. Can you help us?"

Zhang Qi originally stood up and planned to go with Dumbledore to meet the legendary wizard, but the blond girl went to speak to him in an almost pleading tone.

"You stay here Mr. Zirol, I'll go see Ms. Ravenclaw."

Dumbledore was obviously stunned for a moment after seeing the girl's appearance, and then nodded to Zhang Qi.

"All right".

Zhang Qi took his foot back again. He shook his head helplessly, as if he was sighing.

"Hold him down! You must use a knife to cut off all the rotten flesh on his legs, otherwise he will die!"

At this moment, the Gryffindor student who had just been pushed to the ground began to struggle violently again. A Hufflepuff boy was trying his best to speed up his hands and use a knife to cut his legs. Cut off the rotten flesh.

"It's useless. The whole leg is burned. Even if the carrion is cut off, he will die. He is hopeless."

Another Gryffindor boy next to him said this, but he still held down his classmate tightly.

"Are you doing this to hurt him to death?"

Zhang Qi looked at the bloody scene, walked over quickly, and stopped the Hufflepuff boy who was about to continue using the knife.

"The last bottle of sleeping potion was used the day before yesterday. Now we have no way to make him pass out. We have to do it forcefully."

The Hufflepuff boy's tone was filled with helplessness and unspeakable sadness.

"Let me do it, your knife is dull. Even if you hurt him to death, you can't deal with the remaining carrion."

Zhang Qi looked at the boy who was holding back the pain and clenching his teeth, but tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes, and sighed softly.

This boy looked to be about the same age as himself, a fourth or fifth grade student at most, but he was forced to endure the feeling of being cut with a knife.

"how did you make it"?

Zhang Qi squatted down, took out a first-aid kit from his pocket, and then talked to the boy in English that sounded very weird in this era.

"More than a week ago, in order to protect a group of wizards who were coming here, a team of Judgment Knights from the Holy See accidentally caught up with him."

The blonde girl next to him sighed, and then continued:

"He was lucky. The fireball fired by the priest only injured his leg, but the wound quickly worsened and became what it is now."

"The skin on my leg was second-degree burned and the wound was severely infected, which was very troublesome."

Zhang Qi carefully observed the boy's injury and found that the suppuration was very serious. If it were in modern times, he would have to be sent to the hospital for treatment.

It's a pity that this is ancient times. In the dark middle ages, just a cold could kill a person.

"Can I still be alive?"

The boy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked Zhang Qi.

"Be happy, Joe, you'll survive."

The blond girl touched the boy's head and said in an extremely encouraging tone.

"You wouldn't have survived, but I can try to save you. By the way, what's your name?"

"Mir Joe Zirol, before I came here, I was the son of a count, but it is a pity that my father was beheaded by the Pope simply because he was unwilling to hand over his son who had turned into a demon. The Church judges”.

The boy smiled bitterly, with a sense of sadness in his tone.

Zhang Qi looked at the boy's black hair, then frowned, and finally nodded thoughtfully as if he figured something out.

"What's wrong? Can you cure him?"

The blond girl next to her asked with some uncertainty after seeing Zhang Qi's expression.

"It's nothing, I think it should be about the same."

Zhang Qi came to his senses at this time, then waved his hand, took out a glass ampoule from the medicine box, and turned out the corresponding grinding wheel.

"Please bear with it, the pain will not be particularly severe, but the feeling will definitely be remembered for a lifetime."

Zhang Qi took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and said to the boy in front of him.