The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 208 Dark Lord Training Class

"Ah, I thought you wouldn't come."

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Grindelwald sat leisurely by the burning fireplace.

Looking at the golden-red flame exploding in mid-air, Grindelwald raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.

"Good evening, Gellert, this kid finally listened to my persuasion and plans to hear how you want to apologize to him."

Dumbledore rubbed his temples tiredly.

No one wants to stay up late at night.

"Yeah, I really regret my offensive behavior yesterday."

Grindelwald answered very perfunctorily.

"That's what you meant, a sincere apology"?

Zhang Qi looked at Dumbledore, his face expressionless.

"Anyway, I feel that no matter how much nice words you say, it's better to do some practical things. Instead of saying so many nice words, I might as well compensate you with some useful knowledge."

Grindelwald took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"To put it bluntly, useless knowledge is really useless to me."

Zhang Qi also said lightly.

"I'm starting to lose sight of you."

Grindelwald frowned and carefully examined the young man in front of him.

"Who have you seen through in this life?"

Zhang Qi asked rhetorically.

"Mr. Newt? Mr. Dumbledore"?

"Except for the two of them, I can see everything about them."

Grindelwald said very proudly.

"This child will be left with you first, Gellert. I will pick him up at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon on time."

Dumbledore nodded to Grindelwald, then put his hand on the tail of his phoenix.

"Fox".

With a snap, Dumbledore's figure twisted and disappeared into a ball of golden flames.

"he's gone".

After Dumbledore left, Grindelwald had a smile on his face.

"Are you trying to say that no one will show me the situation this time? Then there is a high probability that you will be disappointed. The guards outside are all students taught by my grandfather."

Zhang Qi raised the index finger of his right hand and shook it.

"And it seems that the time has come."

Zhang Qi pointed to the wall clock hanging on the wall of the room. The hands on it had reached 12:20.

"If you dare to cast a spell on me now, the consequences will become very serious, because in that case, your level will be re-evaluated as dangerous, and the excellent accommodation conditions you have now will naturally no longer exist."

Zhang Qi pointed to a large piece of regulations for the management of prisoners in custody hanging on the wall.

"There was originally a painting hanging in this place. It was painted by officials of the United States to mock me. However, after the guards were changed, the painting was replaced with this one."

"I personally think it's not as good-looking as before."

The corners of Grindelwald's mouth twitched. He had never felt that someone would make him feel so unworthy of a beating.

At this time, he had completely forgotten how many people were made to hate him with his sarcastic style that didn't deserve a beating.

"Forget it, what do you want to learn"?

Grindelwald knew that he could not do anything to this child, so he sat in his seat and asked calmly.

"The blue fire ring you made that day is indeed very famous. Can you teach me?"

Zhang Qi said knowingly.

"I'm sorry, this is a family magic. Without my bloodline, you will only burn yourself to death."

Grindelwald said coldly.

"Tsk, stingy, obviously I just don't want to teach"...

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes and then picked his nostrils.

"Forget it, let me ask you directly, what magic do you know?"

Grindelwald rubbed his temples with a headache.

"I know all the commonly used combat spells, as well as one or two less commonly used ones."

Zhang Qi tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Let me guess, Expelliarmus"?

Grindelwald asked.

"I can do this, but I don't use it often because the enemies I encounter are basically Muggles without magic power. This spell is not practical in this situation."

Zhang Qi answered decisively.

"Then what do you usually use in situations like this?"

Grindelwald asked.

"I usually use a gun."

Zhang Qi looked at Grindelwald with an expression that looked like he was mentally retarded.

"The gun is fast from seven steps away, and the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps."

"You don't need a gun in this situation. Are you planning to die there?"

"You're right, your first priority is to win, not to win glory."

Surprisingly, Grindelwald nodded approvingly.

"Use everything around you rationally, and don't be afraid of your jokes. I was once blocked by an international Auror team in a downtown area of ​​France. Guess how I escaped in the end?"

Grindelwald thought carefully and then asked.

"I guess you used something that didn't belong in the wizarding world".

Zhang Qi thought for a while and then answered.

"You guessed it right, I cast a little spell on a speeding truck, and the overturned truck ran over all the Aurors in that team."

Grindelwald nodded, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

"Don't think I'm too cruel. Do you know how those International Oros dealt with the captured saints?"

"I don't know, but I should be able to guess it. After all, the International Auror Team is mainly under the command of the Magical Congress of the United States."

Zhang Qi frowned.

"You did guess it right. Those captured loyal soldiers were severely tortured, and the methods used to extract confessions were almost as good as those of Muggles."

"Compared with cutting out the bones, I think the pain of corporal punishment is not that severe."

Zhang Qi replied calmly.

"You are wrong, child. The Cruciatus spell mainly tortures the soul. After the spell has passed, the torture will lose its effect."

"But corporal punishment is completely different. You will see your body being tortured with your own eyes, and the mental shock will accompany you throughout your life, making you unable to live and eat normally for the rest of your life."

Grindelwald's face became a little gloomy.

"But I soon learned some tricks from my old friend. In exchange, I persuaded a German official to provide two Rheinmetall cannons, first-class supporting trucks and shells to the war-torn China. ".

"I am very grateful for the weapons and equipment you provided at that time, which allowed China to survive the Japanese offensive for a while."

Zhang Qi leaned forward slightly towards Grindelwald.

"It's just a normal exchange. I think these equipment are worthy of the knowledge, and it turns out that it is indeed the case."

Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders.

"After reading the interrogation textbook, I realized that there are so many arts in torturing people, and I was very happy to put all this knowledge into practice."

"It turns out that knowledge actually works."