The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

pain.

Every part of my body hurts.

This was the first thing Zhang Qi felt when he slowly regained consciousness.

Every part of his body was as hot as being grilled on a steel frame, as if someone was grilling Zhang Qi over a fire while spraying pepper spray.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, followed by clearer pain.

His back was twitching violently, as if he had been struck by a heart-breaking blow from Voldemort, and the pain as strong as a tsunami was clearly transmitted to Zhang Qi's mind, as if someone was pouring molten iron just out of the furnace bit by bit. On his back.

"what"!

Zhang Qi's body twitched with the severe pain, and then he opened his eyes.

The pain all over my body disappeared the moment I woke up, but there seemed to be a strange feeling coming from my back.

It was as if something was sticking to his back, hard, but not too painful.

It was as if that thing was made for him.

The early morning sunlight pours into the room without any hindrance from the half-open curtains, illuminating a slightly familiar enamel iron shelf next to it.

Infusion stand?

Zhang Qi narrowed his eyes, and then with difficulty moved his gaze to his right hand on the outside of the quilt.

There was a piece of white tape on it, and a rubber tube on it connected to the glass bottle on the infusion stand.

Lying on a recliner on the other side of Zhang Qi's bed was a white-haired woman covered in a black trench coat. There was a sense of exhaustion on her delicate face that had fallen asleep.

That was Hekmadia. Zhang Qi looked around the surroundings hard again. He was indeed lying in the medical room of Hogwarts.

my head hurts...

Zhang Qi opened his eyes and began to try to recall what happened before he fell into coma.

Astoria!

Zhang Qi's head began to hurt violently, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. He seemed to have remembered something important, but suddenly he couldn't remember it.

Don't rush, let's sort it out slowly from what happened at the beginning.

Yesterday, I went to the secret room alone to save Astoria.

then……

The expression on Zhang Qi's face began to become painful.

Inferi, crosses, bloody holes on the face...

"hiss"!

Zhang Qi's head began to hurt violently again, and his subconscious refused to recall the painful experience last night.

no!Never stop remembering!

Zhang Qi tried hard to endure the severe pain and began to remember.

He used directional mines to destroy half a platoon of Inferi, and he could never remember what happened after that.

Zhang Qi's brain was in pain so much that he couldn't think. He decisively stopped this self-abuse behavior and lay helplessly on the soft and comfortable bed in the infirmary.

How's Astoria doing?

The fact that he escaped unscathed in the end and had no missing arms or legs proves that the rescue was successful, but I don't know how effective it will be?

Also, how should I make Astoria accept the fact that she only has one eye left in the future?

How should this poor girl face all this?

Zhang Qi was lying on the bed, never feeling so weak.

In the end, he still couldn't save anyone.

Zhang Qi glanced at Hekmadia, who was sleeping soundly on the recliner next to him, covered with a windbreaker, and thought it would be better to let his mother sleep for a while longer.

Looking at it like this, Hekmadia seemed to have not slept for a long time.

Zhang Qi decided not to disturb her yet.

but……

Zhang Qi glanced at the glass bottle hanging on the infusion stand. There was still a little bit of remaining liquid in it.

However, it seems to be red?

But why is the potion red?

Zhang Qi's lips were twitching continuously.

"Damn it! The blood has returned"!

Zhang Qi's scream, which could be called a slaughtering pig, resounded throughout the infirmary.

"Who"?

Hekmedia suddenly opened her eyes, jumped up from the recliner, grabbed the windbreaker covering her body and swung it towards the front of the hospital bed.

That was her habit. The windbreaker unfolded in the air could block the enemy's sight, causing them to subconsciously lose their shooting target.

"what's going on"?

The door to the infirmary was kicked open from the outside, and Snape, whose face and hair were a little greasy, strode in and raised his wand vigilantly.

"you're awake"?

Hekmedia asked in surprise, then she didn't care to pick up the windbreaker thrown on the ground and rushed to the hospital bed.

"How do you feel about yourself now?"

Hekmadia and Snape slowly helped Zhang Qi up from the bed and asked with great concern.

"It's okay, but my back always hurts, and something seems to be pinching me. It's really uncomfortable."

As he spoke, Zhang Qi, who was wearing a hospital gown, tried to move his shoulder blades.

"Stab!"

With the sound of fabric tearing, the hospital gown behind Zhang Qi was effortlessly pierced by something sharp, revealing the hard white bone wings.

"What's that on my back"?

Zhang Qi was caught off guard, startled, and then began to twist his upper body crazily, trying to see what was behind him.

The scene was like a cat at home chasing its tail, and it felt very joyful.

"It looks like there's nothing wrong with him, Severus."

Hekmedia looked at her son's frightened behavior and said helplessly to Snape.

But the tone was much more relaxed.

After all, that was her son.

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Time goes back to the abandoned girls' bathroom on the third floor that night.

"Dumbledore"!

Snape shouted anxiously at Dumbledore for the tenth time:

"That child has been down there for almost half an hour, but there hasn't been any movement there yet. You can't leave him there with Astoria"!

"hold on"!

Dumbledore rubbed his beard a little anxiously, trying to make his voice calmer.

But this still couldn't hide the tremor in his voice.

Dumbledore hasn't hated himself as much as he does now in many years. The last time he felt so guilty was when Ariana...

Dumbledore shook his head hard, getting the guilt out of his mind.

Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts and the spiritual pillar of the wizarding world.

He sometimes had to give up opportunities to save innocent people for the greater good.

He couldn't put the other students at Hogwarts in danger for these two.

So he could only stay here quietly, anxious but unable to do anything.

Dumbledore knew that he would probably be taken directly to hell by Death after death, but he did not regret it and could not regret it.

Dumbledore was actually depressed for a long time after Ariana's death, but he figured it out later.

In a sense, Grindelwald is actually right - if you want to change the status quo and save more people, you must bleed, and some of the blood shed is dirty, and some are the cries of innocent people...

"Dumbledore, I'm telling you now I'm going down"!

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Snape stood up unbearably and spoke to Dumbledore again.

"Sit down Severus, I believe in that child's strength."

Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Boom"!

Just when Snape's face was reddened and he was about to open his mouth to greet Dumbledore and his family, the two of them keenly felt that the floor under their feet seemed to be shaking slightly.

"Did you feel it Dumbledore"?

Snape asked suspiciously.

"I think I did feel it. The floors of Hogwarts seemed to be shaking."

Dumbledore frowned.

What happened next?

"boom"!

"Bang bang bang"!

Dumbledore and Snape stood in front of the black hole looking at each other, listening to the constant explosions and gunfire coming from below.

"Get down now"!

After hearing those sounds, Snape ran forward two steps anxiously, and then prepared to jump towards the hole.

But just when he reached the entrance of the dark cave, there was a loud and earth-shattering sound from below.All of a sudden, the entire castle began to shake violently.

"Boom"!

It was as if a shield machine was cutting the ground beneath Hogwarts, and the entire castle began to shake violently.The dust on the beams was shaken down, and several unstable portraits in the corridor fell to the ground. The characters inside were running around, cursing dirty words as they ran.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound in the corridor outside. It was the crisp sound made when those decorative armors were shaken down by violent vibrations and hit the floor hard.

"Go now, Fox"!

At this time, Dumbledore didn't care about the line of blood written on the wall, which said that if anyone else went down, he would kill Astoria. He tapped the scarred wand in front of him. The air condensed it into a solid barrier, and then he quickly walked in front of Snape and jumped out of the hole.

Snape jumped down soon after.

After sliding on that dirty slide for an unknown amount of time, the two of them successfully reached the artificial complex made by Slytherin.

The original scene here is a small bridge connecting the island in the middle of the lake. There is a high altar in the center of the island in the middle of the lake. Each floor of the altar is connected by a narrow passage.

But Dumbledore only had one feeling when he saw the scene here for the first time.

nausea!

The water that was originally so clear and transparent that you could see the bottom of the lake had turned into a grayish pink color. There were some disgusting suspended matter floating on the lake water that smelled of stench and rust.

Where is the lake here?This is obviously a bowl of half-cooked broth!

Holding back the nausea in his heart, Dumbledore took Snape and stepped onto the small bridge together, heading towards the high platform on the island in the middle of the lake.

"vomit"!

After seeing the strange scene on the high platform, Snape could no longer maintain his superb Occlumency, squatted down and began to vomit on the ground.

On the highest platform, countless mutilated limbs were stacked layer by layer, creating a strange scenery on the platform.Splattered blood, flesh and bones stuck to the walls and bluestone floor layer after layer, performing the craziest art in the bloodiest way.

Dumbledore's stomach was also convulsing violently. He tried hard not to vomit, then carefully stepped on the stinky paste stuck to the ground, and walked forward step by step.

The boots on his feet made a squeaking sound when they stepped on the ground. That was the blood on the ground entering the gaps in the soles of the boots.

Dumbledore, with a bubble on his head, continued to walk forward.

A sharp stone spear had been pierced through the knee of the huge statue of Slytherin, and a shabby Slytherin school robe was nailed to it. The robe seemed to be covered with dust.

It is the soul sand that flows on the ground after the resentment condensed by some kind of black magic. It can be used to prepare a cooling agent.

Ginny, whose face had begun to turn red, was lying at the foot of the Slytherin statue. She seemed to be in good condition except for being unconscious.

Under a cracked obsidian cross, Zhang Qi and Astoria leaned there lifelessly, their arms and fingers tightly intertwined.

Dumbledore walked over and put his hand under the two people's noses.

And breathing.

The white bangs on Astoria's forehead blocked her left eye, and Dumbledore noticed that there seemed to be a lot of blood there.

So he carefully pushed the hair away from his forehead, and the dark bloody hole underneath was immediately looked at by Snape, who had just arrived and was still wiping the corner of his mouth with his robe.

"no no"!

Snape rushed over and knelt beside Astoria, mumbling meaningless words.

"why why"!

Snape kept mumbling to himself.

"The child's life is not in danger yet, Severus."

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand with a stern expression, and Astoria's expression immediately improved.

"Did you bring Miss Greengrass's potion, Severus?"

"Yes, yes"!

Snape hurriedly took out a small crystal vial from the inside of his robes. The bright purple liquid inside was swaying violently and flashing an intoxicating light.

Dumbledore picked up the potion bottle, opened Astoria's mouth, and drank all the purple potion inside.

"Well, the blood curse seems to have been suppressed by something before taking the medicine. Astoria did not suffer from the blood curse on the spot as I imagined"...

Dumbledore frowned in confusion, expressing great confusion about this.

The blood curse on Astoria was cast by Voldemort himself and borrowed the authority of the God of Death. There is no solution except by using higher divine power to treat...

But this time Dumbledore was like a ghost. The blood curse in Astoria's body seemed to be afraid of something and he didn't dare to make any small move.

Dumbledore shook his head and decided to leave this question until the two of them woke up.

But when he turned to look at Zhang Qi, Dumbledore was stunned.

Because he saw something on Zhang Qi's body, or behind him to be more precise, that should not belong to humans.

"That's a pair of white dragon wings"?