The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 322

"It should cost a lot of money to package this entire plane, right?"

Dumbledore looked at the receding clouds outside the window, and tapped the interior of the plane with great novelty.

"This is a small plane, so it's not particularly expensive."

Zhang Qi answered casually, then picked up the wine bottle in the plane and poured a glass for himself and the old man.

"Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol".

Dumbledore tapped him on the wrist and took the wine glass from his hand.

"Yes, yes, but my mother isn't there anyway."

Zhang Qi pouted, reluctantly picked up the juice bottle next to him, and poured a glass from the girl who was staring out the window in a daze.

"I deliberately didn't ask the flight attendant to get on the plane, so we don't need to avoid others for the next conversation."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what do you think of the Vatican's attitude towards us"?

After Zhang Qi took a sip of juice, he asked.

"I don't know what the United States has given them, but this kind of approach that only focuses on immediate interests is not a far-sighted idea."

Dumbledore took a sip of red wine and said lightly.

"If you don't object, we can cause them some big trouble when we get off the plane later."

Zhang Qifeng waved his hand calmly.

"Forget it, I have a few old friends still there, it's better not to cause them any trouble."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Ah, that's a pity, I never mind slapping the face of someone who slaps me."

Zhang Qi mumbled, then straightened his body.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to ask you one thing, do the four founders have their own descendants?"

"Mr. Slytherin definitely has, and according to some unofficial records, there may still be a relationship between Ms. Ravenclaw and Mr. Gryffindor, but I don't know if there are children, and Helena is Ravenclaw. The child that Ms. Lao picked up is not her own."

"So why are you asking this question?"

Dumbledore asked very strangely.

"It's nothing, just chatting."

Zhang Qi nodded thoughtfully.

"I heard that you can learn the sacred magic from the Vatican with both hands, but I advise you not to leak it, because it may trigger some bad memories of them about Grindelwald"...

Dumbledore pondered his words and reminded very politely.

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, we are not stupid, and I advise you to take a nap on the plane, because I have a hunch that we may have big trouble later."

Zhang Qi sighed helplessly, then collapsed on a comfortable seat and put on a blindfold.

The small commercial plane did not fly as smoothly as the bend, but the steel wings still cut through the thick clouds, and took the three people on the plane to the Italian capital.

"Father Anderson, aren't you planning to go out and receive those students from the Evamony School who came to visit here?"

On the third basement floor of the Vatican, a priest very devoutly opened the door gently and said respectfully to the priest inside.

"You know, Carl, although I'm the most famous priest here, my job isn't to host students, and even if I go out and talk to those students, they might be scared to cry by me." .

In the dim light formed by the candles, the man sitting behind the desk spoke lazily.

Grain Zard This man was dressed in the standard robe of a priest, with a cross on his chest, but a sword-shaped badge was pinned to his left chest.

Zhang Qi has seen this badge, which means it is the Inquisition.

"And I don't like the behavior of those cardinals very much. Obviously, the British are the first to come, and there are only three of them, but our bishops have to let the more than 100 students from North America come first. To get in here, but to make the first Englishman who brought it up wait five hours, I just don't know if Dumbledore will feel offended by that."

"Also, the location of the thirteenth department of Judas is just below the main stairs. If you take those students to visit Carl, you should go to the ossuary on the first basement floor. I'm not afraid that those children will see the secrets here. But the scene here does leave a lingering shadow on those poor children for the rest of their lives."

"After all, this is where heresy is dealt with."

Father Anderson leisurely lit a cigarette, then took a light breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke from his nostrils.

"Yes, Father Anderson, but I heard that Dumbledore is also coming here. His Excellency the Pope hopes that you can receive him in person, because only you can draw a tie with him in an emergency."

The priest bowed deeply and said.

"Ah, Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the world, once defeated Grindelwald in his heyday. He is indeed difficult to deal with, but I have a relationship with him."

The very young-looking Father Anderson nodded, then frowned suddenly, as if he had felt something.

The priest then stood up, put on his black top hat, and stroked the cross hanging on his chest.

"Father Anderson, where are you going?"

The pastor asked strangely.

"Go to the gate of the city wall, I think the distinguished guests who have been offended by us can't wait."

Father Anderson sighed. He was really fed up with the pretense of those bishops.

6 hours?

It's only 4 hours by plane from London directly!

At that time, they will face dissatisfaction from the greatest white wizard in the world, and they will not be there to help.

"This is the outer city of the Vatican, Headmaster Dumbledore, are we waiting here? Actually, we could have made things more interesting."

Standing outside the city gate of the Vatican, Zhang Qi glanced at the Italian guards on duty in front of the gate, and quietly said to Dumbledore ~www.mtlnovel.com~ or not, I think you can actually take Miss Greengrass first Take a walk around Rome and eat some local specialties".

Dumbledore looked at Zhang Qi very worriedly, for fear that he would do something on impulse.

"There's a risotto here, do you want some, principal? I'll treat you."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Several people walked into the small restaurant and sat on the seats outside.

Zhang Qi and Astoria both asked for a mushroom risotto, but Dumbledore asked for a red risotto, and specifically asked to add more sugar.

"The taste is really not good, and the fragrance of the cream is full."

Zhang Qi dug out a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and nodded.

"Oh, my dear Dumbledore, I'm sorry those bishops let your pigeons go, but your taste is really good. I often come here to eat after get off work."

At this moment, Zhang Qi glanced at a young man in a priest's white robe who walked out of the gate with a smile and greeted Dumbledore very enthusiastically.

And the sword-shaped badge on his left chest was glowing with cold silver light in the sun.

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