The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 464

Astoria had a very strange dream.

In the dream, I was floating, floating, floating, floating in a void, all the way to a place full of light in the distance.

That place is so warm, like a mother's embrace when she was alive...

I really want to stay in that place forever.

But just when he was about to completely fall there, the whole world seemed to have changed.

Countless familiar memories flooded into her mind, in which laughter and crying coexisted, and a **** scent emerged from the fragrance of flowers.

The self in the dream is a princess walking in the sea of flowers for a while, and then becomes a knight who chops off the head of the enemy.

Astoria was completely dazzled by those consciousnesses, and then fainted.

"I'm so thirsty"...

After an unknown amount of time, the girl slowly woke up from her dreamless sleep, and what flooded her mind was a sense of extreme thirst.

The girl struggled to get up, and there was a glass of water on the bedside table as far as she could see.

"Goooooooooooooo"...

Astoria grabbed the water glass with her right hand and greedily drank all the water in it, only then did she stop feeling dry.

"This is, Hogwarts' infirmary"?

After drinking the water, the girl regained some consciousness and observed the surrounding environment, and found herself in the familiar infirmary again.

"Huh? Why did I faint again? And Madam Pomfrey?"

Astoria leaned against the head of the bed with some doubts and sat up. The goose feather pillow behind her was very soft, but there was something hard behind her, which made the girl's back very uncomfortable.

"And what's on the head of the bed? It makes my back hurt."

Astoria twisted a little uncomfortable.

"Shh"!

With the sound of wood being cut and a thud, the head of the bed was cut open by sharp wings, and the cut part smashed to the ground.

The girl was startled by the sound, and hurriedly turned her head to look at the head of the bed.

The incision on the head of the bed is very flat and smooth, and you can see the obvious wood grain.

"what is this"!

The girl let out a piercing scream out of fright.

With her body twisting in panic, the pair of black wings cut everything she touched. The cup just now was scratched by the dragon wings, and the glass was cut into two pieces!

The frightened girl jumped up from the bed and slammed her head against the ceiling.

"It hurts, it hurts"!

Astoria covered her head aggrieved, and then her eyes fell on the full-length mirror facing her.

In the mirror, she looked a little haggard, but she was surprisingly much prettier than before her coma, and her skin and hair became more lustrous.

And, most importantly, don't you look as flat as you are?

Astoria ran towards the full-length mirror with some joy.

The girl stepped barefoot on the floor, making a dull sound.

"what"?

Astoria stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

Although she has become more beautiful, she has some inexplicable temperament on her body.

It was a sense of deterrence, like a lion holding its head high in front of its prey.

And the source of the sense of deterrence is probably the black bat-shaped dragon wings stretched behind the girl.

Astoria controlled her wings and retracted her back, then simply put on a piece of clothing.

The castle at Hogwarts was empty at this time, and she just saw at the window that all the people were gathered on the lawn in front of the door, so she planned to go downstairs to have a look.

"He was a true warrior."

When pushing open the castle gate, Astoria heard Dumbledore's weak, but still very emotional voice.

"Two days ago, at the last moment, he bravely swung a sword to the gods, saving the whole world and thousands of students including six schools."

Astoria walked out suspiciously, the remaining rainwater on the lawn wet her trousers.

"I announce that the memorial service for Mr. Hilbert Zirol will now officially begin. Officials, classmates, and family members of Mr. Hilbert, please all observe three minutes of silence."

"Then we will say our final goodbyes, cremate his body according to Mr. Zirol's wishes, and divide the ashes into three parts to be preserved by Hogwarts, Ms. Zirol, and Miss Greenglass."

The girl's footsteps stopped suddenly, and the boots that had just dropped splashed muddy water in the grass.

Not far away, there were two bodies side by side on a platform full of flowers. They had exactly the same face, one with tiny scars all over the body, and the other with a big hole in the chest.

"Mr. Hilbert used his life to block the return of the mysterious man, and then gave himself a second chance in the battle with the ancient evil god."

Astoria seemed to hear a sob from the distant crowd, but the sound seemed to be getting further and further away from her.

"Plop"!

The girl knelt on the ground weakly, and the clean white shirt was stained with muddy water.

Tears streamed down her eyes, and she remembered everything.

"I killed him."

The girl knelt on the ground and raised her hands in murmuring.

The ring on the **** of the right hand was still shining, and although the sapphire above was stained with a little muddy water, it still glowed blue in the sun.

The first encounter at Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley, the coming forward on the train, the pain in the back room, the dark clouds on the Quidditch pitch...

Also, the kiss by the black lake.

"you liar"!

Astoria cried and cried in her heart.

Memories that didn't belong to him reverberated in his mind - he took out his heart and crushed it, but the boy just struggled and gave himself a hug with a smile.

"I will announce Mr. Hilbert's last words below."

Dumbledore gently opened a piece of paper and began to read.

"Ah, my dear classmates and friends, you should be at my funeral when you hear this."

Dumbledore softly read the words written on the paper, the sobs in the crowd could no longer be suppressed, and many students who were usually helped by Zhang Qi all burst into tears.

"It is estimated that my death phase should not be very good-looking, but it doesn't matter. According to Headmaster Dumbledore, death is just the beginning of the next great adventure."

At this moment, the girl was still helplessly looking at the ring on the **** of her right hand. Tears flowed in large drops, falling on the ground like rolling balls.

"Ah, but classmates, people always have to get used to thinking. After all, Ms. Ravenclaw said that wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

There seemed to be a smile on Dumbledore's face as he read Zhang Qi's suicide note.

"If you don't believe me, look back"?

Dumbledore finished reading Zhang Qi's "suicide note" with a smile, and then blinked.

Everyone turned their heads and looked back suspiciously.

"Don't cry, it's not good if your face is crying~www.mtlnovel.com~ Girls should face everything happily."

A warm hand gently caressed Astoria's neck, the familiar words came from behind, and the girl raised her head blankly.

The warm smiling face with a smile was beside him. The boy who looked exactly like the two corpses on the platform was looking at him with a smile, and gently wiped the tears from her face with his thumb.

"Who said I only have a spare body"?

Zhang Qi winked at the girl gently, and cupped her face in his hands.

The two stared at each other blankly, and then stood up gently.

"Snapped"!

With a crisp sound, Zhang Qi's face slanted to the right, and a red slap print appeared on his handsome face.

Before Zhang Qi recovered from the shock, Astoria, who slapped him with all her strength, rushed over, grabbed his collar fiercely, and kissed him.

The exclamations and clamors of people were getting farther and farther away from the two. They hugged each other gently, feeling the happiness of the rest of their lives, and hoped that time could stop at this moment forever.

(The school year of the Goblet of Fire is over, and this book has officially entered the most exciting ending stage)

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