The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 488

"I think I don't quite understand what you mean, Director Picquili. If you want to slander me, please find some more plausible reasons."

Zhang Qi spread out his hands, showing an innocent expression.

"Yes, Ms. Picqueli, although I am old and confused, but I am not stupid now. No matter how you look at this child, it is impossible for this child to be a descendant of Grindelwald. He is Asian."

Dumbledore also looked helpless. In his opinion, the director of the Edenian Magic Congress should have obtained some rumors of Zhang Qi's blood from nowhere, and was going to use this extremely shameful way to obtain his blood.

"Oh? As for whether I am slandering, I think Mr. Hilbert should know better than me."

Piquelli smiled and waved, and a burly masked Auror behind him immediately handed over a piece of parchment.

"Your mother was born in Shenzhou, where your grandmother Vida smuggled there more than 40 years ago, and returned to France when your mother was approaching adulthood."

Picquiri looked at some words recorded on the paper, and asked Zhang Qi loudly:

"I think what I said is correct, Mr. Hilbert"?

"It's very clear, but is this a violation of my personal privacy?"

Zhang Qi had a bad premonition in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he even had time to sneer.

"Your mother called your grandfather a **** when she was in school, got drunk the night before her duel with the enemy, had something wrong with your grandmother, and died the next day in in a duel."

"Your investigation is very clear, but I want to protest here, Director Picquili, you have violated the personal privacy of myself and my mother, and I will submit a formal protest document soon."

Zhang Qi took it out in his pocket indifferently, took out a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, while ignoring the fact that the masked Aurors raised their wands vigilantly because of his actions.

"Hearing this, Headmaster Dumbledore, haven't you compared the case of his maternal grandfather with Mr. Grindelwald? If you do, then you will surely find that all of this is in line with the trajectory of Grindelwald's life. Completely match".

"Moreover, the ability of the prophets of Delphi is first inherited according to blood, and only after the family is completely extinct will the translator who remains of the gods choose a new host. Mr. Grindelwald is still imprisoned in the high tower of Austria. On top of that, he's still alive and well."

After seeing Dumbledore's contemplative expression, Picquely suddenly changed his face slightly, and there was a hint of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

"You are really a shameful slander"!

Professor McGonagall, who had been listening for a long time, finally couldn't bear it any longer. The 60-year-old cat girl stood up and shouted at the Ministry of Magic officials present:

"If you still can't find a better reason for slander, then please get out of here"!

"Please don't be so excited, Professor McGonagall, I think we can verify this problem in a more convenient way."

Fudge wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and took out a small bottle from his arms.

"This is a blood sample obtained from Nurmengard by the International Conference of Wizards after receiving a report from the Edenian Magic Congress. We only need to perform a little magic to prove Mr. Hilbert. Are you related to Grindelwald?"

"Yes, the blood collection process is in charge of the Edenian Auror Operations Department. Minister Fudge and several officials from the joint conference participated in the whole process of supervision, and the process is absolutely fair."

Piquelli nodded, then continued:

"By the way, today is the day when the Edenian Magic Congress and China are in the Nurmengard prison for a change of defense."

"So you came all the way, just to give this child a blood test"?

Professor Flitwick questioned in that thin voice.

"This is so absurd, I can't accept it"!

Professor Sprout also showed a look of disgust. She had long been unhappy at seeing these Aurors who frightened her students.

"Oh, it's really an eye-opener, how the Ministry of Magic would have dispatched almost all the Aurors for such a child."

Snape snorted coldly and continued in a calm and icy voice:

"I think if Mr. Hilbert has a blood test, then you can get his blood openly, and the test results at that time will not be so important."

"Yes! It's not that we cannot accept blood tests, but we require that the blood after the test be processed on the spot and must not be taken out of the auditorium"!

Professor McGonagall also spoke to the officials of the Ministry of Magic as if awake from a dream.

In this way, there is no risk of Zhang Qi's blood leaking, and he can slap the faces of the officials of the Ministry of Magic. This is the best result.

"Yes, Mr. Hilbert is a good man, you are slandering him"!

"After the blood test, we must have a statement"!

The Slytherin area was the first to protest, and then chaotic voices swept the entire school.

Zhang Qi's help to ordinary classmates over the years is obvious to all. Although many people are jealous of his talent and strength, this does not mean that these people have no conscience!

"Minister Fudge, the students are in a bad mood, should we continue to force him to test?"

Scrimgeour looked at the scene that was almost out of control, and asked the Minister uncertainly.

I absolutely cannot order the Aurors under my command to attack the students. The wizarding society is a small society. Almost all wizards know each other. In this kind of acquaintance society, you must not do anything to offend others!

"I also suddenly felt that Picqueri seemed unreliable, otherwise, let's forget it first"?

At this moment, Fudge also began to doubt the authenticity of the information provided by the Magical Congress of Edenia, among which Zhang Qi's Asian face played a key role.

No one can associate a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian image with that arrogant generation of Dark Lord!

"Come on, boy, I'm sorry, you may need an extra cut on your arm, but this group of bureaucrats from the Ministry of Magic must give an explanation after the test"!

Professor McGonagall walked over angrily and gently pulled Zhang Qi's hand.

But it didn't pull.

"What's wrong child"?

Professor McGonagall froze there.

"I'm glad everyone still trusts me so much, really, I'm actually very touched."

Zhang Qi gently shook off Professor McGonagall's arm, and then took two steps forward.

"Go for a blood test, Mr. Hilbert! Smash the faces of these idiots"!

On the long table in Gryffindor, the twins were waving their arms excitedly. They liked to see these sanctimonious officials of the Ministry of Magic make a fool of themselves.

"Yeah, yeah! I can't wait to see their twisted expressions!"

The long tables of several other colleges also fell into a boil.

"I'm really touched by everyone's support."

Zhang Qi looked at the boiling crowd, smiled and raised his hand gently.

After everyone's voices died down, Zhang Qi spread out his hands and said to everyone:

"Unfortunately, what Ms. Picqueli said was correct. Grindelwald was indeed my maternal grandfather."

The moment he said this, the auditorium, which was still whispering, suddenly became silent. The professor and the students widened their eyes together, opened their mouths in surprise, and stared at Zhang Qi, who was standing alone in the middle of the auditorium.

"What? You look surprised? I remember I asked every friend I had a close relationship with."

"Do you think the descendants of the Dark Lord should bear the sins of their ancestors"?

Zhang Qi softly read out the famous quote that he always asks every time he gets along with others, and the entire auditorium fell into a dead silence. Everyone who was in contact with Zhang Qi recalled the scene at that time.

"Child, you're joking, right?"

Professor McGonagall stood there and asked very eagerly.

"I'm not kidding, Professor McGonagall, my grandfather drank too much before a duel and died in that duel, in a sense Grindelwald was really in that duel. died".

Zhang Qi sighed slightly, then put his hands on his back.

"Aurors, please step forward to disarm Mr. Hilbert's wand and **** it back to the Ministry of Magic."

Piquelli said excitedly to the Aurors behind him that this scene reminded her of the scene when her grandmother arrested Grindelwald disguised as Graves in the subway tunnel.

"However, I would like to know what charges you will use to arrest me? Grindelwald's own grandson"?

Zhang Qi spread out his hands and asked in a calm but sarcastic voice:

"When is it a sin to be born? Do you have to send me to Nurmengard just because I have a kinship with a generation of Dark Lords?"

"Aurors, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com execute my orders."

Piquelli ignored Zhang Qi's sarcasm, but ordered his subordinates to control him immediately.

"Ah, classmate, it seems that there is no difference between the current Ministry of Magic and Voldemort's Death Eaters."

Zhang Qi shook his head a little regretfully.

"Aurors from England, most of you are acquainted with my mother, and you used to take care of me when I was young."

"I give you time to think about whether you want to work for this idiot minister. After the thinking is over, you can still choose to come and fight with me, but I will no longer guarantee your safety."

Zhang Qi saw the struggling expressions on the faces of the British Aurors, so he continued:

"The order is his, and the life is your own. Think about your wives, children and parents. With the current pension system of the British Ministry of Magic, the pensions you provide when you die are not even enough for your children at Hogwarts. graduate".

"This is your last chance to live."

Zhang Qi glanced at the Aurors who were obviously suspicious, and gently opened his golden eyes.

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