The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Let's stay away from those stray animals in the future. Generally, there will be fleas on your body. If you are infected, it will be more difficult to cure."

Zhang Qi briefly reminded Harry.

Zhang Qi doesn't expect Harry to really listen to his words now, as long as this reckless man can listen.

"Ah, okay."

Harry replied casually.

It could be seen that he didn't really care.

"If you don't listen to me, you will cry in the future"...

Zhang Qi pouted, thinking to himself.

Harry is a good boy - he is righteous, has a sense of justice, and will walk firmly towards his goals.

But it's not good at all.

This stuff is really reckless.

When the first grader faced the remnant of Voldemort, he rushed over.

When the second year faced the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber, he rushed over.

In the third grade, facing a mad murderer (at least at that time, Sirius hadn't cleared his grievances), he went straight ahead.

Forced to play in fourth grade and then confront Voldemort in the graveyard?

The fourth grade also passed by recklessly.

Not to mention grades 5, 6, and 7, Zhang Qi even seriously suspected that Harry didn't die in battle after battle because he had the aura of the protagonist.

You ask me why Harry doesn't move his head?

I'm sorry, Harry didn't have this stuff at all until the second half of the final battle.

And it was Old Deng who killed Voldemort in the end, Harry just completed Dumbledore's plan.

"I have almost made all the preparations here, I just hope not to cause trouble for me."

Zhang Qi clenched his fists. At this time, he was still worried about his own safety next year.

Since last Christmas until now, Zhang Qi has had no time to deal with those disgusting undead.

The Infernal corpse that I first encountered in the Salazar Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was considered a good one.

The most disgusting ones should be the hatred I met in the Western Suburbs Meat Union Factory, and the blood demon sealed in the esoteric monk's staff.

Are you still a psychic? No matter how you go, you can encounter these disgusting things...

"By the way, how is your uncle treating you now?"

Zhang Qi asked suddenly.

"Well, after you argued with him last time, my aunt and uncle have treated me a lot better. I now live in the same room with my cousin."

Harry thought for a while, then continued:

"But I want to ask, what did you talk about with my uncle at that time?"

"Ah, I didn't talk about anything, I just told you that it was wrong for your uncle to abuse children."

Zhang Qi said vaguely.

"Come on, I don't believe my uncle can listen to others reason with him"...

Harry muttered in apparent disbelief, but didn't ask any further questions.

Zhang Qi couldn't tell Harry that I was holding a gun at your uncle's head. If you dare to treat your nephew bad again, I will blow the heads of you and your wife with Magnum, then turn around and sell your son to South America to dig mines for a lifetime...

A harmonious society cannot do this.

The two walked and chatted, and soon they bought everything.

"See you at school."

Harry hugged Zhang Qi reluctantly.

"It's not a few days anyway, so you can live here well. The room fee is paid by the Ministry of Magic anyway."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders and said half-jokingly.

"Then see you in a few days."

Zhang Qi said goodbye to Harry, and then dragged the suitcase that he used to pack his books out of the door of the bar.

"Huh? Where did the dog go? It's obviously going to sleep here every afternoon at this time"...

After Zhang Qi left, Harry dug out the dog food he bought at the pet store from his luggage and planned to go out and feed the black dog as usual.

But this time, Harry didn't see the very smart **** dog on the doorstep.

"I guess I ran far away today, let's go play"?

Harry scratched his head, but he didn't take it seriously.

After all, this is a stray dog, who knows where he is having fun now.

"Lille, is the World Serpent in France now?"

Two blocks away, Zhang Qi used the satellite phone he carried with him to dial a number.

"Did you go to Africa with my mother? Then please coordinate with the airline. I want to charter a flight... The flight attendants on the plane are all replaced by ours, who have been with my mother the longest."

"Is it 8 p.m.? Okay."

Zhang Qi hung up the phone.

"Half a box of gold was smashed out"...

Zhang Qi muttered to himself.

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Let's go back to yesterday.

"Where am I"?

The unshaven, disheveled man slowly woke up.

He tried to lift his hands, but due to the effects of the medicine and the shackles, he couldn't.

"Don't work too hard, you can't earn it."

The woman sitting next to the table said lightly.

"Who are you? Why are you holding me?"

At this moment, that sloppy man finally realized that he had been caught~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and roared angrily.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Fugitive, since we will arrest you, we must have a reason to arrest you."

The woman continued unhurriedly:

"You are a fugitive from the bombings wanted by the United Kingdom. It's a pity that those rotten and incompetent London police have no ability to catch you. What's even more pity is that someone paid a lot of money to ask us to catch you."

"I didn't do that explosion"!

The man yelled angrily.

"Let's keep these words for my employer, oh right, 47, please let him be quiet. It's very late now, and it will disturb others."

The woman said softly.

"Bang"!

A burly man with a bald head immediately pulled out the silencer pistol in his arms, and slammed it down the back of the sloppy man's head with the grip.

The sloppy man who looked malnourished for a long time passed out on the spot.

"The information provided by the employer is very accurate, and the goal is indeed to be hungry for a long time, so I spent some money to set up a hot dog stand and wrote a charity slogan on it."

"After giving the homeless food for a few days, the target appeared soon. I put sleeping pills in his food according to the plan, and finally caught him without much effort."

The bald man continued expressionlessly:

"Then I brought people back."

"Well done, 47, the employer gave a lot of money this time, we should be able to rest for a while."

The young woman who looked twenty-six or seven years old nodded.

"Then according to the agreement between me and my employer, I will write a letter now, and I should be able to formally hand it over tomorrow."

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