The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 395 Practical Telephone Line

"So, this is why you almost strangled the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts"?

Dumbledore asked expressionlessly while sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

"Oh, they are all children after all, and it is normal to have some anger."

Xu Lin shrugged her shoulders, seemingly not wanting to blame her son.

"Professor Moody, please go back first. I will come up with a convincing result for you."

Dumbledore waved his hand very tiredly.

"Okay, Dumbledore."

Moody glared at Shen Jian again, then turned around and opened the door and walked out.

"He's not Moody."

Zhang Qi said softly.

"I know it too, so I have asked Father Anderson and Mr. Kel'Thuzad to keep an eye on him. Even if Voldemort comes back, I must act cautiously in front of them."

Dumbledore sighed and handed over another Ferrero Rocher.

"Who do you think he is? And what is the purpose of coming here?"

Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"He smells of blood, Mr. Dumbledore. He has killed people, and he must have killed people in an extremely disgusting way, otherwise his temperament would not be so disgusting."

Shen Jian was the first to say.

"I know, I will investigate among the recent wandering dark wizards."

Dumbledore nodded.

………………

Let's go back an hour and a half.

"Since you want to fight so much, then as a junior, I have to accompany you."

Shen Jian stretched out the phone cord in his hand and found that it was quite strong, so he nodded with relief.

"Hmph, you are so sentimental."

Moody watched the young man wearing a slim black jacket stand in front of him, and then pulled out his wand.

"Fainted"!

A red beam of light burst out from the tip of the wand and flew past at an extremely fast speed.

"Old man, as you get older, your reactions will be slower."

Shen Jian turned to the right to avoid the beam of light, and then suddenly leaned forward, closing the distance between the two.

"Quick confinement"!

A rope suddenly spurted out from the tip of the wand, and then tightly tied Shen Jian's arms to both sides of his body.

"you lose"!

Moody thought he had a chance to win and took a deep breath. Who knows why this child is so agile!

"Who said that"?

Shen Jian exerted a little force, and with a clicking sound, the rope tied to his body was torn into two pieces!

"what"?

Moody looked at the rope that was torn into two pieces and looked like he had seen a ghost.

But Shen Jian didn't give him any time to think or fight back. He directly clenched his fist with his left hand and hit Moody hard on the sternum, a finger down from the xiphoid process!

"boom"!

With a sickening sound of fists hitting flesh, Moody's body suddenly bowed into a shape like a prawn due to pain.

Shen Jian had just punched him in the pit of the heart. When the solar plexus located inside the abdominal cavity was struck by force, it would cause severe abdominal pain.

Gu QiThis kind of pain can even lock your breathing and take away your strength to stand, causing people to collapse to the ground or even faint. In severe cases, it can even lead to death.

Shen Jian, who had originally planned to practice a set of capturing fists with this arrogant old Auror, shook his head in disappointment, and then took advantage of the fact that the other party lost the ability to move due to pain and went around Moody's back.

"Swipe pull"!

Shen Jian raised his right hand and wrapped the phone cord around the old man's neck twice from left to right. Then he grabbed the short sticks wrapped at both ends of the phone cord and pulled the phone cord hard towards both ends with both hands.

The rope loop tightened immediately, and the telephone cord, which was strong enough to bear a person's weight, was severely strangled into Moody's neck.

Little Barty suddenly felt that he could no longer breathe, and large black patches began to appear in front of his eyes. The magic power in his body seemed to be unable to perform magic normally because of the lack of blood circulation.

"It's almost done, brother, don't strangle me."

Shen Meng stood up at this time and waved to his brother.

"Well, I think it's about the same."

Shen Jian let go of the phone cord wrapped around Moody's neck. Little Barty, disguised as Moody, immediately fell to the ground and started coughing.

"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Moody, I am the student with the best academic performance in the Chinese Auror School. Generally, no one in the platoon can get close to me."

Shen Jian shrugged his shoulders and said to Moody, who was still kneeling on the ground coughing due to edema of his laryngeal mucosa.

"Your courses are very practical, but these spells are absolutely forbidden. I really can't understand the imagination of the British Minister of Magic."

Shen Jian snorted, then walked towards the back and returned to his seat.

"How does it feel"?

Zhang Qi handed over a Ferrero Rocher chocolate that Dumbledore had given him last time. Dumbledore hadn't talked to him in the past two days, so Zhang Qi's chocolates were naturally out of stock.

"When can this old man talk to me again? Astoria has already eaten up all my inventory."

Zhang Qi thought very boredly.

"He is very capable, but if he wants to engage in close combat with us, a 60-year-old man cannot do it."

Shen Jian grabbed the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, then rolled his eyes.

"However, if you really want to find an opponent to practice with, I suggest you find two other Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. Their power is beyond your imagination."

Zhang Qi reminded him casually.

"Professor, are you okay?"

At this moment, a Ravenclaw student who was in class with Slytherin ran over and patted Moody's back with great concern.

"I'm fine, that's all for today's class."

Moody coughed twice at last and stood up despite the foreign body sensation in his throat.

"As for the two gentlemen below who just laughed at me, follow me to the principal's office."

"Well, if you can't beat me, why don't you bring me to the principal?"

Shen Jian asked helplessly.

"do not know".

Zhang Qi also shrugged his shoulders.

………………

"The content of the competition we are discussing now has preliminary plans. At the banquet tonight, each delegation will submit its own ideas."

Dumbledore said, banging on the table.

"But this has nothing to do with me. I don't really want to participate in this game."

After everyone else left, only Zhang Qi and Dumbledore were left in the principal's office.

"I'm not sure whether Voldemort wants to use other people's blood to resurrect, but I think the outstanding performance of you and Miss Greengrass should have attracted their attention. The use you stated to me before The future of Voldemort resurrected with Harry's blood may change."

Dumbledore said with a frown.