The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 337 The Saint and the Phantom Thief?

"Astoria? Astoria, where have you gone again?"

Just when several people were at a loss, several people who had just entered the church unexpectedly walked out of the door. The leader was Zhang Qi.

"Damn, what happened to her"?

Zhang Qi saw a person lying on the ground at a glance, and the person's pure white hair made him realize the seriousness of the matter on the spot.

"Miss Greengrass just fainted after creating a hurricane, and a particularly weird rune can now be seen on her chest"!

Anna said without any nonsense.

"Step aside"!

Zhang Qi pulled the student standing next to him until he almost flew out, then squatted next to the unconscious Astoria and unbuttoned a button on her collar.

Looking at the crimson rune, Zhang Qi's pupils suddenly tightened with anxiety.

"how's it going"?

Dumbledore asked anxiously from the side.

"Father Anderson, Professor Varsky, take these students away."

Zhang Qi raised his head and ordered without hesitation.

"it is good".

Anderson nodded. He didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and began to direct the students of Ifamoni to leave the square quickly.

Varsky was at a loss at first, but with Dumbledore's help, he also began to help evacuate his students.

Soon, all the students from North America were kicked out of the square. Only Dumbledore, Zhang Qi, and Astoria, who fell to the ground in a coma, were left in the huge square.

"Dumbledore, do me a favor. I'm going to bleed her. You just need to keep the blood from coming into contact with the ground."

Zhang Qi picked up his wand with a solemn expression and gently pressed the tip against the girl's wrist.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Dumbledore replied without thinking.

"It's now"!

The tip of Zhang Qi's wand began to gather magic power, and a spell similar to Shen Feng Wu Ying cut open the girl's soft but very tough skin, and cut open the arteries and blood vessels underneath.

The blood immediately flowed out. Although it was said that it was not spraying like a few major arteries, it also flowed very quickly.

Dumbledore carefully used magic to control the blood so that it formed a gradually larger blood ball in the air instead of falling to the ground.

"about there".

After putting in about 400 ml, Zhang Qi started to use the wand to repair the wound on the girl's arm again, and then took out two bottles of physiological saline from the small suitcase he carried with him.

"Father Anderson, please come over and help lift the bottle!"

After Zhang Qi inserted the needle accurately, he waved to Father Anderson who was rushing over.

"Is Miss Greengrass feeling better?"

Anderson ran over panting, and then raised the two bottles of saline.

"The condition is not very good, but it should not be life-threatening now."

Zhang Qi looked at the cross icon wrapped by an iron chain. The flashing red on the iron chain had dimmed a lot, and it seemed that it was not flashing so fast.

“What exactly is this tattoo?”

Anderson looked at the weird red light and felt a little numb.

"Father Anderson, don't ask more questions than you should."

Dumbledore said softly.

"Okay, wait for me. The Vatican has its own clinic where we can find beds and IV poles."

Gu JuRealizing that he was a little reckless, Anderson immediately changed the topic, and then several people quickly walked towards the clinic not far away.

………………

"Ah, this place again"?

Astoria vaguely felt that she seemed to be lying on the same bed. This scene had become commonplace in her meetings with Xia Mi.

"Hello, kid".

To her surprise, the voice she heard in her ears did not come from the naughty girl, but from a very steady but still very young female voice.

"Who are you?"

Astoria quickly got up from the bed and looked at the young woman wearing a nun's uniform and sitting in front of her with a smile on her face.

This young woman looked to be in her early 20s, wearing a white nun's uniform, with braided silver-white hair and eyes as blue as the sea. Astoria even felt the color of her eyes towards her. A little jealous, because those eyes are so beautiful.

"I am a saint, and what you see in the square is my statue."

The saint blinked and then handed over a small piece of cake.

"I made it myself, do you want some?"

"Uh"……

Astoria looked at the burnt cake that was thrust into her hand, and her head was full of questions.

How dare you get into the kitchen with this kind of cooking skills?

Astoria questioned internally.

"No, no, I'm not hungry yet."

Astoria gently placed the cake on the table next to her. The completely burnt bottom of the cake rubbed against the table, making a squeaking sound.

"Sorry, I can do everything except cooking, and the person who often cooked for me is long gone"...

The white-haired saint scratched her head apologetically, then sat down next to Astoria.

"Are you the saint? But the bottom of the statue says you are dead."

Astoria asked a little uneasily.

"Human will can always be spread in the world forever through some means, and your behavior of throwing your life for strangers also impressed me, so I will take the risk of offending an unknown existence and send you to the world." Saved.”

The saint said softly, her eyes full of admiration.

"But why did you bring me to this place"?

Astoria looked at the white surroundings with confusion, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Two things, one is to point out the future path for you, and the other is to tell you some secret recipes that have been lost long ago."

"Child, you may have realized that something is wrong with the world a long time ago, but if you want to change the world, you will definitely become no longer innocent. Are you ready to face a cruel fate now?"

The Saint looked closely into Astoria's eyes and asked a little apologetically.

"Of course, and I think my previous fate was even more cruel."

Astoria sighed softly.

"Then please promise me, don't be naive and think that some chivalrous things you have done can change a completely rotten world. What you have done is really not worth mentioning in front of those disgusting nobles. On the contrary, I would lose my life for something like that!”

When the saint said this, her expression was slightly dazed, as if she was recalling her past.

"He tried his best to save me, but I still didn't understand his intentions"...

A drop of clear tears slowly flowed from the corner of the saint's eyes, and the tears were full of unwillingness and regret.