Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

"Fate is such a magical thing, who would have thought that the son of that gentleman would not only be able to become a wizard, but also make such great achievements. "

Nick Flamel sighed, tread small broken steps, and led the two towards his studio.

"The influence that gentleman had on me was quite enormous, a Muggle who was so easygoing and kind, and had so much courage, to be honest, Dumbledore, his parents helped you a lot, well, including me..."

Listening to Nick Flamel's narration like a reminiscence, Elder Blatty, who was following Dumbledore, was more and more confused, frowned, looked at the complicated expression suspiciously, and entered the door after introducing the identity.

Just Dumbledore, who didn't say a word.

"Who is Master Nick Flamel talking about?"

"Who?"

Nick LeMay walked over to a pile of bottles and cans, heard Blatti's question, and then a funny smile appeared on his face.

It seems that this matter is an interesting thing that he, a long-lived person, has been unable to forget for a long time~.

"An ordinary, baking-shop Muggle. "

"Well, it's also a Muggle who married America's most prominent Dementor witch and pointed his wand at the Dark Lord Grindelwald. "

"Walter?!"

As if thinking of something possible, Blatty turned pale and looked at Dumbledore.

He had never talked about this beforehand, and even he had not known anything about it until now.

Dumbledore nodded with a complicated expression.

"Yes, Elder Brathi, the man the master said is now our Silver Demon King, Mr. Romon's father... That now American tycoon, Jacob Kowalski. "

However, this sentence suddenly thundered Blatti again.

When Romon challenged the entire British wizarding world before, when Romon's parents came from the American wizarding world, in this regard, as the Great Elder of the Goblin Clan, Bulati naturally asked people to investigate the couple specifically after deciding to deal with the Silver Demon King.

However, in their investigation, Jacob's affairs were more about the expanding business territory of the other party.

Things like Nick LeMay's "threatening the legendary Dark Lord Grindelwald with his wand", let alone investigate.

Listening to it at the moment, I feel that the world is going crazy.

"Just him, that fat Muggle with big heads?"

Nick Flamel smiled.

"So this goblin elder, taking people by their appearance is indeed a taboo in life, and Grindelwald, except for Dumbledore and a very few people, can do such behavior head-on. "

"Almost everyone has this guts. "

"To be honest, if it weren't for the courage of that gentleman to his wife, Paris would have been burned to a wasteland by Grindelwald..."

After hearing that Nick Flamel didn't see anyone for a long time, he talked endlessly.

And also involved Grindelwald many times, Dumbledore coughed.

"Master, what you said before, what is the specific effect of the researched things, can you determine it now?"

Hearing this, Nick Flamel finally stopped talking and nodded.

Then, under the gaze of the two, with difficulty, he carefully held out a small box with both hands.

When opened, a small bottle of light brown, like nail polish, appeared in front of the two.

"I'm sorry I really don't have our Silver Demon Mr. Silver King, and the doser takes a special name, a powerful compound decoction. "

Noticing Bulti, who was puzzled on the side, Dumbledore, who picked up the potion on the table, had a fiery look in his eyes.

"Originally, I asked Master Nick Flamel to study those magic potions released by Romon, but I didn't expect that I accidentally researched an improved version of the compound decoction. "

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"This potion can transform the user into the person who remembers it the most, and without the support of subsequent potions, the effect lasts for two years. "

Nick Flamel on the side laughed dryly and reached out to add.

"If the spell is not cast for two years, if the spell is used too often, then the effect of this potion can only last for half a year at most, or even less. "

However, Dumbledore was completely unworried about this.

With excitement and eagerness in his eyes, he looked out the window in a certain direction with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to pass through the clouds and see something above them.

"The person who wants to change doesn't need to use a spell..."

In this regard, Nick Flamel, who had already guessed what Dumbledore planned to do, smiled flatly, and if he had changed to the past, perhaps he would have cared or prevented it.

But now:

Look at a picture of a table on the table, in one corner of the workbench, being erected.

Nick LeMay only felt that the originally bland and boring life seemed to become interesting at this moment.

In the photo, it was no one else, and if Romon was present, he would have recognized it as his parents, as well as himself who was estimated to be no more than one or two years old at the time, and was being held in their arms.

Looking at the two words "appreciation" that almost almost turned to Romon, Nick Flamel was written on his face.

Brathi's original excitement at seeing the big man suddenly sank.

His eyes couldn't help but look towards Dumbledore on the side, but he found that the latter, who was holding the potion bottle in his hand at the moment, his lips trembled, and there was a strange emotion in his tearful eyes that made Bratty feel a chill.

Blatty, who was about to ask this guy, had to look at Nick Flamel, who was carefully operating something on the workbench.

"Master, you should be able to see that we are the enemies of the Silver Demon King, and the kind of enemies that are absolutely impossible to reconcile, since you admire him so much, why should you join us and fight against him?"

Nick Flamel moved.

As soon as he spoke, there was a clear gasp in that voice.

No, no, no, I didn't mean to go against him, if I had to say my purpose... I think it's a very interesting game. "

Looking at Blati with an incredible expression, Nick Flamel smiled.

With the playfulness of an old urchin in his eyes.

"As far as I know, this Mr. Silver Demon King, except for the accident that was obviously caused by the experimental accident back then, did not do anything harmful, not to mention anything else, he challenged the entire British wizarding world that day, but no one killed anyone, but it has spread in wizarding circles around the world. "

"You say he is a demon king, but in my opinion, he is an excellent young man with a clear pursuit and an unlimited future. "

"An alchemist and potions master who can now be called legendary... Elder Brathi, if you still have some inherent prejudice about that Muggle child. "

"I can almost see your fiasco. "

Suddenly, Bratty's face was gloomy to the extreme, and the original impression of Nick Flamel, the legendary alchemist, was instantly lowered to the lowest level.

Obviously, Nick Flamel don't look like he's helping them now.

Rather, they are using their power to obtain more information about Luo Meng, an excellent junior.

Engage in a showdown with each other in the field that you have never met.

"Professor Dumbledore, please don't make that disgusting expression on a bottle of potion again, tell me about your next plan!"

Brathi's tone was rather bad.

And Dumbledore, who came back to his senses, glanced at this dirty ugly dwarf coldly, and then snorted coldly.

"Of course, since Elder Burati is so impatient, then naturally I don't mind and start our plan immediately. "

Saying that, he nodded to Nick Leme, said hello, and walked outside.

Behind him, Nick Flamel's voice came.

"If that kid Romon makes any new magic potion, get me a bottle as soon as possible..."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and while walking out without looking back, he was reminded of the same sentence.

"Please study the magic potion, and please as soon as possible, we really need it." "

Watching Dumbledore and the two walk out of their residence, it was obvious that they were going to do something again.

Nick Flamel shook his head. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

Once again, his gaze looked at the picture on the table.

Mumbled in his mouth.

"Is the boundary between wizards and Muggles broken now, Romon Kowalski, an extraordinary Muggle like your father, and your achievements today are incomparable..."

The potion bottle in his hand shook gently.

A burst of medicinal fragrance came from it.

If Romon, or the other professors of Hogwarts, were here, they would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this potion was exactly the other day after Romon's Cup for a year.

One of the four options awarded to Gryffindor House allows Muggles to become a wizard's potion, [Devil's Heart of Magic].

But it was already in just a few days.

It was brought here by Dumbledore and the Goblins, and handed over to Nick LeMay for research.

Dumbledore, who had just returned to the Goblin City of Rippenbright, had just appeared in the office, and the goblin elder Bratty was the first to hold back.

"Hurry up and talk about your plan, we've been delayed long enough!"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and took out the bottle of [Improved Compound Potion] developed by Nick Flamel from his arms again.

"Elder Blatti, now that the Silver Demon King is becoming more and more difficult to deal with, his mastery of the British wizarding world has exceeded our expectations, so... Our stronger allies. "

Bratty was stunned: "Who?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said the name that had not been said for an unknown amount of time.

"Gellert Grindelwald..."

"Click!"

"Click!!"

“......."

A castle stands on a mountain surrounded by mountains in Austria covered in snow and wind.

The gloomy weather, coupled with the thick clouds overhead, and the sound of thunder from time to time, Dumbledore took a deep breath and exhaled a large cloud of heat.

Looking up at the huge tower that passed through the clouds, his eyes were full of complexity and excitement.

"Our people are ready, according to your requirements, at least 300 good hands who are proficient in the Soul Reaper Curse and Memory Modification..."

Bratti said with a smile, as if something interesting had come to mind.

Suddenly he laughed.

The ugly laughter, combined with the ugly goblin face of the other party, pulled Dumbledore back from the memory.

"You can never imagine, Professor Dumbledore, the Silver Lord guy will never imagine that his enemy will come out of this terrible tower because of his high profile. "

"That guy has recently been discussing with the ministries of magic about the establishment of the secret realms of the [Wizarding Canyon] in various countries, so much so that the Austrian Ministry of Magic, which is in charge of Newmongaard, has also focused on the Hogwarts side. "

"But I never imagined that there would be people who would think of saving the former Dark Lord Grindelwald..."

However, Dumbledore was no longer interested in listening to it.

Step straight forward.

"Since you are ready, then hurry up and act, and finally remind your people that we are secretly robbing the prison, taking people away, leaving substitutes, and then we will all evacuate." "

"Neither the scene nor the memories of these guarding wizards can leave the slightest trace of our appearance!"

The voice just fell, the next moment.

With a "boom".

Dumbledore, the most powerful, suddenly cast a phantom shift.

Immediately afterwards, around the Neumungad Wizard Prison, which was full of cold and terrifying aura, small figures in black robes also began to act.

"Imprell!"

A gloomy voice suddenly came from behind a wizard guard.

And the next moment, after the latter's eyes widened briefly, his body was for a while, as if something unknown had changed, and at this moment.

In front of him, one after another wizards of the goblin race walked towards the interior of Newmongard in front of him.

Along the way, the sounds of spells such as [Soul Reaper Curse] [Confusion Curse] and so on sounded frequently.

And Dumbledore, as the "greatest white wizard in the world", is now a wanted criminal in the British Ministry of Magic, not to mention whether the other party is still great or not.

But at least, the ability in terms of spells is definitely really very strong.

Along the way, under his powerful perception, even though Newmongard has a certain suppression and shielding of wizards, Dumbledore is still leading the elite wizards of the fairy race led by Brathi.

Quickly, the gods unknowingly attacked the top floor of Newmongard.

Due to the very tight alarm from a long distance above the sky, and Dumbledore's special familiarity with the internal situation of Newmongard, this is now the most stupid way to constantly attack from the first layer to the top.

On the contrary, for Dumbledore today.

Or the safest.

After all, if there is a mistake in rescuing Grindelwald, and then want to rescue it, I am afraid it is very impossible.

And finally, I don't know how long it took, as the air gradually became colder and colder, and there were fewer and fewer wizards imprisoned around, Dumbledore and they finally came to the top floor of Newmongard.

"Albus... And the goblins..."

Grindelwald ignored the two guards at the door, who were under control, but his eyes were the first to look at Dumbledore and the ugly goblins beside the latter.

Instinctively frowned.

As for why Dumbledore appeared here in such a way, and led the ugly goblin race by his side, as the Dark Lord Grindelwald, who had been in charge of an era, he instantly understood what it meant.

"Gail, I don't have time to explain, we have to get out of here as soon as possible..."

Dumbledore said, easily opening the cell door where the spell had been cast in front of him.

Immediately, behind them, a figure exactly like Grindelwald at this moment, skinny, with almost no difference in breath, stumbled into the cage.

Dumbledore stepped forward and grabbed Grindelwald's hand, which was slightly stunned.

With his eyes in his eyes, the elites of the fairy race around him hid their faces with deep affection.

"Gail, I'm here to save you!"

Although he was extremely tired mentally and physically along the way, when he regained his grip on the hand of his former lover, Dumbledore's whole person was obvious, and it radiated a strong, as if reborn.

And seeing the other party's reaction, Grindelwald's old face finally showed a little smile.

Looking around, the goblin wizards who were modifying their memories to the guards of Newmongard, although there was also shock in their eyes about the strength of the goblin.

But, more, in Grindelwald's eyes, there was more of a deep disgust.