Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

[Magic Essence Compound Elixir (100% completed)] + Any Wizard Bloodline Essence Research (0% completed)] + Any High-level Magical Creature Creation Theory (100% completed)] + Fairy Essence Extraction (0% completed)] [Mythical Alchemy God Body]

Feel the information that appears in your mind.

Especially that last, the synthesis formula last, that golden red noble word.

If it weren't for the long-term calm kung fu, plus Flitwick and Quirrell in front of him, oh no, and our senior Tom Riddle....

Romon is really afraid that he will be able to tune to the table on the spot and have a crazy tap dance.

"This, are these all I can pick from?"

Professor Flitwick stared blankly at the golden text in front of him, the list that had gathered together.

In addition to the name, this is a simple introduction.

Even many things, so that Professor Flitwick, who was a professor of Hogwarts' contact with Charms class, looked dazed, and he couldn't understand what it was.

"According to your request Professor Flitwick, these are all about the improvement of spells, and the success I have studied over the years can greatly shorten the magic loop released by the spell, and some can reduce the process of chanting spells. "

"Others can simplify the spell without reducing the release power of the spell..."

In other words, if you master all these things, and use this new set of magic theories to improve the spells you already have mastered. "

"Even if you don't need me to teach them one by one, to teach you the abilities in the Charms Realm, it is only a matter of time before the vast majority of the spells in the wizarding world today can complete the transformation of wandless casting. "

Now, let alone Professor Flitwick.

Even Voldemort, who was hidden in Professor Quirrell's body, couldn't help but quietly watch again.

If all of what Romon said is true, then the list in front of the two (three) at this moment is a terrifying endless treasure that can change the pattern of the wizarding world.

Professor Flitwick looked at this dense and dense, there were nearly a hundred magic theories that did not know what the specific effect was, and for a while he fell into a huge entanglement.

"17w Demon King Points, according to the standards here, the professor can pick about three or four magic theories to take away. "

"Of course, my suggestion is that you can actually choose a cheaper disposable memory scroll, after all, if I'm not mistaken, you don't have an heir or family..."

When Romon said this, he paused slightly, looking at Professor Flitwick, who shook his head with a determined expression. 523

Suddenly, he thought of something, and looked at this short, but mighty and giant-like professor with admiration.

"No, Romon, I don't need those memory scrolls, I need these theoretical knowledge that can be taught to others, and one more thing... I am not alone, and there are as many as five thousand young wizards in the entire British wizarding community who have received my training. "

"You're one of them, and I'm not without family. "

Romon: "..."

If Romon can unceremoniously mock the stupidity and hypocrisy of the other party in front of Dumbledore, who is known as the greatest wizard of this century.

At this moment, looking at Professor Flitwick, who had vouched for himself and entered the forbidden book area to study.

In this brief moment, Romon actually felt a sense of shame that he had no place.

He used his family's inheritance as a bargaining chip to exchange precious magic theories from Romon and bring it back for research and study, but it was not to solve the unstable factors such as Voldemort and Romon like Dumbledore.

His goal was very simple, to study more meaningful spells and then, to teach them to his students.

This is a true, magic- and wise-minded, Ravenclaw evangelist.

Looking at Professor Flitwick, who hesitantly picked out the theory in the list, Romon pondered for a moment and waved his hand casually.

The next moment, a stack of thick books suddenly erupted from the void shadows.

Falling in front of Professor Flitwick, it was neatly stacked for two or three meters.

Looking at the different color packages on these books, Professor Lodge on the side instantly understood that the books here had at least five sets of things on the list.

"Professor Flitwick, to be honest, you are truly a very great professor, and it is an honor for Ravenclaw to have a Dean like you. "

Looking at the books in front of him, he heard Romon's sincere recognition and praise.

Professor Flitwick's nose was also slightly sour, and his eyes were slightly red.

There is no doubt that at this moment, no matter how vicious Romon is in the eyes of outsiders, or is regarded as such a tumor in the wizarding world, such a sincere recognition has made Professor Flitwick understand the essence of the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

"Romon Goldstein Kowalski, Ravenclaw is also proud of you, you are my best student. "

Professor Flitwick, who was carrying a small box and walking towards the outside of the palace, paused when he reached the door.

"Romon, don't bother with talent. "

"God doesn't let both talent and wisdom come to a person at the same time, and if it does, then surely He (Baaj) needs to commission that person to bring some precious gifts to the world." "

Looking at the departing Flitwick, Romon took a deep breath and suddenly sighed.

"Why is such a great wizard not the greatest white wizard of this century, but Dumbledore?"

"Because Dumbledore is strong enough..."

A sad voice came from Professor Quirrell behind him.

When Romon turned around, he saw this guy, and he didn't know when, he took off the turban on his head.

Looking at the ugly face like a catfish on the back of the other party's head, the corner of Luo Meng's mouth twitched.

"Senior Tom, although I agree with your point of view, but... If I burst into laughter in the following conversation, please believe that I just suddenly thought of something happy, and definitely not mocking your honor. "

"Hahahaha! It's so funny! Hahahaha"

Voldemort: "..."

Take a deep breath and don't let your already weak self be angry with this damn bastard in front of you.

After a short silence, Voldemort finally spoke slowly.

Stated the purpose of finding Romon today.

"Romon, you and I are both demon kings, I think we can..."

"Interrupt!"

As soon as Voldemort said two words, Romon suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the other party.

Holding back a smile on a face, opening his mouth is a mockery that does not give face.

"Don't put gold on your face anymore, Demon King, I am the Demon King, Grindelwald is the Demon King, and you can also be called the Demon King with this ghost now?"

"Senior Tom, sometimes I really doubt that your vision and IQ make you feel that you are the second generation of the Dark Lord and deserve it?"

Voldemort's ugly face narrowed his eyes in anger, and his already narrow and long, flatfish-like face became even more funny.

Luo Meng turned his head and covered his mouth: "Poofhahahahaha..."

Voldemort: "..."

Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, was nervous, afraid that his weak master would not be able to tell the difference between the big and the small, and at this time, he controlled his body and had a head-to-head duel with the Silver Demon King.

At that time, even if he wants to rebel against the water temporarily, he will kneel on the ground and face Luo Meng with his back.

"The second generation of the Dark Lord, hehe... It's funny. "

"The Dark Lord Grindelwald's influence stretched across Europa and the Americas, and even in Asia. "

"And what about our great Senior Tom Riddle, Hogwarts, British Ministry of Magic, Azkaban? "

Romon's exaggerated expression, combined with the merciless sarcasm, made the killing intent in Voldemort's eyes more and more intense.

However, the result of this demeanor is.

Luo Meng turned his head and covered his mouth: "Poofhahahaha..."

Romon Kowalsky, I'm not here today to enjoy the same treatment as Dumbledore. "

Voldemort was inept and furious.

Romon also tried his best to bring back his laughter, but...

"Hahahaha, there is a point, Senior Tom, don't you really think about entering the Muggle film and television industry?

"Enough !!"

Looking at Voldemort, who had no humor cell, Romon smashed his mouth and silently retracted his laughter.

I don't know when, Elizabeth, who had quietly appeared here, waved her hand, and the latter silently retreated after sweeping a vicious glance at Voldemort.

"Okay, the lively joke is over, so what is the matter with Senior Tom looking for my junior?"

"If you want to say anything about joining forces against Dumbledore, then I can only apologize for asking you to leave." "

"After all, Headmaster Dumbledore is my godfather's friend, my guiding light at Hogwarts, Merlin's guide to my magical path..."

Looking at Luo Meng, who was holding a cup of black tea and said such shameless words of praise with a disdainful face.

Voldemort could only swallow this idea silently.

"I hope you can help me get the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore. "

Romon pouted.

"And then our senior Tom, what can you give?"

"What do you want?"

Romon smiled slightly: "Be my dog?"

Voldemort: "???"

"Romon Kowalsky, I'm talking to you about business, Dumbledore must have set eyes on you during this time, and you will definitely not feel good being targeted by this old thing!"

"Help me restore my heyday, and when I finish dominating the entire British wizarding world, I can turn around and help you rule the American wizarding world..."

However, this time, Romon didn't even mean to bargain with the other party.

The look of mockery even appeared on his face again.

"Tom Riddle, it looks like Horcrux manufacturing has ruined your brain. "

Voldemort's pupils shrank in disbelief, Romon even knew about it.

However, Luo Meng did not care about the other party's thoughts at all, and slowly got up.

Hehe, this kind of kid fights over who wants to be a dad, I'm sorry, I'm not the slightest interest, it's not difficult for me to help you return to your heyday. "

"But, Tom, you have to understand what chips you can give, and if you give, you will be rewarded, right?"

"It's like our Professor Quirrell, he gave his body for you to drive, and you always need to give him something he wants, don't you?"

Professor Quirrell's face tightened.

However, Romon no longer has any interest in chatting with this gutter stinky rat. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

With a wave of his hand, there is no specific reaction.

The next moment, Voldemort was stunned to find that he had appeared outside the gate of the palace.

"Oh, Shett, master, you must hide, this place will be discovered by Dumbledore..."

Voldemort, who was still about to scold Romon for two sentences, heard this, and instantly chose to close his mouth.

Looking at Quirrell who stumbled away outside the window, the corners of Romon's mouth curved slightly.

Raise a hand.

The next moment, there was an uproar.

A strange gray-green energy flame appeared in his hand.

"Hehe, Senior Tom, you did remind me, how did I forget such an interesting little toy as a Horcrux?"

Following.

Among the Hogwarts restaurants.

With Romon, the Silver Lord, joining Hogwarts, the house-elves clearly felt the obvious increase in workload at breakfast.

In the past, there were basically at least a quarter of the little wizards who missed breakfast because they were in bed or for some other reason.

However, with the addition of the [Book of Wizards] made by Romon, Hogwarts no longer has a bedridden little wizard.

"Neville was given the task of cultivating low-level potions for the Silver Demon King, and fortunately Professor Sprout can teach these things, and she said that Neville is very talented in this area. "

"As for me, I received the mission to enter the Forbidden Forest to collect green-eyed mushrooms, don't laugh, Harry, there is nothing wrong with my spell..."

At the Gryffindor table, Seamo Finigan said his plans for today.

When everyone heard that he was about to enter the perimeter of the Forbidden Forest, they all let out a burst of chuckles.

Seamus is now a Gryffindor, even a Hogwarts celebrity.

For nothing else.

Just if others can still complete some simple [Silver Demon King Bounty Quests] by casting spells such as levitation charms.

Then he really can't do anything at all.

All the spells, when they reached his hand, would become uncontrollably violent and then explode.

"Seamus, the Forbidden Forest is a very dangerous place, I advise you not to enter it easily. "

Harry kindly reminded, and Ron, who was sitting on the side, who was completely isolated, wanted to say something, but no one paid attention to him at all.

This time, because of Ron's previous rash behavior in the Romon lecture hall.

Even his two twin brothers have been a lot more honest, and the mischief has died down recently.

Just when he gritted his teeth and was ready to apologize to Harry and end it all.

Suddenly, a low cry came.

"It's Professor Romon! Professor Romon actually came here for breakfast. "

"Silver Lord, my God, he, he's coming towards me, woo-woo. "

"Your Majesty the Silver Demon King..."

Romon smiled and walked into the dining room, facing the little wizards around him who were slightly restrained, but his eyes were full of adoration, smiled and nodded, and sat in his place as a teacher.

Soon, a famous house-elf placed plates of hearty meals on his table.

Watching Romon quietly eat breakfast, even though someone wanted to step forward and say hello.

In the end, it was also under pressure to temporarily stop this offensive move.

On the seat of Slytherin.

"Pansy, what are you doing?"

Smelling bursts of fragrance coming from his side, Draco turned his head and saw Pansy Parkinson, who was holding a teapot and a carefully wrapped packet of tea leaves, and had not eaten breakfast.

"There's no doubt I'm taking my chances. "

"Professor Luo Meng, I heard that you like oriental green tea, and my mother taught me to make tea, I wonder if you are interested in tasting it?"

Romon raised his eyebrows, smiled faintly, and pointed to the table in front of him.

Suddenly, Pansy Parkinson, who was originally apprehensive and forced to be calm, couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy, and hurriedly poured tea for Romon carefully.

"She's not like a good girl..."

Wednesday's voice echoed in his ears, and Romon smiled lightly.

"Of course, she is very similar to her mother, and green tea is also very good..."