Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

There are too many people here today.

This point was discovered by the Arthur Weasley family, and there are naturally many people like them.

Even Fudge, the Minister of Magic, frowned instantly after seeing this scene.

"What's going on, I obviously arranged someone to be on duty, my God, it's obvious that the entire Ministry of Magic is here!"

Amidst the soft reproach, the secretary also became uneasy.

He kept bowing and apologizing.

"Professor Dumbledore, nothing will happen, right? Now everyone's attention is on the Silver Lord..."

Dumbledore, who was sitting next to him, did not speak. However, there was a hint of uneasiness in his expression. Fortunately, he thought that he had already had such things taken out from Gringotts.

Dumbledore also relaxed a little.

"Mr. Minister, everyone is here. Today, all wizards with a certain level of strength in the entire British wizarding world have arrived. We just need to let the Aurors return to their respective posts as soon as possible after this is over."

Fudge nodded and said nothing more.

However, at this moment, he was in a place he didn't know.

A place in the corner of the scene, Professor Quirrell is hiding here with a very low presence, hardly attracting anyone's attention.

"Master, Gringotts, I saw the people of Gringotts, I heard that the Silver Demon King did not return their Norwegian spinyback, the current Gringotts is probably..."

Quirrell said quietly.

And Voldemort, who was hiding in his body, was equally excited to discover this at this moment.

Just when he was wondering if he should let Quirrell get out of here now and go to Gringotts to steal the Philosopher's Stone he needed.

"Boom" sound.

It was as if a gust of wind suddenly burst open the door on one side of the hall. Romon was wearing a four-star potion master's cloak, like a lion patrolling his territory.

Suddenly broke in.

The familiar look on his face when he was stared at, as if the other party's signature haughty expression when he was studying at Hogwarts, made all the Slytherins present feel their hearts tighten.

Walking to the podium, Romon looked around.

Suddenly, in the direction he looked in, all the wizards stood up nervously from their seats, bowing to him one by one to show respect.

Or they took off their hats obediently, and bowed to salute one after another.

The gentleman's etiquette has reached the extreme, just like the nobles of Europe in the last century, one by one managed their expressions and demeanor to the extreme.

It was as if a month ago, at Hogwarts, the people waving their wands at Romon in the gladiatorial arena, chanting curses crazily, and clamoring to kill him, had absolutely nothing to do with them at the scene now.

"Why does this way of appearing always make me feel extremely familiar?"

Ronald, who was sitting next to Hermione, murmured quietly.

Hermione, on the other hand, was already sitting upright, looking at Romon on the stage seriously. At such a young age, the obsession in her eyes had become quite intense.

No one paid any attention to Ronald, who couldn't help but pout, and then looked in Harry's direction.

"Poor Harry... What serious illness did Snape suffer from today? Could it be that he was destined by someone?"

At this moment, it was not far from their side, close to Slytherin's position.

Harry was like a quail, sitting shivering in his seat, looking nervous, like a criminal suspect at a court trial, with his chest raised and his head raised.

On his left was the headmaster of Slytherin, Snape Severus.

On the other side of him, Draco was staring at him strangely with a strange look.

"Does it make you feel uncomfortable sitting in our Slytherin area? Looking at your sitting posture, I don't know how many ants are biting your butt...

Harry didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, as soon as Draco finished speaking, a hand from behind hit him hard on the head.

"Draco, shut your mouth, take out your paper and pen, and you have to write down every word that Professor Romon said next, and don't waste such expensive opportunities and time in life on stupid On Potter..."

Harry Potter:

He always felt that Draco's father, Lucius, had a deeper meaning in his mockery of him.

Fortunately, at this time, Romon, who was standing on the podium, finally spoke slowly under the expectant eyes of everyone.

"A lot of familiar faces, some are getting older, and some are getting older, but the only thing that remains the same is your unchanging strength...Thirteen years, when I see you again Everyone."

"Do you know what else you would have let me see, except for your eyes that want to tear me into pieces?"

The scene was completely silent.

Draco has already rustled and quickly used the magic quill to record.

That serious look attracted a satisfied nod from Lucius in the seat behind him.

At least on this point, regardless of whether his son understands the profound knowledge of spells that Romon will introduce next, this attitude will definitely not let the face-loving Romon make things difficult for him.

On the stage, Romon's face slowly showed a strong look of contempt.

"Books, piles of dusty piles, wrapped in layers of cobwebs, full of rotten smell, and almost repeated to make people crazy rotten books."

"You all seem to be soaked in that strange-smelling patina!"

Lucius took a deep breath.

This damned sense of familiarity surged into his mind again, this extreme contempt, as if they were all a pile of useless garbage, was forcefully rolled back from his memory once again.

It's just that they and the entire Slytherin students were unconvinced more than ten years ago.

Then, they were lying on the ground, their eyes were occupied by Romon's shiny leather shoes, and they heard these words.

Now, they're already available here.

This change in posture made them not only not feel a trace of humiliation from Romon's disdainful abuse, but even at this moment, there was a kind of morbid satisfaction.

Jason Vincent, who was sitting next to Lucius, even leaned back with a relaxed expression.

Unlike Slytherin, who was ravaged by Romon in Hogwarts and was almost numb, the other colleges in Hogwarts, especially the wizards of Ravenclaw who have a belief in knowledge.

But he frowned.

"What does this mean? Romon said this... Is he mocking the great crystallization of wisdom?"

Professor Flitwick was puzzled, and the unhappiness flashed between his brows was seen by the surrounding Ravenclaw students.

However, no one dared to interrupt Romon at this time.

"Magic is free, and it is an art that cannot be restrained. Even if you use them to fight the bloodiest battle, what exists between the surge of magic power and the chanting of spells must be art..."

Unprecedented words, from Romon's mouth.

"However, how many years have passed since the creation of the Three Unforgivable Curses?"

"Those of you who were present could be scared to pee on the spot when you heard the name of the Dark Lord, but what did the Dark Lord do? Do they have any magical inventions worthy of recognition?"

"Is there any powerful exclusive black magic in Grindelwald?"

"Or did Tom Riddle create a dark magic powerful enough to destroy the entire wizarding world?"

At the scene, on the side of Slytherin who was originally relatively calm, the complexions of Lucius and the others changed instantly, and the bodies that had just relaxed suddenly tensed up.

Romon was able to say that person's name in public, with an almost undisguised contemptuous tone.

Moreover, not only the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort, but even the first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald has become what he calls a clown-like character.

Dumbledore's hand under the table clenched angrily.

As a good friend of Grindelwald, it would be false for Dumbledore not to be angry at this moment, even if Dumbledore is well-mannered, when someone points his nose and says that his friend is a deceitful piece of trash.

And Professor Quirrell, who was hiding in the corner at the moment, was so frightened that he shrank into a ball nervously.

Within him, Voldemort was silent.

This kind of silence represented the anger that wished to crush Romon on the stage to death with his own hands.

However, just when the little wizards were puzzled, they asked the adults around them in a low voice, who are Tom Riddle and Grindelwald? In the British wizarding world, Dumbledore and Voldemort wanted to kill Romon on the spot. when.

A series of names came out of Romon's mouth.

"Enzo Arvada, inventor of Arvada Kedavra.

"The invincible Andros, the god-invoking guardian created, made the masters and the dementors change the roles of hunter and prey."

"The ancient Greek black wizard Hypor, the creator of black magic, is a great existence. I really want to ask, among the wizards of Slytherin, how many people know his name?

"He's the world's first Parseltongue, not the Salazar Slytherin you're talking about."

"Why are these powerful wizards who invented truly terrifying spells forgotten by you, and each of you can only rely on the talent given by the so-called Merlin to master these black magics, but you can make you all look like you have met Satan? "

There was silence.

Romon scoffed again.

"For hundreds of years, the weapons of the Muggle world have changed from swords, guns and spears to today's strong ships and cannons. Even the Muggles you despise the most can already fly in the sky, and our great wizard Mr. Where are they?"

"They will still get old, sick and die."

"They still need to wave their wands when they're fighting."

"Even the Dark Lord who frightened you out of your wits can only be like a stutterer, chanting the killing curse that existed hundreds of years ago... Avada gnawed a big melon~"

Romon pursed his mouth, and stretched out a hand in a comical way, with a pinky finger up.

As if holding a magic wand in his hand, he was releasing Avada Kedavra, and in an instant, many black wizards on the scene broke their defenses one after another.

Looking at the aggrieved and ashamed faces of everyone present, the corners of Romon's mouth curled up slightly.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to see something.

Eyes twinkling.

The next moment, the whole person didn't see any movement, and turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared in an instant.

"What a pair of enchanting eyes, this dark green, like the light of the death curse that killed his mother...Professor Snape, maybe you don't know, I am also very good at alchemy."

"Why don't you let me help you make Harry Potter's eyes into a pair of pendants?"

The sudden sound rang in his ears, which instantly made Snape's hair stand on end. It also startled the Malfoy family sitting nearby.

"Wow!"

Jason and others who had been bullied by Romon

The Slytherin wizards all immediately sat upright.

On his forehead, a large amount of sweat began to seep and slide down.

However, Romon was not even interested in talking to them. He stared at Snape in front of him with a playful expression, his pupils shrinking violently.

Under the horrified gaze of the other party, a hand gently placed on the side of Harry Potter's eyebrows.

On the two fingers, jet-black magic power fluctuated, instantly making everyone around them breathe tight.

"It can be seen that as the legendary potion master in the British wizarding world and the dean of Slytherin, our Professor Snape has no interest in what I have to say. On the contrary, this

The eyes seem to be more attractive. "

Snape looked at the evil smile on Romon's face, and his expression suddenly changed.

"No!"

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

Looking at the shrinking dark green pupils in Romon's hand, and the horrified Harry Potter crying loudly on the side, the entire scene was instantly in an uproar.

"Professor Romon, what on earth did you do?! You!"

Beside Dumbledore, Fudge stood up with a changed expression and was about to say something.

But he saw Romon's hand in mid-air, squeezing the opponent gently.

The next moment, the latter was shocked to find that he could not open his mouth.

Dumbledore's 650 or so expressions on the side changed, and he hurriedly cast a spell to relieve the other party's embarrassment. However, he was shocked to find that the released spell [Curse Stop] unexpectedly

No effect at all.

At this moment, Romon ignored Harry Potter who was screaming in panic. He put one hand on Snape's shoulder and held ten pairs of glasses in his hand, which seemed to be staring at Snape heavily.

Black-green eyeballs.

"How helpless, Lily, oh yes, Lily Potter, must have been very helpless back then, right?"

"Poor Potions Master, for more than ten years, his body has decayed and disappeared. What our Professor Snape studies every day is still the old and toothless Felixir...

...hehe.

"Why not try to resurrect her?"

"Why not study the magic spell, restore her body, go to the God of Death, and take back her soul? Why?"

Snape:

His whole body was trembling as he looked at the pair of Harry Potter's eyeballs in Romon's hand. Amidst the harsh taunts from the other party, Snape couldn't help but recall the events of that year.

Tragedy in Godric's Vale.

Lily must have been desperate when facing Voldemort at that time, right?

Looking at the frightened Snape, Romon curled his lips in disdain.

The hand holding the eyeball slapped Harry Potter's eyebrows aside, and the eyes that had disappeared the next moment returned to Harry Potter's face again.

Looking at Harry Potter Romon who was looking at him in shock, the corner of his mouth once again curved into an evil arc.

More than ten years ago, when I developed this technique [Dark Magic and Body Segmentation Surgery], and used it on James Potter for the first time, the other party also had the same expression.

After seeing that nothing happened here, Dumbledore and the others couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Professor McGonagall simply sat down in her seat. At that moment, she was so frightened that she even took out her wand, thinking that Romon was going to go crazy here and start killing people.

Something like that.

There was cold sweat on everyone's forehead.

But Romon glanced at Draco Malfoy, who was also frightened, but still controlled the magic quill beside him, recording what he said, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at Lucius behind him with a deep look, who was smiling apologetically. He snorted softly, and his figure instantly turned into black mist and returned to the podium again.

"In my course, I can teach you how to play with death."

"I can teach you how to cause pain."

"I can also tell you the path to becoming a supreme wizard, and make the so-called white wizard bow his head to you."

"But if someone does anything in my course that makes me uncomfortable...

Romon seemed to be possessed by Snape in class, his voice was cadenced, and his eyes were slowly looking at Snape who was still in shock.

"Professor Snape, I don't mind demonstrating in front of everyone how to resurrect a person who has been dead for more than ten years. Of course...she may be naked."

Playing with the dead, coercing the living, and humiliating those who are weaker than him...