Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Would Professor Ronald agree?"

I don't know why, even though Ronald was about to be transferred to another hospital, Draco Malfoy was even more nervous than him at this moment, pacing back and forth in front of Romon's office door.

Snape frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

His eyes briefly stayed on the red-haired Weasley in front of him for a few seconds, and then he slowly looked away.

Although the various situations shown on the other party made him inexplicably think of Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had died in his hands.

That strong, evil magic energy area.

As a former Death Eater, Snape simply couldn't ignore it.

However, judging from the changes that have taken place in Ronald now, not even Snape can find any actual evidence that can prove that there is some kind of connection between Ronald and Voldemort.

As for the monster that looked like a god of death or a dementor that appeared behind him that day in the arena, Snape did not make any connection between him and Snape.

The shape of the phantom was obviously closer to that of a ghost.

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On Snape's side, he was frowning and confused.

A voice came suddenly from inside the closed office door.

Several people were startled, and then led by Snape, they pushed the door open and entered.

What caught his eye was Romon, who had somehow appeared in the office. He was even wearing a white coat worn by a Muggle scientist.

After Snape briefly explained the matter, Romon's eyes focused on Ronald in front of him.

Just when the latter thought that Romon was going to blame him for his impulsive behavior that day and target him for casting the Cruciatus Curse, Romon unexpectedly nodded slightly.

"Yes, Ronald. I'm very pleased that you can make such a correct decision without needing people around you to try hard to persuade you. You are a person with your own "863" ideas. This is what I appreciate most about you. The place.………"

Now, let alone Ronald himself.

Draco on the side opened his mouth in shock.

"Mr. Malfoy seems to be very surprised by my words. Let me guess, you must think that I should criticize Ronald or even punish him for the duel between Ronald and his brother.

Him?"

Seeing that the other party was silent and looked panicked.

Romon sneered and shook his head slightly.

Whether it was intentional or not, he glanced at Snape beside him and spoke calmly.

"I have always firmly believed that magic itself can only be said to be a kind of power, or a tool, but it is divided into different types of magic according to different effects.

"Just like the tools in the Muggle world, whether it's a butcher's knife on the market, a hoe in the farmland, or a gun on the battlefield... These are all tools, but they have different uses. .”

"To simply classify magic that can cause huge harm to people as black magic and ban it is unreasonable and full of errors in my opinion.

"Whether it is to eliminate life, or create death, or reverse the boundary between life and death, the so-called unreasonable, I prefer to attribute these statements to the evaluation of the person.

E..."

Standing aside, Snape noticed Romon's thoughtful gaze.

He couldn't help but look stern.

The sweet words that only two people could understand, at this moment, made Snape think of the things in the lining of his chest that he still kept close to his chest.

Romon was like a devil in his ears, tempting and instigating him.

Constantly destroying, his psychological defense line was on the verge of collapse under the continuous bombardment of the magic potion illusion.

During this time, Snape had been in the illusion for at least seven or eight years.

And Lily Evans in each fantasy can give him newer and more real sweetness, and the final result is even more cruel.

No matter how hard he works in the illusion, how much he wants to change the outcome.

That damn James Potter and Voldemort would lead a large number of Death Eaters and kill his wife in front of him time and time again.

The successive bereavements of his wife had made Snape's mind become increasingly gloomy, and even recently, in the illusion, he had begun to deliberately avoid everything related to Lily Evans.

Put all your experiences as much as possible into your theoretical research on potions and spells.

To a certain extent, he found a new use for that damn illusion. In one night, he could master more magic theory and knowledge in the illusion.

And what he needs to do is, before entering the illusion every week, use the memory spell to carefully record all the precious magic books in Romon's library.

Then, in the fantasy world, study it carefully.

He reached out to the lining of the clothes and couldn't help but touch it.

The disposable spell scroll given to him by Romon as a "reward" after he "killed" Voldemort has tempted him countless times.

"A cursed scroll that summons the ghost of Lily Potter back from the underworld."

How he wished he could see the real Lily at this moment, but all this required great perseverance to endure.

After all, if Lily's soul is summoned back at this time.

He also has no ability to resurrect the other party. After all, more than ten years have passed, and Lily Potter's body has completely disappeared.

He needs to research it as soon as possible, recast the wizard's body, and resurrect the power of the dead...

From the corner of his eye, he casually glanced at Snape, who looked dazed, and the cunning look in Romon's eyes flashed away.

His eyes returned to the two Ronalds in front of him.

"Even if it is a curse like the Cruciatus Curse, as long as no one is killed, I will not exercise any control at Hogwarts. Of course, that is if you can afford the cost of the school doctor's office in the future."

But at this moment, the office door was once again pushed open by a figure.

"Romon! I disagree!"

Professor McGonagall was followed by Harry Potter, Seamus and Neville.

Although the expressions on the faces of Simo and the others were [obviously uneasy and reluctant.

"Professor McGonagall, unfortunately, it is not up to you to decide all this, and... Do you think that today's Gryffindors still have the illusion that Ronald can become stronger? Professor McGonagall, unfortunately, this red-haired The young man has completely left the Weasley family."

"Weasley may belong to Gryffindor, but... there is no soil there for Ronald.

Looking at the transfer application form that had been stamped by Romon, McGonagall couldn't help but look extremely ugly after arriving a step too late.

This kind of transfer has never happened in Hogwarts, which has gone through countless years and countless generations of principals.

However, what happened to her now made Professor McGonagall have a strange feeling of being abandoned by her students. This feeling was for a dedicated professor like her.

It doesn't feel good.

However, despite facing Professor McGonagall's expectant and reserved gaze, Ronald was extremely ashamed and endured this emotion at the moment, lowering his head and gritting his teeth.

"Sorry, Professor, Slytherin is indeed more suitable for me to become stronger. The atmosphere of Gryffindor...is not suitable for me.

The teaching content of Hogwarts is basically the same among the four houses.

At most, each college has some separate optional courses based on the style of the college.

For example, for Gryffindor, this course is a flying lesson.

However, in Slytherin, it's wizards dueling.

The long-term relationship between the two houses itself has been very obvious under the management of Dumbledore and the previous Headmasters of Hogwarts.

Hearing Ronald's answer, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment, and then looked at Romon, who shrugged innocently.

There is no doubt that the news of Ronald's transfer from Gryffindor to Slytherin spread throughout Hogwarts just on that day.

This kind of thing has never happened before. After Romon, the unconventional Silver Devil, took control of Hogwarts, it instantly aroused huge discussion in the entire Hogwarts.

In the library.

"Hermione, you heard, right? The one from your college, Ronald, who quit the Weasley family, joined Slytherin, and has obtained the consent of Professor Romon."

"Have you ever thought about joining our Ravenclaw?"

Although at this moment, the eyes of the beautiful Ravenclaw senior Penello were full of sincere invitation.

However, after Hermione saw the faintly exposed string of gemstone necklaces on the other person's swan neck in her peripheral vision, she immediately lost interest.

"Senior, Gryffindor is very good. I don't plan to leave..."

Penello left disappointed.

And then, Hermione saw a figure appear at the door of the library amidst everyone's low exclamations.

"Good morning Hermione."

After a simple greeting, Ronald headed straight towards the book area where he wanted to go.

There wasn't any excessive communication. After all, the two of them didn't have a close relationship.

Although Ronald's incident caused a lot of heated discussion, soon, this incident started one after another with several other wizard teams in [Wizard Canyon].

And the sound gradually disappeared.

At the same time, everyone's attention was focused on the duel in the [Wizard Canyon].

The Palace of Truth.

The sound of "gurgling" came from a huge silver-white machine. Pipes and various equipment full of Muggle technology were here, in a way that was beyond the knowledge of the wizarding world.

It was running fiercely in front of Romon.

"Master, those things have been disposed of..."

Behind him, Oriana's voice sounded coldly.

When Romon heard this, he just nodded lightly and looked at the huge jar in front of him, which was gathered in the center and floating like a small black sun that was boiling and burning. A semi-vaporous substance.

"Now the Obscurus on hand is completely used up, but the next magic research still needs some high-quality Obscurus..."

Elizabeth on the side spoke immediately.

"Don't worry, Master. I will be able to collect some in the next few days. After all, not all the little wizards back then were deformed. If you look for them, you will always find them."

Romon nodded.

Fortunately, my research on magic potions is sufficient this time.

Looking at the pitch-black liquid mass in the jar in front of him, which was continuously extracted by the alchemy equipment he studied, and became smaller and smaller, Romon couldn't help but reveal a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

After a lot of research and calculations at the [Dharma Temple] during this period, coupled with the [Death Magic Factor Extraction] completed by senior Tom Riddle with the help of Romon,

(100% completed].

Romon finally completed the theoretical closed-loop research on the work in front of him.

The extraction of the "Gudu Gudu" medicinal liquid took two full days. During this period, Romon subsequently added various kinds of hell three-headed dog essence and blood extracted in strict proportions, dragon blood, and the juice of some magical herbs. after.

Finally after the third day.

"bump!"

As soon as the equipment outlet was opened by Romon, a liquid medicine ball like an energy cannon shot out instantly, and it happened to be bottled in the magic medicine bottle in Romon's hand.

Looking at this ordinary bottle of magic potion that keeps switching between pitch black and off-white, compared to Romon’s previous magic potions, there is nothing outstanding about its appearance.

However, the gloomy and evil laughter that came out from the potion bottle from time to time made people like Elizabeth feel extremely...

discomfort.

"Master, is this really a potion? Why... is it so weird?"

Strange?

Romon smiled slightly, and in his mind [Dharma Temple] had already begun calculations and evaluations when this bottle of potion was officially released.

Of his Romon's potions, which one is not strange, but which one is not good?

Soon, a piece of information that made Romon look ecstatic appeared in his mind.

[Unnamed potion: a magic potion that contains ultra-highly extracted death factors and blood transformation factors. After taking it, the user can perfectly integrate the power of death.

Obtain the ability to sneak before the law of death]

Romon looked at the introduction and told the truth.

If he hadn't been involved in every step of the research and preparation of this magic potion from beginning to end.

I'm afraid even he will be confused.

But at this moment, before Elizabeth and the others even reacted, Romon suddenly placed the palms of his hands on the magic potion bottle in his hand.

Various obscure spells came out of his mouth.

The next moment, bursts of gray-black mist accompanied the lighting of the magic potion bottle, and gradually rose from Romon's arms.

A sizzling sound like roasting meat came from Romon's body.

But the latter's face obviously began to turn slightly pale, and as this condition spread throughout his body, waves of strange liquid gradually seeped out of Romon's face.

A weird smell that couldn't be described filled the room.

Elizabeth and others were obviously startled by Romon. At this moment, they saw that Romon was clearly suffering from pain 2.0 and was going through some process, but they did not dare to make a sound to stop him.

The whole process lasted another whole day.

Finally, along with the medicine bottle, no more light came out.

The situation on Romon's body also gradually returned to calm. He panted slightly, and the magic power on his body vibrated slightly. The next moment, all the foreign objects on his body were eliminated.

"Master, you, you just..."

Elizabeth carefully came closer and asked nervously.

However, the next moment, the words that came out of Romon's mouth directly confused her.

"Elizabeth, kill me.

"Walter?!"

This sentence, let alone Elizabeth, even made her doubt whether there was something wrong with the human language she learned.

However, when he saw the same expression on Wednesday beside him, even Oriana, who was an alchemical golem created by Romon, had a look of astonishment on her cold metal face.

Elizabeth understood that she had heard correctly.

She stared blankly, with an excited smile on her face, and casually threw the medicine bottle with only an unknown gray-black substance in her hand to Kong Meng aside.

Romon looked confident and expectant, opened his arms, exposed his chest, and took a step towards Elizabeth with an expectant look on his face.

However, this small movement frightened Elizabeth into retreating and sticking directly to the wall.

Seeing this, Romon couldn't help but look at Wednesday and Oriana beside him.

The latter immediately shook his head.

Helpless, Romon thought for a moment, then the light in his hand lit up, and a magic pen on his chest turned into a sharp sword.

With the sharp sword pressed against his heart, Romon looked at his children with intense excitement in his eyes.

"By the way, I named this bottle of potion [Repeated Jumps in the Underworld]"

"Pfft..."