Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Destiny is such a magical thing. Who would have thought that that gentleman's son would not only become a wizard, but also make such great achievements.

Nicoléme sighed, and with small steps, he led the two of them towards his studio.

"That gentleman had a huge influence on me. He was such an easy-going, kind-hearted Muggle, and had such great courage. To be honest, Dumbledore, his parents helped you a lot back then, well, including me... ....”

Listening to Nicolème's narration as if reminiscing about old times, Elder Bratty, who was following Dumbledore, became increasingly confused. He frowned and looked at him with a complicated expression. Since he entered the door, he had only introduced his identity. after.

Dumbledore who never said a word.

"Who is Master Nicoléme talking about?"

"who?"

Nicolème walked to a pile of bottles and cans, heard Brati's question, and then showed an interesting smile on his face.

It seems that this is an interesting thing that he, a long-lived man, cannot forget for a long time.

"An ordinary Muggle who runs a bakery. -"

"Well, he is also a Muggle who married the most outstanding Legilimency witch in America and used his magic finger to defeat the Dark Lord Grindelwald.

"Walter?!"

Bratty seemed to have thought of some possibility, and looked at Dumbledore.

He had never mentioned this matter beforehand, and he even knew nothing about it until now.

Dumbledore nodded with a complicated expression.

"Yes, Elder Brati, the person the master is talking about is our current Silver Devil, Mr. Romon's father...the current American tycoon, Jacob Kowalski.

However, these words immediately shocked Brati.

When Romon challenged the entire British wizarding world, Romon's parents came over from the American wizarding world. In this regard, Brati, as the elder of the goblin clan, naturally had people specially investigate this after he was determined to deal with the Silver Demon King. A couple.

However, during their investigation, Jacob's matter was more about the other party's expanding business territory.

Things like "threatening the legendary Dark Lord Grindelwald with a wand" as Nick Flamel said, let alone an investigation.

Now that I listen to it, I feel like the world is going crazy.

"Just him? That fat Muggle guy?"

Nicoléme smiled.

"So for this elder of the elf clan, it is indeed a taboo in life to judge people by their appearance. At the time, Grindelwald, except for Dumbledore and a very few people, could do such a behavior head-on."

"Almost everyone doesn't have the guts."

"To be honest, if it weren't for that gentleman's courage towards his wife, Paris would have been burned to ashes by Grindelwald...

I heard that this guy Nicoléme kept talking non-stop after he hadn't seen anyone coming for a long time.

And it also involved Grindelwald many times, and Dumbledore coughed.

"Master, as you said before, what is the specific effect of the things you have researched? Can you confirm it now?"

Hearing this, Nicoléme finally stopped talking and nodded.

Then, under the gaze of the two people, he held out a small box with difficulty and careful calculation with both hands.

Opening it, a small bottle of light brown, like nail polish, appeared in front of the two people.

"I'm sorry that I don't have our Mr. Silver Devil's habit of giving potions a special name, Potent Polyjuice Potion."

Noticing the confused Bratty beside him, Dumbledore picked up the potion on the table with a fiery look in his eyes.

"Originally, I was asked to study the magic potions sold by Romon under the guidance of Master Ticlerme, but I didn't expect that I accidentally researched and came up with an improved version of Polyjuice Potion."

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"This bottle of potion can transform the user into a person with the deepest memory in his heart, and the effect will last for two years without the need for subsequent potion support.

Nichollemé on the side laughed dryly and stretched out his hand to add.

"Two years is the period without casting a spell. If the spell is used too frequently, the effect of this potion will only last for half a year at most, or even shorter."

However, Dumbledore was not worried at all about this.

There was excitement and eagerness in his eyes, and he looked out the window in a certain direction with a complex expression, as if he wanted to see through the clouds and see something above the ground.

"The person who wants to change does not need to use magic..."

In response, Nico Flamel, who had already guessed what Dumbledore was planning to do, smiled calmly. If it were in the past, he might still care or stop him.

but now..

Looking at the table, on a corner of the workbench, there was a photo erected.

Nicolème only felt that his life, which was originally dull and could be said to be dull, seemed to become interesting at this moment.

In the photo, it was none other than Romon. If Romon had been present, he would have been able to recognize it. It was his parents, and he, who was probably only one or two years old at the time, was being held in their arms.

Looking at Nick Flamel, the word "appreciation" for Romon was almost written on his face.

Brati, who was originally excited about meeting the big shot, suddenly sank.

He couldn't help but look at Dumbledore beside him, but found that the latter was holding the potion bottle in his hand blankly at the moment, his lips were trembling, and in his tearful eyes, there was a strange emotion that made Bratty feel a chill. .

Bratty, who was originally going to ask this guy, had no choice but to look at Nick Flamel, who was carefully operating something on the workbench.

"Master, you should be able to see that we are enemies of the Silver Demon King, and we are the kind of enemies that are absolutely impossible to reconcile. Since you admire him so much, why do you want to work with us and go against him?"

Nick Flamel made a move.

As soon as he spoke, there was an obvious gasp in his voice.

"Right? No, no, no, I have no intention of being right with him. If I have to talk about my purpose... I think this is a very interesting game.

Looking at Brati who showed an incredible expression, Nicoléme chuckled.

There was a playful look in his eyes like an old naughty boy.

"As far as I know, this Mr. Silver Devil, except for the accident that was obviously caused by an experimental accident, has not done anything harmful to the world. If nothing else, he challenged the entire British wizarding world that day, but he did not do anything harmful to the world. No one was killed, but it has been spread among wizard circles around the world."

"You say he is a devil, but in my opinion, he is an outstanding young man with clear pursuits and an unlimited future."

"Elder Bratty, an alchemist and potion master who can now be called a legend, if you still have some inherent prejudice against the child of Mr. Muggle."

"I can almost see your disastrous ending."

Suddenly, Brati's face turned gloomy to the extreme, and his original impression of Nicoléme, the legendary alchemist, instantly dropped to the lowest level.

Obviously, Nick Flamel doesn't seem to be helping them now.

Rather, he was using their power to obtain more information about Romon, an outstanding junior.

Have a duel with the opponent in this field that you have never met before.

"Professor Dumbledore, please stop making that disgusting look on a bottle of potion and tell me your next plan!"

Brati's tone was quite harsh.

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

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

With that said, he nodded to Nicolème and said hello, then walked outside.

Behind him, Nicoléme'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 gave the same reminder.

"Please do your research on the magic potion 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.

His eyes looked at the photos on the table again.

Mouthing in his mouth.

"Have the boundaries between wizards and Muggles been broken down now? Romon Kowalski, your father, an extraordinary Muggle, and your current achievements are incomparable... ..."

Shake the medicine bottle gently in your hand.

Waves of medicinal fragrance came from it.

If Romon, or other professors at Hogwarts, were here, they would definitely be able to recognize this bottle of potion. It was just after Romon finished the one-year Demon King's Cup a few days ago.

One of the four options given to the Gryffindor Academy, the potion that allows Muggles to become wizards, [The Magical Heart].

But it was already in just a few days.

It was brought here by Dumbledore and the goblins, and handed over to Nico Flamel for research.

The two Dumbledores, who had just performed Apparition and returned to the goblin city of Ribbonbright, had just appeared in the office when the goblin elder Brati was the first to lose his hold.

"Hurry up and tell us your plan, we have been delayed long enough!"

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

"Elder Brati, the Silver Devil is becoming more and more difficult to deal with now. His control over the British wizarding world has exceeded our expectations, so we are a more powerful ally."

Brati was stunned: "Who?"

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

"Gellert Grindelwald..."

"Crack!"

"Crack!!"

"....

Surrounded by mountains in Austria, a castle stands on the mountains covered by snow and strong winds.

…Please give me flowers…

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

He raised his head and looked at the huge tower that passed through the clouds, his eyes full of complexity and excitement.

"Our people are ready. According to your request, at least 300 experts who are proficient in the soul-stealing curse and memory modification..."

Brati said with a smile, as if he had thought of something interesting.

Suddenly he laughed "Jie Jie Jie".

The ugly laughter, combined with the extremely ugly elf face of the other party, pulled Dumbledore back from his memories.

"You will never imagine, Professor Dumbledore, nor the Silver Devil, that his enemies will come out of this terrifying tower because of his high profile."

"That guy has recently been discussing with the Ministry of Magic of various countries about the establishment of [Wizard's Canyon] secret realms in various countries, so much so that the Austrian Ministry of Magic in charge of Nurmengard has also focused its attention on Hogwarts."

"But I never imagined that someone would want to save the former Dark Lord Grindelwald..."

However, Dumbledore was no longer interested in listening.

Just step forward.

"Now that you are ready, let's act quickly. Remind your people one last time that we are secretly robbing the prison, taking people away, leaving behind substitutes, and then we will all evacuate.

"No matter whether it is on the scene or in the memories of these guarding wizards, there is no trace of our presence!"

As soon as the words fell, the next moment.

Accompanied by a "crash" sound.

Dumbledore, the most powerful one, suddenly used Apparition.

Immediately afterwards, around the Nurmengard wizard prison, which was full of cold and terrifying aura, short figures in black robes began to take action.

"Imperil!"

A gloomy voice suddenly came from behind a wizard guard.

The next moment, after the latter's eyes widened briefly, his body suddenly seemed to have undergone some unknown changes, and at this moment.

In front of him, wizards from the fairy clan were heading towards the interior of Nurmengard in front of him.

Along the way, the sounds of spells such as the [Soul-stealing Curse] and the [Confusion Curse] sounded frequently.

As "the greatest white wizard in the world", Dumbledore has now become a wanted criminal by the British Ministry of Magic, regardless of whether he is great or not.

But at least, his ability in magic is definitely very powerful.

Along the way, under its powerful perception, even Nurmengard suppressed and shielded the wizards to a certain extent [Dumbledore still led the elite wizards of the elf family headed by Brati.

Quickly and without anyone noticing, they continued to attack the top of Nurmengard.

Since there are very strict warnings far away in the sky, and Dumbledore is particularly familiar with the internal situation of Nurmengard, now, it seems that the most stupid person

A way to continuously attack from the first level to the top.

On the contrary, for Dumbledore and the others today.

Still the safest.

After all, if something like rescuing Grindelwald goes wrong once, it would be very impossible to rescue him later.

And finally, after an unknown amount of time, as the air gradually became colder and colder, and there were fewer and fewer wizards imprisoned around them, Dumbledore and the others finally arrived at the top floor of Nurmengard.

"Albus...and the goblins..."

Grindelwald ignored the two restrained guards at the door, but immediately looked at Dumbledore and the ugly goblins around him.

He frowned instinctively.

Regarding why Dumbledore appeared here in such a way, and also led the ugly goblins around him, Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who once dominated an era, instantly understood what it meant.

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

Dumbledore said as he easily opened the enchanted cell door in front of him.

Immediately, behind them, a figure who was exactly the same as Grindelwald at the moment, skinny and with almost no difference in breath, staggered into the cage.

Dumbledore stepped forward and grabbed the hand of Grindelwald, who was still slightly dazed.

There was such deep affection in his eyes that the elite members of the elf clan around him hid their faces and felt cold.

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

Although he was extremely exhausted mentally and physically after fighting all the way, after holding the hand of his former lover again, Dumbledore's whole person was obviously glowing with a strong vitality, as if he was reborn.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Grindelwald's old face finally showed a slight smile.

Looking around, the goblin wizards who were modifying the memories of the guarding wizards of Nurmengarde had the same shock at the goblin clan's strength in their eyes.

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