Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

Romon's figure disappeared again from the eyes of the Hogwarts professor and the little wizard, and even the other party could not be seen in the restaurant, although this situation had happened before.

However, in just two or three months, it’s almost Halloween.

While everyone was still looking forward to whether there would be celebrations like last year this year, Romon never showed up.

During this period of time, the number of finished magic potions shipped out from the Palace of Truth, as well as various precious magic materials shipped in, increased rapidly.

"Ding Ding Dangzang ..."

In front of the gate of the Palace of Truth, a top Auror selected by the British Ministry of Magic was guarding here with a wary expression. Several boxes were pushed out by several alchemy demons in front of him.

The sound of clinking glass bottles caused many people present to breathe quickly.

The British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was extremely excited at the moment. However, compared to his excitement, he was more obviously respectful on the surface at this moment.

Even when facing a metal-looking alchemy devil like Oriana, she is still respectful.

He took off his hat and bowed slightly to the other person.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Oriana. Please tell the master for me that this batch of magic potions will definitely be sold as quickly as possible, and I will also sell the items requested on the list within one month at the latest. Inside, transport it here..."

In the past, it was only Romon and Fudge who would call each other "Master".

This is not only Romon's request, but also the old guy Cornelius Fudge's own concerns.

However, over the past few months, Romon has taken out thousands of bottles of magic potions that the wizarding world could not even imagine in the past.

This title has also changed from an original concern to a way to connect him and Romon with each other.

He had no scruples in calling the former Silver Demon King his master in front of the public.

Naturally, Fudge endured a lot of abuse and ridicule behind his back.

However, every time these magic potions were brought out from the Palace of Truth, his position as the British Minister of Magic became more and more solid.

For example, the three hundred elite Aurors on the scene today are said to be members of the Auror Operations Department of the Ministry of Magic, but in fact they have been taken over by Fudge during this period.

From a family that could only rely on his wife, he sat in the position of Minister of Magic in an extremely disgraceful way, becoming a politician and minister.

Become the second voice in the British wizarding world who truly holds real power and has the absolute iron-blooded ability to eliminate dissatisfaction.

Cornelius Fudge has already completely sold his soul to Romon, the Silver Demon King.

After bidding farewell to Oriana.

The entire sky above Hogwarts was immediately put under martial law.

"Chief Malfoy, the activities of the gang of bandits have become more and more rampant recently, and our people have determined that there is no involvement from the British wizarding world, and everything comes from abroad... Our potions today must be safe. delivered to the Ministry of Magic.

Cornelius Fudge looked at Lucius Malfoy in front of him.

They are all smart people.

One is the Minister of Embroidery who was not recognized by the British wizarding community at all.

One was a Death Eater who followed Voldemort to such an extent that he almost didn't get involved.

Now, after choosing to kneel unswervingly at the feet of the Silver Demon Lord Romon, the Ministry of Magic, headed by Cornelius Fudge, and the pure-blood wizard family, headed by Lucius Malfoy.

Romon firmly controls the base camp of the British wizarding world.

Of course, for this reason, Romon generously gave them the right to manage the distribution of these magic potions, as long as what he wanted could be delivered to him on time, and who specifically gave the magic potions to him.

Romon doesn't care at all.

They are just some "chefs who make a big pot of rice", and even many of the bloody magic potions that are being fought for by the outside world are not from his hands at all.

It was configured by the alchemy golem under Oriana's command.

Lucius nodded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Minister, our major families have a total of 350 elite wizards, and there are also 2,000 house elves that can be used for fighting. They have all been deployed along the route."

…Please give me flowers…

"Once those stinky rats appear, we will definitely catch and stop them as soon as possible. Mr. Minister, you and your people only need to be responsible for transporting the things. 11

And at the moment when this transport team composed of thousands of elite wizards soared into the sky and flew into the clouds, at the same time, in a mountain depression more than ten kilometers away from Hogwarts,

Figures wearing black robes also started to move.

"The target is a magic potion! You can kill anyone you want, but if anyone destroys a bottle of potion, then he must apologize to that bottle of potion!"

"action!"

The sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" was heard in the underground palace, accompanied by the sound of some metal collisions.

mmm…

However, compared to the underground palace a few months ago, the appearance here has completely changed.

"Human wizard, you have imprisoned me here for nearly three months. I must tell you that if I don't go back within three months, Lord Belial will send other demon gods to investigate. By then..."

The light of magic power surged in his hand, and something like golden sand merged with a huge compass-like thing in front of him under the influence of an invisible force.

This is not gold dust.

It was Lucius and the others who followed Romon's request and searched almost the entire Europe.

Items made from human bones collected and excavated from thousand-year-old tombs.

When Romon heard Valak's voice in the cage, he also raised his head, smiled jokingly, raised his eyebrows, and raised the gold sand in his hand.

"Ms. Demon God, you said before that they would come in one month, but now it has become three months?"

"It looks like there's a serious traffic jam at Hell's Gate."

Looking at Varak, who looked aggrieved, but obviously became more restless due to the blessing of the surrounding magic circle, Romon finally smiled slightly, revealing the "devil-like side" that Varak was familiar with.

"Ms. Demon God, it is not impossible to let you go free, but...freedom requires a ransom of hundreds of millions."