Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Clang!"

After the heavy iron gate, there was a sound of the door lock being stuck, a figure chained by a chain was brought out from the gate by several wizards with wary faces.

The people present who saw this scene couldn't help but grit their teeth and shook their heads slightly.

"I never thought that I would do such a ridiculous thing during my term of office..."

Paul, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, had a troubled face at the moment. While his eyes were paying close attention to the white-haired old man in front of him, he could not help but move closer to Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, release this guy Grindelwald from a place like Nurmengard. I think you should have seen our sincerity, but, I mean but."

"As I said to you before, if this guy does not cooperate and is unwilling to ally with us to fight against the Silver Demon King Romon Kowalski, then I am sorry that we have to choose to change direction at this time and bring him back again. He sent it back.

"Of course 26, at that time I think my position will be completely unkept."

Paul spoke sincerely, but more importantly, he was almost attached to Dumbledore at this moment. This was the helplessness of the politicians in the wizarding world, especially in this era when the Silver Demon Lord Romon Kowalski appeared in the wizarding world.

Strength, on the contrary, is a truly powerful tool of discourse.

If you have strength, your words will be more intimidating and dominant than a spell.

And without strength... let alone the power in the hands of people like them, even they themselves can only be said to be tools in the hands of the strong.

The most intuitive example is the German Ministry of Magic, which is now almost controlled by Dumbledore, and the Durmstrang Academy of Magic. Since that time, members of the Truth Society under the Silver Demon King attacked the King.

Dumbledore's magic spell, like a human god of fire, completely established his absolute position as the leader in the battle against the Silver Demon.

Dumbledore smiled slightly at Paul who looked worried.

Naturally, he couldn't say that his best friend had been transferred out of this ghost place by him and the goblins a long time ago, and the destitute person in front of him "seems to be suffering from tuberculosis."

Actually not Grindelwald at all.

"Haha, President Paul, please believe me, I know what kind of person Gale is. He was indeed full of extremes at the beginning, but it is undeniable that he really wanted to make the wizarding world a Better, just in the wrong direction."

"And if you think about the current Silver Demon Lord Romon, Merlin is the best."

"Opening the gates of hell all over the world... This is a complete madman!"

Dumbledore's words drew unanimous nods from everyone around him, and then, when Nurmengard, the wizard responsible for guarding Grindelwald, untied the chains on the other party.

After Dumbledore conducted some "extremely sincere" efforts to win over and persuade.

This "Grindelwald" finally nodded slowly under the nervous gaze of all the wizards present.

Just like this, a few days later, Grindelwald "drank the precious potion prepared by Master Nicoléme and his strength returned" at a speed that no one in the wizarding world could understand.

Appeared in front of everyone again.

"God, Professor Dumbledore, what kind of existence is this potion you are talking about? The Dark Devil... When Mr. Grindelwald was released from prison today, he was completely different from what he is now."

This question is not only curious about Paul, but also everyone present in the auditorium of Durmstrang Academy of Magic is very surprised and curious.

However, in response to this, Dumbledore, who was standing in the position of the principal, just smiled faintly.

"Friends, do you really think that our wizarding world is stagnant after just a few stupid words from the Silver Demon King calling us corrupt and ignorant of progress?"

Dumbledore chuckled, but his laughter made many people present feel a little embarrassed.

"Silver Devil Romon Kowalski is undoubtedly a very powerful genius, but don't forget that everything he learned was learned from the books of his ancestors and the teachers around him."

"And we, we have our Master Nicoléme, don't let me introduce him again, I think all of you know what he did."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Molly Weasley in the audience shouted loudly and was very admiring.

"Magic stone!"

Dumbledore looked at the people talking in the audience with a smile, and looked at Grindelwald who was sitting behind him without trace. At least for now, there was pretty much all they could do.

As for whether it will succeed or not... Dumbledore and Grindelwald are already looking away.

Besides trying their best, what else can they do?

After waiting for the scene to be quiet for a while, Dumbledore finally took out his wand under everyone's gaze and everyone's guess.

Taking a deep breath, the next moment, a huge voice shouted from his mouth.

"For the wizarding world! Gentlemen, ladies, righteous masters of the world... it's time for us to fight

The British Ministry of Magic.

What happened at Durmstrang Academy of Magic quickly spread here. Regarding this, Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting in the minister's seat, looked gloomy under the dim light.

However, a beating candlelight was reflected in his eyes, and he looked around.

He looked at Lucius Malfoy on the side and stood up from his position with a clatter.

The wand in his stretched out hand was only above the void in front of 420. His expression was solemn, and a little more. He should never have looked at death on Connery Fudge's face.

"Everyone, for the sake of the truth! For His Majesty's sake! Kill the enemy!"

Immediately, a series of wands were staggered and placed on the wand in Cornelius Fudge's hand, and a neat and solemn sound echoed in the Ministry of Magic.

"For the truth! For your Majesty!"

Hurrying out from the gate of the Ministry of Magic with the elite wizards from his pure-blood wizarding family under his command, Lucius Malfoy looked at the rainy London again.

He looked back at the excited expressions on everyone's faces behind him and took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty's justice and greatness, you must have seen it in the [Wizard Hunting Book]. Every enemy wizard's head has a clear price for everything you want.

"Strength, spells, potions, and even the existence of resurrecting lost relatives, the opportunity is right in front of you.

"Everyone..."

Lucius Malfoy thought of his son who was still in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, training hard and learning spells every day. He thought of his own son and his dream of making the Malfoy family powerful and long-standing. .

His eyes were suddenly full of crazy fighting intent.

"Everyone! No one is fucking allowed to snatch it from me! That guy Dumbledore's head can only be mine!"