Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

Feeling the serious injuries on his body that were directly penetrated by Grindelwald's curse, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye under Romon's potion.

Voldemort also slowly sat up from the operating table with difficulty.

Faced with Romon's complaints and ridicule, Voldemort did not dare to show any anger or dissatisfaction.

He looked around the underground palace with doubtful eyes. This was the first time Romon had brought him here, but judging from the strong isolation effect on the surrounding walls.

The things hidden here must not be as simple as those potions released from the Palace of Truth outside.

As for Voldemort's curiosity, Romon had no intention of taking precautions at all. With the current opponent, he might be a qualified high-quality leek that can be harvested by the [Dharma Temple], and there might be no problem.

But he said that he wanted to use his strength to threaten himself now.

Romon is quite looking forward to it.

"It can be seen that even though everyone in the outside world has compared you to the living existence of Merlin, the God of Magic, they still underestimate you too much..." Voldemort walked off the operating table.

After realizing that Romon had no intention of stopping him, he paced around and looked carefully in the underground palace. The flattering words coming out of his mouth were full of sincerity and determination.

There are many things revealed in the underground palace.

In addition to him and Romon, there are also workstations here.

At this moment, there are alchemy dolls on these workbench, which are as sophisticated as Oriana, the housekeeper of the Palace of Truth. The aura exuded by these dolls is exactly the same as Romon.

Research on the bodies and blood of some hellish magical creatures is being carried out, or some magic potions and the like are being researched.

From time to time, a workbench would explode on the spot, and then a square isolation barrier would confine the explosion inside.

After all the movement inside disappeared, the sun flashed four times.

Only the scrap metal workbench remains, together with the scrapped alchemy golem, will disappear on the spot, replaced by a brand new set of alchemy golems and the workbench.

Carrying out original experiments and work.

Voldemort swallowed in horror at this scene.

"Is that a Horcrux? And you actually solved the problem of connecting the damage to the body after the Horcrux was destroyed, and... you don't seem to show any signs of weakness due to the split of the soul... 々 ….”

Voldemort said in horror, but Romon, who was busy in front of a forging furnace, did not react at all.

It wasn't until the latter came over with a curious look on his face that he gave a faint warning.

"If you take a step forward, the cursed power carried by these hellish lava will be attached to your soul forever. By then, I think you will be able to realize the pain of being put on the barbecue twenty-four hours a day. Burning pleasure."

Voldemort:

There was a momentary pause in his footsteps.

However, Voldemort still stood four or five meters away from Romon, carefully standing on tiptoe. In this underground palace, he could not even use magic or make his soul fly.

"What are you doing? Are you planning to build yourself a weapon? Like the Sword of Gryffindor."

Glancing at Voldemort with a curious look on his face, Romon curled his lips and snorted disdainfully.

"Weapons? As a being who wants to be the supreme, if he doesn't even have a little confidence in his own body, there is no need for him to ask for anything extravagantly in this life."

Voldemort choked at Romon's words.

In the entire world today, you may be the only person who is qualified to say such words, right?

Voldemort was speechless, you are awesome, you don't even need to use a wand, so traditional wizards like us are naturally incomparable...

Just when Voldemort was fuming in his heart, the movement of Romon's hand suddenly stopped. The next moment, a hot and oppressive fire suddenly erupted from the furnace in front of him.

"Boom!"

Voldemort's whole body was like a balloon that had been blown away by a hurricane. He was in a state of embarrassment and pain, with a burning and stinging sensation all over his body and soul.

When he looked up again, he was shocked to find that in Romon's hand, at some point, there was a blue metal hook with a chain wrapped around Romon's arm at the end.

The aura emanating from the claws made Voldemort unconsciously crawl on the ground as if a Muggle had seen a giant dragon.

At this time, the smile on Romon's face gradually widened as he stood there.

It’s finally completed...With the blood of the devil Satan, everything is much simpler..."

[Supreme Refining·World Catcher]: "Can penetrate world barriers and space restrictions, and forcefully capture any target on the other side of the space. The capture cost is related to the target's strength.

Indestructible!"

Voldemort still hasn't figured out what extraordinary thing Romon has done.

The next moment, he saw that with a casual wave of Romon's hand, huge changes suddenly began to occur in the entire underground palace.

As the walls moved and the floor shifted, the original workbench and alchemy golem disappeared.

Instead, there were metal cages that made Voldemort's body tremble.

The densely packed cages almost completely occupied the area of ​​the underground palace in front of them at this moment. Except for a national road between them, there were alchemical runes with strong magical power to suppress fluctuations exuding from them.

Voldemort couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"...Professor Riddle, haven't you always wanted to know what level my current strength has reached?"

Romon's voice came when Voldemort looked up.

When he saw the hook in Romon's hand, it shot out of the air in an instant, penetrated the space, and triggered a burst of space turbulence in the void.

The chains wrapped around the arms stretched endlessly.

At the same time, in another dimension that Voldemort couldn't feel at all.

hell.

In a dark and decaying illusion like the center of a nuclear explosion, a large number of demons, ghosts and other hellish creatures are killing or fighting each other under instinctive tendencies as before.

Suddenly, a bright light like a shooting star suddenly cut through the dusk-colored sky, which was full of a sense of doom.

Then, the shrill roar of the sun came instantly.

That voice was clearly the 54th Demon God Mao Mo, one of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon Gods.

"Ho! What the hell is this! Ah! Your Majesty, save me! Save me!!!"

The hasty and panic-filled roar has not spread yet.

Afterwards, all the demons who raised their heads were shocked to see that Demon God Mao Mo was enveloped by a meteor, flew into the sky in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared...