Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore looked at the furious Professor McGonagall in front of him, and for the first time his face showed an emotion called powerlessness.

This kind of situation has never happened to Grindelwald, his old friend of the first generation Dark Lord who took the wrong path.

He can always think of solutions and strategies for dealing with problems.

This is the wisdom of his white wizard.

but..

"I can't see him clearly. That child seems to be surrounded by a layer of fog. I can't see at all what direction he is walking in or where he is going..."

"Minerva, that child Romon exudes an unknown that scares me!"

"Walter?!"

Professor McGonagall was immediately stunned by Dumbledore's words.

She stared blankly at the partner in front of her, this Dumbledore whom she had admired and respected since she was young.

Now fear actually came out of his mouth?

Dumbledore stood up slowly.

Walking to a corner of the office, a door slowly opened.

Revealing the pensieve he had used for many years.

He tapped the wand lightly against his head, and the next moment a long string of fluorescent threads representing memory was peeled off and thrown into the pensieve.

When Professor McGonagall walked over, what was playing in the pensieve was a scene from Romon's memory when he was still in school.

From the first grade to the Silver Night in the sixth grade...

"I haven't paid much special attention to this child, even though he is the godson of my old friend, but... obviously, this piece of gold is so bright that even if I don't deliberately understand it, I still understand it. Everything about him at school is clear.”

Dumbledore murmured melancholy.

In a Pensieve.

Romon enters Hogwarts, first year.

"Mr. Kowalski, magic is a profound subject. It is impossible to master it in just a few days..."

Professor McGonagall, standing next to Dumbledore, looked slightly solemn.

In this memory, the person who said such words to Romon was himself.

At that time, Romon had a childish face, but he already had the handsome and courageous mold he has today.

"Professor McGonagall, please test me. However, if I pass your test, I hope you can teach me more advanced spells."

"As you wish, Mr. Kowalski, but don't expect me to let you go just because of your excellent grades."

Romon is in the second grade.

"Professor Flitwick, thank you for these charms books, but...can you give me some more difficult charms books?"

Flitwick was shocked: "Walter? Have you learned all of these?! Many of these are things that only sixth graders will use."

Romon nodded and hesitated.

"Professor Flitwick, I heard that if there is a professor's guarantee, you can enter the restricted book area to select books to borrow..."

Romon is in third grade.

Christmas dinner restaurant.

Dumbledore: "In view of the unity and camaraderie shown by the students of Slytherin House this school year, the hard work and enterprising spirit in the classroom, and the positive efforts that everyone has made towards the Sorting Cup."

"I want to award 100 points to Slytherin Academy!"

Romon stood up instantly and waved to the stiff-smiling classmates around him with a smile on his face, as if he was receiving some reward.

The Slytherin students, however, lowered their heads even though they had clearly won the Academy Cup.

It seems like everyone is suffering from some huge shame.

Romon is in fourth grade.

The then Potions Master ran to Dumbledore's office.

"Professor Dumbledore, you must think of a solution. Really, that child Romon is now completely beyond the scope of our teaching. The potions he is now exposed to and researching are more dangerous than the last!"

"If we don't do it right, I'm afraid something terrible will be created..."

"According to my wishes, Professor Dumbledore, please order that Romon be prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest to conduct any collecting activities!"

Dumbledore, standing beside the pensieve, looked slightly sad.

Obviously, what the Potions Professor said back then was really right.

A bottle of [Silver Night Potion] that is so absurd and terrifying that no one can crack it even now has directly affected the entire British wizarding world.

"It turns out that this is what regret feels like."

Dumbledore sighed.

After that, things about Romon became more and more out of control in the pensieve.

By the time Romon was in fifth grade, there was no one in Hogwarts who could teach him about magic theory, potions, etc.

Even the magic courses that were required for young wizards such as Charms Course, Transfiguration Curse Course, Defense Against the Dark Arts Course, Potions Course, etc., the professors had given Romon complete freedom.

Even if you don't go to the classroom...

And it was from that moment on that Dumbledore, who saw this in his eyes, felt a layer of unknown fog shrouded in Romon.

"Minerva, as you said, even an old guy like me would not dare to fight against the entire British wizarding world by myself. I even believe that even Voldemort in his heyday would never dare, otherwise he would not Which Death Eaters are needed to serve him..."

Dumbledore closed the pensieve, his eyes filled with worry and helplessness.

"The Romon Kowalski thing, you think he's crazy, and the same goes for me."

"But it's a pity that I can't stop the anger of the entire British wizarding community, not to mention that guy Romon keeps adding fuel to the fire."

Looking out the window at the night filled with desolate moonlight, Dumbledore sighed.

"Perhaps Romon's decision was really not impulsive or arrogant?"

...

Wiltshire, England.

In Malfoy Manor.

Since that day when he was publicly humiliated by Romon and returned to the manor, Lucius Malfoy gradually calmed down.

However, after a brief period of calm, unprecedented intensity of anger burst out in his mind.

Just when the "Daily Prophet" sent this crazy challenge news to the streets and alleys of the entire British wizarding world, deep in the mountains and forests, and even to other wizarding circles in Europe.

In Malfoy Manor, dozens of top wizards from different wizarding families, large and small, gathered here.

Jason Vincent looked gloomy, he was also humiliated that day.

As soon as he saw Lucius coming out, he couldn't wait to speak first.

"Lucius, do you have any ideas?"

Lucius took a deep breath and tried not to think of the nightmare scene of making a fool of himself a few days ago.

However, no matter how he controlled it, the moment he spoke, everyone still felt the humiliation and anger in his heart at this moment.

"Gentlemen, we are all wizards born in Hogwarts, and basically all of us are Slytherins."

"I just want to say one thing."

"Our nightmare is back and he wants to continue to dominate and suppress us... and our descendants."

"what should we do?"

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