Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

[Magic compound potion (100% completed)] + [Research on the essence of any wizard’s bloodline (0% completed)] + [The theory of creating any high-level magical creature (100% completed)] + [Fairy essence extraction (completed) Completed 0%)] = [Mythical Alchemy · Body of God]

Feel the information that appears in your mind.

Especially at the end, at the end of the synthesis formula, those golden-red noble words.

If it weren't for the calm effort for a long time, plus there are Flitwick and Quirrell in front of you, oh, no, and our senior Tom Riddle...

Romon was really afraid that he would be able to transfer to the table on the spot and have a crazy tap dance.

"This, these are all things I can choose?"

Professor Flitwick stared blankly at the list formed by the golden words in front of him.

In addition to the name, here is a brief introduction.

There are even many things that make Professor Flitwick, the professor of Charms at Hogwarts, look confused and completely unable to understand what the body is.

"According to your request, Professor Flitwick, these are all about the improvement of spells. The successes I have researched over the years, some can greatly shorten the magic circuit of the spell release, and some can reduce the process of reciting the spell. .”

"Others can simplify the spell without reducing the power of the spell..."

"In other words, if you master all these things, and use this new set of magic theories to improve the spells you have now mastered."

"Even if I don't need to teach you one by one, I can teach you your abilities in the field of magic, so that most of the magic spells in the wizarding world today can be transformed into wandless casting. "Song is a matter of time."

Let alone Professor Flitwick now.

Even Voldemort, who was hiding in Professor Quirrell's body, couldn't help but secretly spy on him again.

If what Romon said is true, then it is no exaggeration to say that the list placed in front of the two (three people) at this moment can change the pattern of the wizarding world and is a terrifying endless treasure.

Professor Flitwick looked at this dense collection of nearly a hundred magic theories with no known specific effects, and he fell into a tangle of arrogance over time.

"With 17,000 Demon King Points, according to the standards here, Professor, you can choose about three to four magic theories to take away."

"Of course, my suggestion is that you can actually choose a cheaper one-time memory scroll. After all, if I remember correctly, you have no heirs or family...

When Romon said this, he paused slightly and looked at Professor Flitwick who shook his head firmly. 190

Suddenly he thought of something, and he couldn't help but look at this short, but giant-like professor in surprise and admiration.

"No, Romon, I don't need those memory scrolls, I need these theoretical knowledge that can be passed on to others, and one more thing... I am not alone. There are as many as five young wizards trained by me in the entire British wizarding world. Thousands of people."

"You are one of them. I don't have family."

Romon: "……………

If Romon could still mock Dumbledore's stupidity and hypocrisy unceremoniously in front of Dumbledore, who is known as the greatest wizard of this century.

At this moment, he looked at Professor Flitwick in front of him who had once guaranteed himself to enter the restricted book area to study.

Romon actually felt a sense of shame in this brief moment.

He used his family's inheritance as a bargaining chip to exchange precious curse theories from Romon, and brought them back for study and study, but his purpose was not to solve unstable factors like Voldemort and Romon like Dumbledore did.

His purpose is very simple, to study more meaningful spells and then teach them to his students.

This is a true Ravenclaw preacher who believes in magic and wisdom.

Looking at Professor Flitwick who was hesitantly selecting the theories from the list, Romon pondered for a moment and waved his hand casually.

The next moment, stacks of thick books suddenly erupted from the shadow of the void.

It fell in front of Professor Flitwick, and there were two piles neatly piled up.

Looking at the different color packages on these books, Professor Lodge on the side instantly understood that the books here contained at least five sets of things on the list.

"Professor Flitwick, to be honest, you are really a great professor. It is an honor for Ravenclaw to have a dean like you."

Looking at the books in front of me, I heard Romon's sincere recognition and praise.

Professor Flitwick also had a slightly sour nose and his eye sockets were slightly red.

There is no doubt that at this moment, no matter how vicious Romon is in the eyes of outsiders, or is regarded as such a cancer in the wizarding world, such a sincere recognition has made Professor Flitwick understand the nature of the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

"Romon Goldstein Kowalski, Ravenclaw is also proud of you, you are my best student."

Professor Flitwick, who was carrying a small box and walking towards the outside of the palace, paused when he reached the door.

"Romon, don't waste your talent."

"God will not allow talent and wisdom to come to one person at the same time. If it does happen, then He must (bcdc) need to entrust this person to bring some precious gifts to the world."

Looking at Flitwick leaving, Romon took a deep breath and suddenly sighed.

"Why is such a great wizard not the greatest white wizard of this century, but Dumbledore?"

"Because Dumbledore is powerful enough..."

A sinister voice came from Professor Quirrell behind him.

Romon turned around and saw this guy, who had taken off the turban on his head at some unknown time.

Looking at the ugly catfish-like face on the back of the other person's head, Romon's mouth twitched.

"Senior Tom, although I agree with your point of view, if I suddenly laugh out loud during the next conversation, please believe that I just suddenly thought of something happy and I am definitely not laughing at you. Honor.”

"Hahahaha! It's so funny! Hahahaha"

Voldemort: "…………

Take a deep breath to prevent your already weak self from being pissed off by the damn bastard in front of you.

After a brief silence, Voldemort finally spoke slowly.

He told me the purpose of looking for Romon today.

"Romon, you and I are both demon kings, I think we can..."

"excuse me!"

Voldemort had just said a few words when Romon suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him.

He had a suppressed smile on his face, and when he spoke he spoke with a face-saving mockery.

"Don't put gold on your face anymore, the devil? I am the devil, and Grindelwald is the devil. With your ghostly appearance now, can you also be called the devil?"

"Senior Tom, sometimes I really wonder, what is it about your vision and IQ that makes you feel that you are the second generation Dark Lord and you truly deserve the title?"

Voldemort had an ugly face, his eyes were squinted in anger, and his long and narrow face like a flounder became even more ridiculous.

Romon turned his head and covered his mouth: "Puff ha ha ha ha ha..."

Voldemort:

Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, became nervous and anxious, fearing that his weak master would not be able to tell the difference between the big and small kings. At this time, he controlled his body and had a head-on confrontation with the Silver Demon.

At that time, even if he wanted to turn against the water temporarily, he would kneel on the ground with his back to Romon.

"The second-generation Dark Lord, hehe...that's ridiculous."

"Dark Lord Grindelwald's influence back then stretched across Europe and America, and even had his influence in Asia.

"What about our great senior Tom Riddle? Hogwarts, the British Ministry of Magic, Azkaban? Wow, three points and one line, you are really powerful enough, and your influence has already spread beyond England.

Romon's exaggerated expression, coupled with the merciless sarcasm, made Voldemort's eyes more intense with killing intent.

However, the result of this attitude is.

Romon turned his head and covered his mouth: "Pfft hahahaha..."

"Fack! Enough! Romon Kowalski, I didn't come to you today to enjoy the same treatment as Dumbledore.

Voldemort was impotent and furious.

Romon also tried his best to hold back his laughter, but...

"Hahahaha, let me tell you something, senior Tom, don't you really think about it, and enter the Muggle film and television industry? I think you are a person with great comedy talent. If necessary, my father in the United States will There is quite a big entertainment industry, I………”

"enough!!!"

Seeing Voldemort being so humorless, Romon smacked his mouth and silently suppressed his laughter.

He waved his hand to Elizabeth who had quietly appeared here at some point, and the latter silently backed out after glancing at Voldemort with a vicious look on his face.

"Okay, the lively joking is over, so what does Senior Tom want to do with me, my junior?"

"If you want to talk about joining forces to deal with Dumbledore, then I can only ask you to leave with great regret.

"After all, Principal Dumbledore is my godfather's friend, my guiding light at Hogwarts, and my guide on the path to magic, Merlin..."

Looking at Romon, who was holding a cup of black tea and saying such shameless words of praise with a look of disdain.

Voldemort could only swallow this thought silently.

"I hope you can help me get the Sorcerer's Stone from Dumbledore."

Romon pouted.

"Then our senior Tom, what can you give?"

"what do you want?"

Romon smiled slightly: "Be my dog?"

Voldemort: "???"

"Romon Kowalski, I'm telling you something serious! Dumbledore must have been following you for a while, and you will definitely not feel good if you are being watched by this old thing!"

"Help me restore my heyday, and when I finish ruling the entire British wizarding world, I can go back and help you rule the American wizarding world..."

However, this time, Romon not only had no intention of bargaining with the other party.

The look of ridicule even appeared on his face again.

"Tom Riddle, it seems that Horcrux manufacturing has damaged your brain."

Voldemort's pupils shrank, he couldn't believe that Romon even knew about this.

However, Romon didn't care about what the other party was thinking and stood up slowly.

"Rule the wizarding world? Hehe, I'm sorry, I don't have the slightest interest in this kind of children's game of fighting for who will be their father. Helping you restore your heyday is not difficult for me."

"But, Tom, you have to understand what chips you can give. If you pay, you will get rewards, right?"

"Just like our Professor Quirrell, he gave his body for you to drive,

You always need to give him something he wants, don't you?"

Professor Quirrell's face tightened.

However, Romon has no interest in chatting with this sewer rat anymore.

I waved my hand casually, but there was no specific reaction.

The next moment, Voldemort was shocked to find that he had appeared outside the gate of the palace.

"Oh, Shet! Master, you must hide, and Dumbledore will find out here..."

Voldemort, who was about to scold Romon, chose to keep his mouth shut instantly.

Looking at Quirrell who staggered away outside the window, the corner of Romon's mouth curled up slightly.

Raise one hand.

The next moment, there was a crash.

A strange gray-green energy flame appeared in his hands.

"Hehe, Senior Tom, you reminded me, how could I have forgotten such an interesting little toy as the Horcrux?"

The next day.

In the Hogwarts dining room.

With Romon, the Silver Demon, joining Hogwarts, the house elves have clearly felt that the workload during breakfast has increased significantly.

In the past, at least a quarter of the little wizards would miss breakfast because they stayed in bed or for other reasons.

However, with the addition of the [Wizard's Book] created by Romon, Hogwarts no longer has a bedridden little wizard.

"Neville received the task of cultivating low-level potions for the Silver Demon. Fortunately, Professor Sprout can teach these things. She said that Neville is very talented in this area."

"As for me, I received the task of entering the Forbidden Forest to collect green-eyed mushrooms. Don't laugh, Harry, there is no problem with my spell..."

At the Gryffindor dining table, Seamus Frederik's eyebrows were dancing as he talked about his plans for the day.

When everyone heard that he was actually going to enter the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, they all chuckled.

Seamus is now a Gryffindor, and even a celebrity in Hogwarts.

For nothing else.

Just when others can still complete some simple [Silver Demon King Bounty Mission] by casting magic spells such as the Levitation Spell.

Then he really has nothing to do.

All magic spells will become violent and explode uncontrollably when they are in his hands.

"Simo, the Forbidden Forest is a very dangerous place, I advise you not to enter it easily.

Harry reminded him kindly, but Ronald, who was sitting aside and was completely isolated, wanted to say something, but no one paid him any attention.

During this period, because of Ronald's reckless behavior in the Romon lecture hall.

Even his two twin brothers have become much more honest and their pranks have stopped recently.

He gritted his teeth and was about to apologize to Harry and end it all.

Suddenly bursts of low cries came.

"It's Professor Romon! Professor Romon is here for breakfast."

"Silver Demon King, my god, he, he is coming towards me, woo woo woo."

"His Majesty the Silver Demon King..."

Romon walked into the restaurant with a smile. Facing the little wizards who were a little reserved but full of admiration in their eyes, he smiled and nodded, and sat down in his teacher's seat.

Soon, a famous house elf placed plates of sumptuous meals on his table.

Watching Romon quietly eating breakfast as if no one was around, even though someone wanted to come up and say hello.

In the end, due to a kind of pressure, he temporarily stopped this offensive move.

Slytherin's seat.

"Pansy, what are you doing?"

Smelling bursts of fresh fragrance coming from beside him, Draco turned his head and saw Pansy Parkinson, who was holding a teapot and a bag of carefully wrapped tea leaves. She had stopped eating breakfast and suddenly started to get busy. .

"Without a doubt, I'm taking my chances."

"Professor Romon, I heard that you like oriental green tea. My mother taught me how to make tea. I wonder if you are interested in trying it?"

Romon raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and pointed to the table in front of him.

Immediately, Pansy Parkinson, who was originally anxious and forced to be calm, could not help showing ecstasy, and hurriedly poured tea for Romon carefully.

"She doesn't look like a good girl..."

Wednesday's voice echoed in his ears, Romon smiled faintly.

"Of course, she is very similar to her mother back then, and the green tea is also very good...".