Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

A rustling sound came from the restricted book area of ​​the Hogwarts library.

Ronald was holding an oil lamp and wearing the invisibility cloak that originally belonged to Harry, looking for something from one bookshelf to another.

Although now with the new principal Romon taking office, the books in the forbidden book area are no longer as "forbidden books" as before. They only need to complete the corresponding basic spell exam, and then complete the assessment given by the professors of the respective colleges.

You can borrow it freely.

But this prerequisite is not something Ronald can achieve today.

Ronald's goal is very clear, to find the powerful black magic here, learn to master it, and then adapt to and become proficient in his own painful curses through the experience gained in the process of learning these black magics.

Proficient in mastering the power generated when the spell is released, and at the same time controlling the evil thoughts in one's heart, one can use these strong evil thoughts as a tool for free control in one's hands.

These theories were what he read from some books he borrowed from the [Silver Demon King's Library] during this period.

However, just as Ronald was seriously searching for the forbidden book he needed, a faint strange sound came from a corner of the forbidden book area.

"Click"

There was a sound like something falling to the ground, which made Ronald nervous.

Carefully put the black magic book you just picked up back into the bookshelf.

Stepping cautiously, he moved toward the direction of the sound.

"Idiot! Be careful! If you can't do such a small thing well, what's the use of you?"

Amidst the strange and strange scolding, a figure bent down in an awkward manner and hurriedly picked up the fallen books on the ground.

When Ronald saw this figure, his eyes could not help but become slightly dazed.

It turned out to be the professor in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell, who stuttered, was submissive, and was even able to be stunned by a giant monster!

"Zero Seven-Three" However, at this time, the latter was bending down in a panic to pick up something on the ground.

He responded in a low voice full of fear.

It was like he was apologizing to a big shot that scared him so much.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm useless. I, I'll take care of it right away. The magic stone must be here. We've almost found it in other areas...

"Hmph! Damn it Dumbledore, where did he hide the thing? Did he carry it with him and was taken away by that guy?!"

The weird sound came again.

Ronald couldn't help but cover his mouth and hold his breath nervously.

His eyes were fixed on the direction where the voice came from.

There, there is the first coin on Professor Quirrell's head.

Everything he saw tonight made him instantly realize that Professor Quirrell, who didn't even stutter when he spoke, must be hiding a huge secret.

And I heard the keyword "Magic Stone" mentioned in the other party's mouth and that weird voice.

Ronald couldn't help but think of a terrible conjecture in his mind.

When the theft occurred in Gringotts before, he heard Harry casually say that the items originally stored in the empty vault that had been stolen had been taken out by Hagrid in advance.

And the thing inside is most likely the "Magic Stone" in this weird intersection in front of you.

And when he thought about the introduction of the Philosopher's Stone in some of the books he read during this period, Ronald's heart couldn't help but beat violently.

A terrible fact occurred to him.

Standing in front of me is the second generation Dark Lord who has infiltrated Hogwarts!

Voldemort!

The legendary dark wizard who almost died in an accident at the hands of Harry Potter, the savior.

Voldemort!

Almost instinctively, Ronald could not help but tremble and slowly began to retreat, his eyes filled with fear as he wanted to leave from here.

However, at this time, another gloomy voice came suddenly from the other side of the bookshelf.

"What are you doing?"

Ronald was startled and turned around, only to see Snape in the darkness, dressed in black robes that had not changed for decades, with a wand casting a fluorescent spell in his hand.

With a gloomy look on his face, he looked at Professor Quirrell, who was holding a dark magic book and was obviously looking for something.

Nervously, he moved his body closer to the bookshelf and made way for the two of them to make way for an aisle.

Ronald almost felt like he was going to die here today.

Quirrell, who had never thought that Snape, who had not been on night patrol for a long time, would suddenly start patrolling today, looked at Snape, who was holding up his wand and looking gloomy.

He also hurriedly threw aside the magic book in his hand in panic.

"Ahem, Si, Professor Snape, ah, I mean, good evening, I didn't expect you, you haven't slept yet..."

Looking at Professor Quirrell, who was obviously not stuttering, but was able to get into a state of mind the moment he was discovered, Ronald couldn't help but look at the hidden Death Eater in front of him with admiration.

Seeing Snape walking slowly, Ronald was so nervous that he shrank his body to avoid being touched by him.

"What are you doing here? I think you'd better have a reasonable explanation, otherwise..."

Snape took a few steps forward, but without hesitation, he touched Quirrell's neck with the wand in his hand.

Seeing the other party's unfailing expression, Quirrell immediately raised his hands nervously.

When he spoke again, there was even a natural cry in his voice begging for mercy.

"No! Professor Snape, please let me go. I, I'm really too nervous. The professor evaluation period that Principal Romon mentioned is coming soon. I... I really want to get a good ranking."

"Please, please let me go this time. I, I just want to teach some more profound knowledge about magic..."

Snape said nothing, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk observing something on the other person's body.

However, with Voldemort's strength, even though the opponent was now seriously injured and dying.

But it wasn't Snape who could find out the clues.

Although I felt that there was always something weird about Professor Quirrell in front of me, but when I saw him, he was so frightened that his whole body was shaking like chaff when he was pointed at by his wand.

Based on Snape's understanding of Voldemort, the other party would never find such a useless waste as a force to infiltrate Hogwarts.

With a cold snort, Snape slowly put away the wand in his hand, looked at Professor Quirrell with a gloomy look for a while, and finally let him go temporarily.

"Although Professor Romon has allowed you to borrow books from the restricted area,... Professor Quirrell, as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, if you openly teach dark magic to the wizards at Hogwarts."

"Professor McGonagall and I will never let you go!"

Without waiting for Quirrell to say anything, Snape then patrolled around for a week, and finally slowly walked out of the restricted book area under the nervous gaze of Ronald and Quirrell.

The footsteps became farther and farther away until they were no longer heard at all.

"..."

Ronald just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, his whole body couldn't help but stiffen.

Damn it! Why didn’t you take advantage of the opportunity just now and escape from here?!

Feeling that Professor Quirrell was also relaxed and even prepared to continue searching for the Philosopher's Stone here, Ronald swallowed a sip of saliva.

Carefully, he took one step, two steps, three steps towards the exit of the forbidden book area...

Suddenly, just when Ronald was watching, he was about to leave the forbidden book area and escape from the shadow of the Dark Lord, the next moment, a suppressed and sharp warning suddenly came from behind him.

"Who's there!? Come out!"

As soon as he turned around, the next moment Professor Quirrell seemed to sense something. The original timidity and hesitation in his eyes disappeared, and his body suddenly flew towards Ronald.

"Damn stinky rat, come out!"

Feeling the terrifying magic power emanating from the other person's body, Ronald reacted almost instinctively. Ronald's eyes changed instantly, and at the same time, he blurted out a series of obscure spells in his mouth.

"ah!!!"

The next moment, Quirrell, who was rushing towards Ronald like a falcon hunting a rabbit, suddenly felt as if he had suddenly suffered some terrible attack in mid-air.

The body suddenly straightened up and fell to the ground.

His head lay on the ground, his eyes seemed to be locked, and he stared straight into the "void" in front of him, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

However, this scream was only for a moment, but it was suddenly blocked by the turban on his head that seemed to come alive.

"That's enough! You'll attract that guy Snape back!"

Voldemort's warning made Ronald hesitate for a moment and slowly stopped chanting the curse.

However, his body instantly opened a large distance from the opponent.

Quirrell looked at his body twitching, and then the hood on his head opened, revealing the terrifying face on the back of his head, although he didn't understand what was going on.

However, Ronald has basically determined that the one taking over control of Quirrell's body must be the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Kid, stop hiding your head. You are not Harry Potter. Why do you have an invisibility cloak? You are not an obedient little wizard coming to a place like the forbidden book area at this time."

"I think we need to have a chat."

In Voldemort's gloomy voice, Ronald's situation was instantly guessed.

After hesitating for a moment, Ronald carefully took off the invisibility cloak on his body, revealing his head, but he also looked as if he was ready to flee the scene at any time.

"Oh? Redhead, Weasley, I know you, the brat who quit the Weasley family. I have to say that you are very worthy of praise for this. In that kind of environment, even the seeds of natural strength will be buried. In the dirt.”

Voldemort's flounder-like eyes stared at Ronald's face.

When he looked at the other person's alert eyes and open mouth, obviously ready to cast the spell given to him by the Silver Demon Lord Romon at any time, Voldemort hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

"I know you, Ronald, don't be so nervous. You can also see that I am not some glorious Dark Lord now. I pose no threat to you. Relax..."

As he said that, as if to prove his harmlessness, he slowly turned around in front of Ronald...

God knows, Ronald was extremely nervous at this moment, but Voldemort in front of him was even more cautious.

For no other reason than Ronald's [Soul Curse·Painful Curse] just now, it was a direct blow to the soul, although this kind of blow would not cause irreversible damage to the target within a short period of time.

It can only be said that it will cause the other party extreme pain and thus lose combat effectiveness.

But...that's not something Voldemort can risk now.

Especially after the inexplicable soul suffered another blow.

Are you looking for the Philosopher's Stone, the kind of thing that can restore you to your heyday? So, Dark Lord, were you more powerful in your heyday, or are you the Silver Lord now, Professor Romon, who is more powerful?

?"

Voldemort watched Ronald calm down and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, he was asked a question by the other party, which made him feel a little helpless.

After thinking for a moment, he just nodded.

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone, I do need that thing now, but... you have also seen that there is nothing here. As for the heyday... I only

I can say that at the level of black magic, I can compete with the Silver Devil. "

Ronald: "...I can feel some sincerity on your part.

Voldemort:

Regarding Ronald's reaction, Voldemort was speechless and a little angry, but the reality was that Dumbledore, who could beat him to the point of running away, was now beaten by Romon.

He was kicked out of Hogwarts in embarrassment and became a wanted criminal in the British wizarding world.

How could he, Dumbledore's defeated general, brag about himself in front of Romon?

However, the next moment, Ronald suddenly asked a question that confused him.

"Dark Lord, since you are so confident in your dark magic, do you want to try to cooperate with me?"

Voldemort was stunned, but at this moment, Ronald seemed to be a different person. After taking a deep breath, his eyes were full of calmness and rationality.

"I am a student of Hogwarts. There is no doubt that I have a greater advantage when I move around in Hogwarts. And I also have an invisibility cloak. No matter whether the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts or not, I have a greater advantage."

Watts, I will help you find it, it will be easier than Quirrell. "

"Moreover..."

Ronald paused slightly and looked seriously at Voldemort, who was in front of him.

"Professor Romon must know that you are at Hogwarts, but you are still acting like this. It can only be said that Professor Romon has no intention of helping you... If I

If you are strong enough, I can exchange it from the Palace of Truth for a magic potion that can save you."

Ronald's words made Voldemort look at the red-haired Weasley in a different light.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that Romon Kowalski is indeed very good at changing a person. No one in your family can be as good as you."

Such thoughts. "

Seeing Ronald not speaking, Voldemort suddenly asked.

"Aren't you worried if I find an opportunity to kill you or control you with the Dementioning Curse? You know, you are only a first-year wizard."

2.9 Ronald snorted coldly, with no trace of fear in his eyes.

"Professor Romon not only taught me a powerful spell, but also taught me a truth."

“The greater the risk, the higher the reward!”

"What I want cannot be obtained by handing your head to the Ministry of Magic. I need to take greater risks. If you think you can control me, you can

Go ahead and do it, but don't die in my hands. "

"Voldemort!"

Hearing that Ronald dared to say his name so forcefully, Voldemort couldn't help but have a ferocious smile on his face.

"Fine! Well, Ronald, I look forward to your performance. As for what you want... someone will give it to you.

After returning control of his body to Quirrell, he watched the latter stagger away.

After Ronald held on for a short while, he finally fell to the ground with a snap.

His pale face was covered with sweat.

The crazy experience tonight, even now that Voldemort is gone, Ronald's mind is filled with his incredible experiences.

"Waterfa, you are simply crazy, Ronald, for cooperating with the Dark Lord...how dare you?!"

His body was paralyzed and his strength was exhausted. Ronald finally got up from the ground with difficulty.

Until Ronald woke up from bed the next morning with dark circles under his eyes, he still hadn't recovered from what happened last night.

"It's a dream... hmm?"

Mumbling in his mouth, Ronald just got up from the bed, but his pupils shrank sharply the next moment.

Beside his pillow, at some point, there was a dark magic book quietly placed.

"Watershit......"

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PS: Hey, I can’t get my book scores up. The author went to see Jay Chou’s concert today. Will there be any update on Chapter 3? I’ll discuss it later. I’m sorry to all the readers. .