Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"This Muggle will destroy these originally excellent Durmstrang wizards..."

Carrow, one of the few witches who was a member of the Wiccan Party, spoke angrily, but her voice was so pitiful that even people two or three steps away from her couldn't even hear what she was saying.

Standing next to Carrow, Wenda Rozier, the French Black Rose, was looking at the field with a frown on her face, with a look of interest on her face, just like a Muggle military instructor, using her words that were completely eye-catching. Jacob, the Muggle, trained these wizards in a way he didn't understand.

Let the wizard learn melee combat, exercise physical strength, and exercise endurance...

This kind of behavior of wasting precious time on this kind of thing is not only Wenda's, but also intends to use Durmstrang Magic Academy as the foundation to train and recruit more outstanding wizards and people who join the Witch Cult Party Deeply dissatisfied.

Similarly, the burly men from the Durmstrang Academy of Magic who were being trained by Jacob at the moment were reaching the limit of their patience.

In addition to being very famous in the wizarding world for teaching black magic, Durmstrang Academy of Magic also has two criticisms, which have also left it a name that cannot be ignored in the wizarding world.

One is to cultivate the first generation of Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald.

The other is... Durmstrang Academy of Magic is all pure-blood wizards, and there are no mixed-bloods. It is precisely because of this that the attitude towards Muggles and mixed-bloods, Durmstrang Academy of Magic, shows is particularly extreme.

And just when Wenda Rosier and the others were thinking about how to restrict this Muggle's misbehavior.

Suddenly, a violent voice suddenly came from the training ground.

"boom!"

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, a team member who was asked by Jacob to carry a weight and run around the field suddenly threw the weight on his body with a bang on the ground in anger.

"That's enough! Damn Muggles, I don't know what benefits you gave that bastard Karkaroff, but I will definitely teach you a lesson today. We are noble wizards, we... …

"Bang! Uh...

Before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly seemed to have been attacked by something.

He instantly arched his body, his legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground, clutching his stomach. Jacob, who was not far away from the other party, looked at the angry eyes around him.

But he had already expected that something like this would happen today, and similarly, Romon, who sent him here for vacation, naturally also thought of this early.

Jacob seemed to be downplaying it, but there was still obvious excitement in his eyes. He faintly turned the revolver in his hand around the wall painting and put it into the holster on his waist.

"However, I regret to tell you some unfortunate news. Now you noble wizards really have no chance to resist here..."

Jacob smiled slightly, looking like the boss of a black family in Italy, and gave it a casual attitude.

Then, standing behind him, the assassins of the Ghost Corps created by Romon instantly appeared in front of the guy who made the rude remarks just now, and picked him up like a chicken in front of everyone.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jacob walked up to the other party and looked at the other party's face that was distorted by pain.

Hehehe smiled.

"I know that most of the people at Durmstrang Magic Academy, including your principal, are from the Polar Bear side, and they will only obey those who are stronger than you."

Look at the "you have the guts to kill me" expression on the other person's face.

Jacob smiled disdainfully.

His experiences are not ordinary for ordinary Muggles, including World War I, the Great Depression, and then Romon, the son of God who can be called the reincarnation of God, became a business tycoon.

Naturally, there were not a few polar bears that came into contact with him. Looking at the very tough guy in front of him, he didn't say anything. The next moment, he motioned to the two members of the Ghost Corps on the side to let go of each other.

Then he threw the alchemy tool [Invisible Revolver] made by Romon on his waist to the ground.

"Okay now, come on, noble wizard, show your strength..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the disguised wizard Durmstrang in front of him roared angrily and pulled out his wand.

"Boom! Bang!"

The light of the magic wand emitted, the sound of the curse exploded, and then...

Under the astonished gazes of everyone not far away, the wizard flew backwards on the spot like a cannonball.

On the other hand, Jacob, who should have been knocked down by the curse, was standing intact with an innocent look on his face.

The wizard from Durmstrang Academy of Magic had already rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious.

Facing the shocked and confused eyes around him, Jacob just shrugged.

"...Unfortunately, I do not know how to use magic spells, but...your magic spells have no effect on me."

With that said, Jacob stepped forward and picked up his revolver, looking at the big man in the training ground, the smile on his face was full of teasing.

"Is there any classmate who still wants to try to break the Silver Devil's protection spell?"

"This is really a great opportunity to become famous instantly..."

"Walter?! The Silver Devil's protection spell?!"

Hearing the shocked gasps of the people around him, Jacob's face showed the pleasure of pretending to be successful. To be honest, at this moment, he really felt that he had taken his wife to all over the world before. Vacation travel or something.

Compared to showing off in front of these wizards now, it's not much fun at all.

Not to mention his father, Jacob finally revealed his identity as "the father of the silver property owner" at Durmstrang Magic Academy, just like the big boss's true identity was decrypted.

At this moment, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, on the top floor of the Palace of Truth.

Romon's body was lying flat on a big bed, breathing steadily, but at this moment, Elizabeth and others were sitting in a circle.

"I said, can you stop surrounding my body in such a weird way, and Wednesday! Don't close my hands! I'm not dead yet!"

A shadow with a sense of unreality was floating in the room at this moment.

However, several people who heard this voice have completely lost the ability to think, even though Romon successfully cast [Spell Soul] to "separate their souls from their bodies."

More than ten minutes have passed, and several people still have not been able to recover from this shocking method.

Elizabeth stretched out her hand, and a pair of jade hands passed through Romon's soul without any accident.

However, the words that came out of his mouth made Romon unable to vomit blood.

"It's a pity that I can't touch it, otherwise if I were with two owners...".