Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

[Dear British Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge

We have been opposed to the outcome of your Ministry of Magic's treatment of our country's outstanding wizard Mr. Romon back then.

But obviously, it is unfair for your country to make a fuss about this incident, which did not cause much actual damage.

The shameless detention of Mr. Romon Goldstein Kowalski for thirteen years is a serious provocation to the dignity of the United States Ministry of Magic, and we can no longer tolerate it.

Here, on behalf of the United States Department of Magic, I would like to officially announce that this written submission represents our ultimatum.

Immediately release Mr. Romon Goldstein Kowalski, a subordinate of the United States Ministry of Magic and the best potion master of this century, and be sure to ensure all his legal and reasonable activities in your jurisdiction.

We were unable to receive a satisfactory reply within seven days of the letter being delivered.

I am sorry to inform you, Minister Connery, that you will be honored to add to your resume in office and set off the outstanding deeds of the war between the wizarding world between Britain and the United States.

May Merlin’s wisdom come to you

-Donald.Understand-]

"Waterfa!? This is impossible!!!"

After reading the contents of the letter, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead.

His face was pale and his eyes were wide open, staring at Dumbledore in disbelief at the old god in front of him.

Gritting teeth.

"This is absolutely impossible! That brat, no, even if you include the family behind him and Newt Scamander! There is absolutely no way you can let the American Ministry of Magic stand up for them!"

"This is impossible!"

Listening to the other party's hoarse roar, Dumbledore just shook his head gently.

There was a hint of memory in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about something in the past.

sigh.

"Fudge, you know that even I can't fake the letter markings of the American Ministry of Magic. They are even better at this than we are..."

"To a certain extent, Fudge, you really don't understand what the child Romon actually represents. What you see in front of you is the fact. If you continue to imprison him, the United States Ministry of Magic will definitely go to war over it."

Fudge: "..."

Holding the letter in his hand with a tangled expression, he paced back and forth in the office.

Today Dumbledore really brought him a big problem that really put him in a dilemma.

By releasing Romon, he will definitely offend the entire British wizarding community, and even the entire European wizarding community.

But not releasing Romon... caused a war in the wizarding world during his tenure.

Then he is even cooler.

Finally, after walking around for who knows how many times, when even Dumbledore was about to finish the snacks on his desk, Fudge paused.

Gritting his teeth, he stared at each other.

"Dumbledore, why, I need to know why the American wizarding community would send me such a strong threat to declare war for such a brat! I need to know the reason!"

Seeing that the situation is almost over.

Dumbledore also smiled slightly, and under the gaze of the other party, he took out a crystal amethyst potion bottle the size of an egg from his arms.

Placed in front of Fudge.

"Look at it, how beautiful it is. Even Severus has to praise it. It is the work of our Mr. Romon. From the notes he left at home, we know that the name of this potion is [Merlin's Second Visit at Midnight]. ..."

Fudge: "..."

Fudge, who was still immersed in this beauty, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth after hearing the name.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"It's indeed his style..."

"But what effect does this potion have?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, looked at the potion bottle, his eyes flickered, and murmured.

"Just like its name, the second chance Merlin gives to wizards, Fudge...how many squibs are there in the British wizarding world?"

When the word squib came out of Dumbledore's mouth, Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

"You mean?!"

Dumbledore nodded, pointed at the potion bottle in front of him, and murmured.

"This potion can give Squibs a second chance, allowing them to re-ignite a surge of magic and become a true wizard. Although a person only has one chance, but... Fudge, you must understand now why the United States Will the magic world be so excited?"

Fudge nodded, took a breath, and then sat down on the chair weakly.

The brain is a little blank.

Just like the birth of the United States, the birth of the American wizarding world was naturally born out of Europe. Some pure-blood families who didn't get along well moved to the United States.

It gradually developed to what it is today.

In the American wizarding world, the number of squibs in wizard families is much higher than here.

"No wonder, if the formula and preparation method of this potion are obtained, the power of the entire American wizarding world will at least double..."

Dumbledore nodded.

Fudge gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time before finally speaking again.

"I can let him be released from prison early, but... Dumbledore, one thing I want to make clear is that the United States Ministry of Magic calls it, let us ensure the safety of that brat Romon."

Fudge shook his head: "We can't do it. There are more people who want to kill him than there are Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic. And to put it bluntly, even our Aurors don't have no one who wants to kill him." he."

Dumbledore coughed dryly and nodded.

"Don't worry, I will communicate this with the other side. You know, they are very realistic. They only want the formula of the potion."

"As for Romon's safety, I will make arrangements for him."

Just as the two of them were rushing towards Azkaban from the British Ministry of Magic.

Meanwhile, Azkaban.

A "bang" sound, like the sound of a red wine cork being opened, came from the potion bottle in Romon's hand.

In the dark pharmacy room, Romon and the strange snake Elizabeth at his feet were looking at the pharmacy bottles in front of them with fascination.

It was like a white storm swirling in the potion bottle, crystal clear and shining slightly.

Romon smelled the smell of the potion, and it was exactly the same as the situation simulated in his mind.

"Elizabeth, I think we really succeeded this time..."

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