Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Where did the Silver Demon go!?"

In the spacious arena of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the rising sun can be faintly seen on the distant horizon.

Lucius once again asked this question dissatisfied.

Being stared at by pairs of eyes full of warning, Dumbledore sat in the audience seat and shook his head very simply.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid you need to ask Mr. Romon himself. You also know that Romon has not returned to Hogwarts since this announcement was made seven days ago."

"Hmph! Dumbledore, it's best that you didn't hide that guy secretly, otherwise, we wouldn't mind letting our greatest white wizard of this century try to bear the wrath of the entire British wizarding world!"

The arena at Hogwarts is large, but even so, it is completely insufficient to accommodate such a large number of British wizards.

And with the sky between bright.

The night is completely gone.

The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest and the goblins from Gringotts also appeared here one after another.

Among the noisy voices, there were questions everywhere asking why Romon hadn't appeared yet.

On the stands, the Aurors from the United States Ministry of Magic were also here, but I don't know if they were ordered by the United States Ministry of Magic to show up.

But there is obviously no wand on the body.

Obviously, he will not interfere in today's affairs.

"Captain, what do you think about Mr. Romon? He obviously has a bright future. Oh my God, a four-star potion master. Before he appeared, the Ministry of Magic had a three-star potion master rating at most."

"I don't understand, but since the higher-ups have given up on Mr. Romon, we are just happy and free. However, those pure-blood wizard families are in trouble. The squibs at home are completely hopeless."

"Hmph, that's much better than being a gunman for this stupid brat."

"Kid? Hahaha, don't look at his appearance, he is already in his twenties and almost thirty years old..."

The wizards were discussing, but Captain Smith, the leader, frowned.

For some reason, the expression of Romon who was closest to him that day in his mind did not seem to mean that he wanted to use the power of the United States Ministry of Magic.

However, looking at the densely packed scene in front of me, there were at least nearly 30,000 wizards.

Smith finally shook his head.

"It seems that I have thought too much. Without the help of the power of the American wizarding community, if I want to fight against the entire British wizarding community, even the troubled Dark Lord will never be able to do it..."

"Where is the Silver Demon King! Did he abscond out of fear of crime!?"

At this moment, a huge roar of questioning suddenly resounded throughout the arena.

Everyone followed the sound.

However, they saw a man dressed as a dark wizard, casting a loudspeaker spell while looking madly in the direction of Dumbledore and others, asking questions loudly.

Seeing no one answered, an even more angry roar sounded again.

"Where is the Silver Lord!?"

"Dumbledore! Hand over the Silver Devil, otherwise Hogwarts will be destroyed today!"

The golden morning sun shone on the arena, but it was like falling flames, igniting the "explosive barrels" present.

"Hand over the Silver Demon King! Pay the blood debt with blood!"

"Hand over the Silver Demon King! Pay the blood debt with blood!"

"Hand over the Silver Demon King! Pay the blood debt with blood!"

The loud protests and threats grew louder and louder, and more and more people followed the shouts.

Looking at these wizards holding wands, who may attack Dumbledore and others on the stage at any time, even Voldemort, who is hiding in the dark, is currently possessing Professor Quirrell.

I also felt a strong chill.

Horrible, this situation is really terrible!

For a moment, Voldemort couldn't help but feel nervous. His resurrection plan might require more Death Eaters to join him.

The more wizards who join the Death Eaters, the fewer enemies he will have to face in the future.

And seeing the British wizards, their emotions are obviously getting more and more out of control, and even some people who were not so radical in the past, under the background of this atmosphere.

Everyone's face turned red and they raised the wands in their hands.

Loud and angry questions.

"Hand over the Silver Demon King! Blood for blood!" The roar spread throughout Hogwarts, and even spread throughout the surrounding Forbidden Forest, causing the magical creatures inside to become restless.

Seeing this scene, Romon's godfather Newt Scamander and others also expressed despair.

In this case, words have completely lost their effect.

No amount of persuasion can change the will of so many people.

Just when the situation was gradually getting out of control, someone was already preparing to destroy Hogwarts.

"Wow!"

At the moment when Dumbledore and the others were completely tense, something like a hurricane suddenly roared past from the sky.

The bright sunshine in the early morning was suddenly enveloped by a layer of dark clouds coming from the sky.

The fierce and strong wind blew down on the arena at the moment when the sky darkened.

The powerful wind blew everyone on the stage screaming and swaying, and the fierce crowd below screamed and practiced.

"Wortfalk?!"

"What happened? Why did the sky suddenly change?!"

"This is too fast!"

Just as everyone was exclaiming, the smiles of Lucius and others, whose faces were full of excitement and passion a moment ago, suddenly froze on the spot.

The sky became dark.

It was obviously early morning, but now it seemed like dusk.

What made everyone's hearts suddenly shrink was that a familiar figure appeared in everyone's sight without anyone expecting it.

Silver Devil!

Romon Kowalski!

As for Wednesday, the little Goth Lolita who was held in his arms by his side, was ignored by everyone.

"Hand over the Silver Demon King, pay with blood... Hehe, what a passionate welcome call, senior Lucius, I saw you were so excited before, it seems that you planned all of this, right?"

Romon stepped on a roaring tornado in the void, slowly falling from the dark clouds in the sky.

In the surrounding air, roaring thunder flashed from time to time.

Wearing a jet black suit and leather shoes, he also wore a four-star Potion Master's cloak awarded by the United States Ministry of Magic.

The wind roared loudly.

A layer of cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of Lucius and others inadvertently.

In an attic at Hogwarts.

Voldemort's pupils shrank and he felt the aura emanating from Romon's body.

exclaimed.

"This is impossible!"

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