Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore looked at the angry Professor McGonagall in front of him, but for the first time, his face showed an emotion called powerlessness.

This situation, even in the face of his own wrong path, the first generation of the Dark Lord's old friend, Grindelwald, has never been.

He can always think of solutions and coping strategies for something.

This is where the wisdom of this white wizard lies.

But...

"I can't see him clearly, that child, it's like a layer of fog on his body, I can't see him at all, in what direction he is going, where he is going..."

"Minerva, that child in Romon, exudes the unknown that terrifies me!"

"Walter?!"

Professor McGonagall was immediately stunned by Dumbledore's words.

She stared blankly at the partner in front of her, this Dumbledore who she had admired and respected since she was young.

Now from his mouth, fear is spoken?

Dumbledore got up slowly.

Walking to a corner of the office, a door slowly opened.

Revealing the meditation basin he had used for years.

The wand tapped his head, and the next moment a long string of fluorescent silk representing memory was stripped off by him and thrown into the meditation basin.

When Professor McGonagall walked over, the meditation basin played a memory picture of Romon when he was still in school.

From the first grade to the sixth grade, the Extreme Silver Night...

"I didn't pay much attention to this kid, even though he was my old friend's godson, but... Obviously, this piece of gold is so bright that even if I don't know anything about it, I still know everything about him at school. "

Dumbledore murmured melancholy.

Meditation basin.

Romon enrolled in Hogwarts, Year One.

"Mr. Kowalski, Charms is a profound discipline, and it is impossible to procure it in just a few days..."

Professor McGonagall, who was standing beside Dumbledore, looked slightly solemn.

In this memory, the person who said such things to Romon was himself.

At that time, Luo Meng's face was immature, but he already had the handsome and courageous appearance he is today.

"Professor McGonagall, please consider me, but if I pass your examination, I hope you can teach me more advanced spells."

"As you wish, Mr. Kowalski, but don't expect me to let you go because of your good grades."

Romon second grade.

"Professor Flitwick, thank you for these Charms books, but... Can you give me some more difficult spell books? "

Flitwick was stunned: "Walter? You learned all this?! There are a lot of these things that only sixth graders use. "

Romon nodded and hesitated.

"Professor Flitwick, I heard that if you have the professor's guarantee, you can enter the forbidden book area to select books to borrow..."

Romon is in third grade.

Christmas dinner restaurant.

Dumbledore: "Given the unity and camaraderie shown by the Slytherin House cadets during this school year, the hard work in the classroom, and the positive efforts of everyone for the Sorting Cup. "

"I'm going to award 100 points to Slytherin House!"

Luo Meng got up instantly and waved to the classmates around him with stiff smiles on his face, as if he was receiving some reward.

And the Slytherin students, at this moment, when they clearly won the House Cup, lowered their heads one after another.

It's as if everyone is suffering some great shame.

Romon is in fourth grade.

The Potions professor ran to Dumbledore's office.

"Professor Dumbledore, you have to think of a way, really, that kid Romon is now completely beyond the scope of our teaching, and the potions he is now exposed to and studying are more dangerous and terrifying than the other!"

"If you don't get it right, I'm afraid something terrible will be made..."

"As I mean, Professor Dumbledore, please order that Romon be forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest for any gathering activities!"

Dumbledore, who was standing on the edge of the meditation basin, looked slightly gloomy.

Obviously, the words of the Potions professor back then were really true.

A bottle of absurd and terrifying, and no one has been able to crack the [Extreme Silver Night Potion] even now, directly affected the entire British wizarding world.

"It turns out that regret tastes like this."

Dumbledore sighed.

After that, in the meditation basin, things about Romon became more and more out of control.

By the time of Romon's fifth year, there were no more people at Hogwarts who could teach him on magical theory and potions.

Even the mandatory magic courses for young wizards such as Charms courses, Transfiguration Courses, Defense Against the Dark Arts courses, and Potions courses at that time, the teaching professors had given Romon complete freedom.

Even if you don't go to the classroom....

And it was from that time that Dumbledore, who saw these in his eyes, felt a layer of unknown fog shrouded in Romon from Romon's body.

"Minerva, just like you said, even an old fellow like me does not dare to say that one person against the entire British wizarding world, and even I believe that even Voldemort in his heyday will never dare, otherwise he would not need any Death Eaters to work for him..."

Dumbledore closed the meditation basin, his eyes revealing a thick sense of worry and helplessness.

"The Romon Kowalski thing, you think he's crazy, and the same, I'm the same."

"But it's a pity that I can't stop the anger of the entire British wizarding world, not to mention, it's still under the condition that Romon guy keeps pouring oil."

Looking out the window at the bleak moonlight of the night, Dumbledore sighed.

"Perhaps, Romon's decision is really not an impulsive and arrogant decision?"

......

Wiltshire, England.

Among Malfoy Manor.

Since that day when he was humiliated by Romon in public and returned to Lucius Malfoy in the manor, he gradually calmed down.

However, after a brief period of calm, an unprecedented anger burst out of his mind.

Just when the Daily Prophet sent this crazy challenge news to the streets of the entire British wizarding world, deep in the mountains and forests, and even to other wizarding circles in Europa.

In Malfoy Manor, dozens of top wizards from different wizarding families, large and small, gathered here.

Jason Vincent looked gloomy, and he also lost his face that day.

As soon as he saw Lucius come out, he couldn't wait to speak first.

"Lucius, do you have any ideas?"

Lucius took a deep breath, trying not to think of the nightmarish ugly picture he had had a few days earlier.

However, no matter how he controlled it, the moment he spoke, it still made everyone feel the humiliation and anger in his heart at the moment.

"Gentlemen, everyone is a wizard from Hogwarts, and basically all of them are Slytherins."

"I just want to say one thing."

"Our nightmare is back, and he wants to continue to rule and suppress us... And our juniors. "

"What should we do?"

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