Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

There were too many people here today.

The Arthur Weasley family discovered this, and there were naturally many people like them.

Even Fudge, Minister of Magic, frowned instantly after seeing this scene.

"What's the matter, I obviously arranged for someone to be on duty, my God, this is obviously the entire Ministry of Magic people are coming!"

In the whispered reproach, the secretary also looked uneasy.

Keep bowing and apologizing.

"Professor Dumbledore, there shouldn't be something wrong, right, now everyone's attention is on the Silver Demon King..."

Dumbledore, who was sitting next to him, did not speak, but there was also a faint uneasiness in his expression, but fortunately, he thought that that something had been taken out of Gringotts by himself.

Dumbledore also relaxed a little.

"Mr. Minister, everyone is here, today the entire British wizarding world, all wizards with a certain strength, have all been present, just after this side is over, let the Aurors return to their respective posts as soon as possible." "

Fudge nodded and said nothing more.

However, at the moment in a place he does not know.

In a place in the corner of the scene, Professor Quirrell was cowering here in a very low presence, barely attracting anyone's attention.

"Master, Gringotts, I saw the people of Gringotts, I heard that the Silver Lord did not return their Norwegian spinosaurus, and the current Gringotts is afraid ..."

Quirrell whispered.

And Voldemort, who was hidden in his body, was equally excited to discover this at this moment.

Just as he wondered if Quirrell should leave here now and set off to Gringotts to steal the Philosopher's Stone he needed.

"Boom".

As if a gust of wind suddenly slammed the door on the side of the hall, Romon was wearing a four-star potions master cloak, like a lion patrolling the territory.

Suddenly broke in.

When he was watched, the familiar expression on his face, like the other party's signature proud expression when he was studying at Hogwarts, made all the Slytherins on the scene tighten their hearts.

Walking to the podium, Romon looked around.

Suddenly, in the direction of his gaze, the wizards all stood up nervously from their seats, one by one or bowed to him to show their respect.

Or obediently took off the hat on his head and saluted.

The gentleman's courtesy has been extreme, just like the Europa nobles of the last century, one by one, they managed their expressions and demeanor to the extreme.

It was as if a month ago, also at Hogwarts, waving his wand at Romon in the gladiatorial arena, frantically chanting spells, and clamoring to kill his people, it was completely unrelated to them on the scene now.

"Why does this way of appearing always give me a very familiar feeling?"

Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione, muttered softly.

Hermione, on the other hand, was already sitting upright, looking at Romon on the stage with a serious face, and at a young age, the obsession in her eyes had become quite intense.

No one paid attention to Ron, making him pout, and then looked in Harry's direction.

"Poor Harry... What kind of serious illness did Snape commit today, he couldn't have been cursed, right?"

At the moment, not far from their side, close to the Slytherin location.

Harry was like a quail, sitting in his place with a nervous appearance, like a suspect at the scene of the trial, his chest straightened and his head up.

And to his left was the Head of Slytherin, Snape Severus.

On the other side of him, Draco was staring at himself strangely with a strange gaze.

"Sitting in our Slytherin area makes you feel bad?

Harry didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, as soon as Draco's words fell, a hand behind him knocked him the head.

"Draco, shut your mouth, take out your pen and paper, every word that Professor Romon tells next, you have to write it down for me, don't waste such an expensive opportunity and time in life on stupid Potter..."

Harry Potter: "..."

He always felt that Draco's father, Lucius, had something else to mean in his mockery.

Fortunately, at this time, Luo Meng, who was standing on the podium, finally slowly spoke under the expectant gaze of everyone.

"Many familiar faces, some getting older and some getting older, but the only thing that remains unchanged is your unchanged strength... Thirteen years, when I see you again. "

"Do you know what else you've made me see besides your eyes that can't wait to tear me to shreds?"

The scene was silent.

Draco had rustled quickly using the magic quill and recorded it.

That serious look elicited a satisfied nod from Lucius in the seat behind him.

At least in this regard, regardless of whether his son understands the profound magic knowledge of General Romon next, this attitude will definitely not make Luo Meng, who likes face, embarrassed him.

On the stage, Luo Meng's face slowly showed a strong color of contempt.

"Books, piles of dust, wrapped in layers of cobwebs, are full of decay, and almost repeated to the point of maddeningly decaying books. "

"You all seem to be soaked in that strange smell of slurry!"

Lucius took a deep breath.

This damn familiarity once again came to his heart, this extreme contempt, as if they were all a pile of useless garbage, once again forcefully rolled back from his memories.

It's just that more than ten years ago, the entire Slytherin students were not convinced.

Then, they were lying on the ground, their eyes occupied by Romon's shiny leather shoes, and they heard these words.

Now, they can already sit here.

This change in posture not only did they not feel a trace of humiliation from Luo Meng's disdainful insults, but even at this moment, there was a morbid satisfaction.

Jason Vincent, who was sitting next to Lucius, was even more comfortable, and actually leaned back.

And unlike the Slytherins who were so madly ravaged by Romon that they were almost numb during their time at Hogwarts, at this moment, several other houses at Hogwarts, especially the Ravenclaw wizards who had a general pursuit of knowledge.

But it was a frown.

"What does this mean? Is he mocking the great crystallization of wisdom?"

Professor Flitwick's face was puzzled, and the unhappiness that flashed between his eyebrows was even more seen by the surrounding Ravenclaw students.

However, no one dared to interrupt Romon at this time.

"Magic is free, it is an art that cannot be restrained, even if it is used to fight the bloodiest battles, what exists between the surge of magic and the chanting of spells, must be art..."

Unprecedented remarks, coming out of Romon's mouth.

"However, how many years have passed since the three unforgivable curses were created?"

"All of you present can be frightened on the spot when you hear the name of the Dark Lord, but what exactly did the Dark Lord do?

"Does Grindelwald have any powerful exclusive black magic?"

"Or did Tom Riddle create powerful dark magic capable of destroying the entire wizarding world?"

At the scene, on the Slytherin side, who was still relatively calm, Lucius and the others' faces changed instantly, and one by one, the bodies that had just relaxed were instantly tense.

That man's name, Romon could actually say it in public, in an almost undisguised tone of contempt.

Moreover, not only the second generation of the Dark Lord Voldemort, but even the first generation of the Dark Lord, Grindelwald, has become a clown-like character in his mouth.

The hand under Dumbledore's desk clenched angrily.

As a good friend of Grindelwald, being so almost pointed at the nose that his friend is a deceitful garbage, even if Dumbledore is good, it is false not to be angry at the moment.

And Professor Quirrell, who was hiding in the corner at the moment, was already completely nervous and shrunk into a ball of fear.

Inside him, Voldemort was silent. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

This silence represents the anger of wanting to pinch Romon on the stage to death.

However, just when the little wizards looked confused and whispered to the adults around them, Tom Riddle, who are Grindelwald, the two big men in black and white in the British wizarding world, Dumbledore and Voldemort, wanted to kill Romon on the spot.

A series of names came out of Romon's mouth.

"Enzo Awada, inventor of Avadaso. "

"The invincible Andros, the guardian of the gods, has since transformed the wizards and the dementors into hunters and prey. "

"The ancient Greek dark wizard Hyperor, the creator of black magic, a great being, I would like to ask, Slytherin wizards, how many people know his name?"

"He's the world's first parseltongue, not Salazar Slytherin as you call him. "

"Why are these powerful wizards who invented truly terrible spells forgotten by you, and the guys who can only master these dark magic with the talent given by the so-called Merlin can make you see Satan one by one?"

There was silence.

Romon laughed again.

"For hundreds of years, the weapons of the Muggle world have changed from swords, guns and spears to today's stalwart cannons, and even the Muggles you least look at can fly in the sky, but what about our great wizards and gentlemen?"

"They will still be old, sick and dead. "

"They still need to wave their wands when they fight. "

"Even the Dark Lord who scared you out of your guts could only stutter, chanting the Death Curse that had existed hundreds of years ago... Awada nibbles on big melons~"

Romon pouted, comically stretched out a hand and cocked a little finger.

As if holding a magic wand in his hand, he was releasing Avadaso's life-like posture, which instantly made many dark wizards on the scene break their defenses.

Looking at everyone at the scene, they looked aggrieved and ashamed, and the corners of Luo Meng's mouth were slightly hooked.

I was about to say something, but suddenly it was like I saw something.

Eyes flicker.

The next moment, the whole person did not see any movement, and turned into a cloud of black smoke in place and instantly dissipated.

"What an intoxicating pair of eyes, this dark green, like the light of a death spell when he killed his mother... Professor Snape, maybe you don't know, I'm also very good at alchemy. "

"Why don't I help you make these Harry Potter eyes into a pair of pendants?"

The abrupt sound sounded in his ears, instantly making Snape's hair stand upside down, and at the same time it also startled the Malfoys who were sitting on the side.

"Boom!"

Jason and the other Slytherin wizards who had been bullied by Romon were instantly seated.

Above the forehead, bean-sized sweat began to seep and slip down.

However, Romon didn't even have any interest in dealing with them, staring playfully at Snape, whose pupils contracted violently in front of him.

A hand lightly rested on Harry Potter's eyebrows under the other's horrified gaze.

On the two fingers, the pitch-black magic fluctuations instantly made everyone around them breathe tightly.

"As the legendary potions master of the British wizarding world, the Head of Slytherin, our Professor Snape has no interest in what I have to say, on the contrary, these eyes seem to be more attractive. "

Snape looked at the evil smile that bloomed on Romon's face, and his expression changed in an instant.

“No！"

"Ah! my eyes! My eyes!"

Looking at the pair of contracted dark green pupils in Romon's hands, and Harry Potter who was crying loudly in fear, in an instant, the entire scene was in an uproar.

"Professor Romon, what exactly have you done?!

Beside Dumbledore, Fudge stood up with a changed expression, just about to say something.

But I saw Luo Meng with one hand in mid-air, gently squeezing the other party.

The next moment, the latter was shocked to find that his mouth could not be opened.

Dumbleley on the side changed his expression for more than 740, and hurriedly cast a spell, wanting to relieve the other party's embarrassment, but he was shocked to find that the released spell [Curse Stop] had no effect at all.

At this moment, Romon ignored the panicked and screaming Harry Potter, one hand on Snape's shoulder, holding a pair of dark green eyes that seemed to be staring straight at Snape.

"How helpless, presumably Lily back then, oh yes, Lily Potter, must be very helpless, right?"

"Poor potions master, for more than ten years, the corpses have decayed and disappeared, and what our Professor Snape studies every day is still an old elixir... Hehe. "

"Why not try to revive her?"

"Why not study the spell, go to restore her physical body, go to the Grim Reaper, take back her soul, why?"

Snape: "..."

Trembling looking at the pair of eyes belonging to Harry Potter in Romon's hand, in the piercing mockery of the other party, Snape's mind could not help but think of the tragedy in Godric's Hollow.

Lily, who faced Voldemort at that time, must have been desperate, right?

Looking at Snape, who was already frightened, Romon pouted disdainfully.

The hand holding the eyeball slapped the eyebrows of Harry Potter on the side, and the next moment the eyes that had disappeared returned to Harry Potter's face again.

Looking at Harry Potter who looked at him with a shocked face, the corner of Romon's mouth once again hooked an evil arc.

More than ten years ago, when he developed this [Black Magic Limb Segmentation Surgery] and used it for the first time on James Potter, the other party also had this expression.

After seeing that there was nothing going on here, Dumbledore and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Professor McGonagall simply sat in her seat, and at the moment just now, she was even so frightened that she had already taken out her wand, thinking that Romon was going crazy here, killing or something.

Cold sweat ran down everyone's foreheads.

Romon glanced at Draco Malfoy, who was also frightened, but still controlled the magic quill on the side, recording what he said, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a slightly meaningful glance at Lucius, who was smiling behind him, he snorted softly, and his figure instantly turned into black fog and returned to the podium again.

"In my classes, I can teach you to play with death. "

"I can teach you to create pain. "

"I can also tell you the path to becoming the supreme wizard, and let the so-called most white wizard bow his head to you..."

"But if someone does anything in my course that upsets me..."

Romon seemed to be possessed by Snape in class, his voice was frustrated, and his eyes slowly looked at the frightened Snape at this moment.

"Professor Snape, I don't mind demonstrating in front of everyone how to resurrect a person who has been dead for more than ten years, of course....... She may be naked. "

Toying with the dead, coercing the living, humiliating those who are weaker than him...