Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

The next day, the morning at Hogwarts, which had been quiet and harmonious, was early.

With the influx of some people from outside the school, it has become unprecedentedly lively.

Before the Palace of Truth, in front of a huge newly established shop, under Romon's guidance, Oriana decorated the place like some electronic experience shop in Romon's previous life.

This kind of shop style, which has not yet existed in the Muggle world, suddenly made these wizards who received the news early, and the wizards waiting here couldn't help but show surprise.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the Potions of Truth is about to open, please observe the order here, and line up quietly, if some inappropriate behavior causes Professor Romon's dissatisfaction, what will happen, we dare not guarantee..."

Filch, who deliberately changed himself into a more enthusiastic suit, waved to everyone present with a smile on his face.

However, his appearance immediately aroused the curiosity of some wizards.

"Hey, Filch, listen to our kid, is your squib really cured?

Hearing this, Filch did not explain anything, the hand holding the wand shook slightly, and the next moment the robe on the wizard who raised his hand to ask so quickly became a lot neat.

"This gentleman, although I know that you came here very early and are a little embarrassed about it, but... Professor Romon hates people who don't have a good image the most. "

Looking at such a beautiful hand renewed, everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up.

And Filch, who was enjoying such a shocked gaze at the moment, couldn't help but look up at the towering Palace of Truth, which was on the top floor of this palace at this moment.

His Majesty the Great Demon King, who had given him a new life, was there.

Maybe it's watching them right now.

"Uh-huh..."

Wednesday's eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, and a white cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and he couldn't tell what kind of East "203" West cloth was, and his hands were pressed on the single-sided glass wall in front of him.

The whimpering sound in her mouth was the only way she could express her indomitable will at the moment.

A maid outfit with a gothic bias, messy half-draped over the body.

I don't know how long it took, and finally with a fierce squeeze of her body on the glass wall in front of her, Miss Wednesday, who seemed to have lost her support, slowly ran down the wall and lay on the floor.

The gasping sound after the morning exercise came softly on the top floor of the Palace of Truth.

Romon proudly glanced at the messy scene, especially after seeing Miss Wednesday lying on the ground and not even bothering to move a finger, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Count the time, Halloween in a few days.

And his fiancée's birthday is on Halloween.

Outside the window, as hundreds of alchemy mechanical dolls controlled by Oriana appeared, the delicate and abnormally decorated potions shop finally opened the door.

Almost at the moment the door opened, a beautiful woman crowded in the front shouted loudly without hesitation.

"For each potion, please bring me a bottle, thank you." "

"Walter?!"

However, such words instantly attracted the strong dissatisfaction of the people behind him.

"Mrs. Parkinson, what exactly are you talking about, when you talked to us just now, you obviously just said to buy a bottle of mana enhancement potion for Pansy's little girl, why now..."

"God, you can't do this, there are so many of us here!"

"No! Parkinson's, you're cheating! Damn, your family, it's all this kind of thing!"

The protest behind him was accompanied by Mrs. Parkinson's cheerful taking out a bill with a special seal and handing it to the puppet in front of the counter, which became more intense after it was put into the counter.

However, after Mrs. Parkinson's face showed a brief look of pain after seeing the potions in front of her, she immediately became excited.

Ignoring the eyes of the pair around her, as if they were going to execute her on the spot, they hurriedly pocketed the potions that had cost half of their family's savings and were worth nearly 4w galleons.

"Parkinson, you're breaking the rules!"

Just as she was excited to leave, one of the people in the team suddenly spoke.

Turning her head to look at each other, just a glance away, Mrs. Parkinson's face immediately showed a mean and disdainful look, although her posture was absolutely beautiful and charming.

The mean tone and demeanor made her look like a femme fatale at the moment.

"Wow, Mr. Weasley, I can't believe you would be here, I thought you Weasley family would only show up in places like the thrift market, but... As Mr. Filch just said, credit is not accepted here. "

"Huh"

Looking at Mrs. Parkinson, who sneered and twisted her body out of the store, Arthur Weasley's face couldn't help but turn livid.

However, his gaze couldn't help but look at a potion price list hanging in the shop at the moment.

"[Merlin's Second Arrival at Midnight], Price: 5899 Gold Gallons, Current Stock: /100"

"[Golden Garon's Law], Price: 1W Galeon, Current Stock: 99/100"

"[Borrow another life from heaven], price: 6500 gold galleon, current stock: 99/100"

"[Laid-off re-employment to the treasure], price: 4599 gold gallons, current stock: /100"

"[Snape's Tears], Price: 12999 Gold Gallons, Current Stock: 9/10"

"God, this is simply more profitable than robbing Gringotts..."

Arthur Weasley looked around with obvious embarrassment, although almost the vast majority of people, after seeing this pricing, obviously felt a little expensive.

But everyone is very firm in their own position.

There is no intention of leaving.

"Arthur, it looks like we should be in trouble, we are not so rich..."

Mrs. Weasley whispered beside Arthur.

The Weasley family is indeed notoriously embarrassed, at least like Mrs. Parkinson's just now, buying a set at once, even if they sell their Burrow, they will definitely not be able to afford it.

"You can only buy a bottle of mana boosting potion, Bill is now in the fourth year, he needs this potion to improve his mana for the next wizarding exams..."

Molly Weasley heard this, although at the moment she wished that her other children could also have a bottle each.

But he could only accompany the advance of the team in embarrassment, silently facing the puppets at the counter and putting forward their own requirements.

When the Weasleys walked into Hogwarts with this bottle, which could almost be said to have emptied the entire family's savings, the Hogwarts dining room was at this moment.

Mrs. Parkinson, who bought the potion first, has already arrived here.

"Mommy, you're so good, I didn't expect you to buy it so quickly!"

Pansy took the potion from her mother's hand, and then proudly raised an eyebrow at Draco in front of her, eliciting a cold snort from the latter, but her eyes kept looking in the direction of the entrance to the restaurant.

"Not only this potion, but all of Professor Romon's potions, I bought a bottle..." said Mrs. Parkinson, and showed Pansy, during which she deliberately took out the [laid-off reemployment treasure] she was most looking forward to and showed it.

Although the name of the potion sounds ill-intentioned, it maintains a youthful and beautiful image for three years.

This is simply too fatal temptation for a woman like Mrs. Parkinson.

Suddenly, Mrs. Parkinson, who was excitedly saying something to her daughter, seemed to see something, with a meaningful smile on her face, looking at a figure who had just walked into the restaurant.

"Professor Snape, I have to say that you are worthy of being the top and famous potions master in the British wizarding world, your tears can actually be thirteen thousand gold gallons, if I were you, I would never let go of this opportunity to make a fortune." "

Looking at the potion gently shaking in the other party's hand, Snape, who had just walked in, froze.

Of course he knows what this thing in front of him is.

Not even knowing the name of the potion, Snape had already figured out its own ingredients, but it took more than a month to crack.

It took a lot of potion materials, but he couldn't make Romon's potion that could save the person who had hit the Death Curse.

Looking at Snape who turned his head in embarrassment and left, Mrs. Parkinson was not worried at all that as the daughter of a Slytherin cadet, she would receive trouble from the other party in the future.

"I don't know if Professor Romon will come to the restaurant..."

Mrs. Parkinson muttered, as if thinking of some incredible picture, her legs couldn't help but move slightly closer to the middle, and she spoke to her daughter quite proudly.

"Pansy, really, you can never imagine how charming your Professor Romon was back then, the kind of charm that made people not raise any hatred at all... Even if it was because of that bottle of potion... I really don't hate him, it's just a pity, it's a pity that I really should have been bolder in the first place, otherwise there would definitely not be a chance for your father to pick up the bargain..."

Pansy glanced around carefully, and had the intention to remind her mother that this occasion was not suitable for you to show your girlish love brain.

But fortunately, at this moment, all the little wizards' attention was in the direction of the entrance of the restaurant. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

Wait to see if your parents can snap up the potion for you.

Harry Potter bought the Enchanting Potion!"

An exclamation came, and everyone followed the sound, but saw Harry Potter, who looked ecstatic, and was holding a bottle of potion at the moment, coming in through the entrance.

Some of the little wizards who saw this scene showed envious expressions.

Among them, Hermione, who was like a Muggle, because there were not so many Golden Garons, could only look at these classmates around her in disappointment at the moment.

As more and more parents of young wizards brought them potions, waves of magic power began to vibrate violently throughout the restaurant.

Even Harry was under everyone's gaze at this moment, swallowing the [Golden Garon Law] in his hand in one mouth...

The effect of the potion unfolded on the other party's body almost instantly, causing Harry Potter's body to slowly float, and his hair seemed to be attracted by something.

A gust of wind and waves centered on the other party and began to oscillate towards the surroundings.

The sound of "hissing" was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, but at this time, it came from the direction of Slytherin on the side, but he saw that Draco was also ordinary at this moment.

However, the magic power lingering on his body turned into a phantom like a poisonous snake.

There was a sound around him that sounded like a warning.

"Wow, Draco, you're so handsome now!" exclaimed his younger brother Goyle excitedly, and at the same time, a mouthful of the potion sent by his father was also poured into his mouth.

Whirring mana fluctuations began to emerge and rise.

Seeing that the little wizards from wizard families all got the potion and began to improve the magic power in their bodies in front of their eyes, Ron couldn't help but anxiously stand up from his position.

And it was when he turned his head that he saw the Weasleys hurriedly walk in.

"Mom and Dad!"

Ron immediately ran in the direction of the two of them excitedly, along with his two twin brothers.

However, seeing the expectant expressions on the faces of their sons, the Weasleys could only return the embarrassed reassuring smile.

Then, under the astonished gazes of several people, he nervously took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and handed it to his eldest son, Bill Weasley, who came over with him.

"Bill, you are about to face the wizard exam, and you need this potion even more..."

Ron watched this scene blankly, although he knew the situation of his own home, he already had a certain premonition of such an outcome, but the moment when it really happened.

Ron couldn't help but clench his fists unwillingly.

He looked at the familiar classmates.

Like Draco and the heirs of their large families, Harry Potter, whose parents died, also lined up to snap up a bottle this morning because of his huge inheritance.

Even Neville, with his grandmother, brought him a bottle of [Golden Garon's Law].

"Why... I'm obviously a pure-blood wizard..."

Ron muttered.

"Walter Ron, what did you just say?"

Mrs. Weasley did not hear clearly, but Ron had already shook his head, silently returned to his position, and quietly looked at Harry Potter and the others who fluctuated in magic and became obviously much stronger.

Slowly hide the envy in his eyes.

There is no doubt that the talent of the Silver Lord Romon in potions has been personally felt by the entire British wizarding world.

However, when these little wizards who took the [Golden Garon Law] tested their current strength in the gladiatorial arena in front of everyone, although they already had great expectations.

Everyone and the wizards were still shocked to find that they still underestimated the effect of the Romon potion itself.

In the gladiatorial arena, Draco stood opposite his father, Lucius, who arrived later.

The next moment, Draco's mouth suddenly emitted a sound like a snake neighing, and in the shadows behind him, a large snake with a thick bowl mouth and a 3.4 pitch-black mouth instantly shot out from behind him.

An attack was launched towards Lucius.

"Hang the Admiralty upside down!"

A spell swung out of Lucius's wand, but the next moment, Draco in front of him had already finished chanting.

"Fall apart!"

"Boom!"

The energy fluctuations generated by the collision of spells made Draco, who was obviously inferior to Lucius, take a few steps back, but at this moment, the Ogadis poisonous python that Lucius bought him was still faithfully fulfilling the order given to him by Draco.

"Shhh!"

Draco paused in his steps, his body barely in control, and the wand in his hand gritted his teeth and waved again.

"Except for your weapons!"

"Bang!"

Looking at the Martyr father and son in the gladiatorial arena, the Malfoy father and son who were fighting back and forth for a while, these wizards around them all showed obvious shock.

Among them, people from pure-blood wizard families were even more fiery watches, and Draco who was constantly waving his wand while ordering the highly poisonous python to attack through the parseltongue cavity.

Now the other party is only a first-year, but the level of spells he has mastered now is no less than, and even after adding the advantage of Parseltongue, he has surpassed the ordinary third-year wizards of Hogwarts.

"Harry, I think you can also learn to fight like Draco, you are also a parseltongue and should not waste your talent..."

Hermione stood aside and kindly reminded.

"If I were you, I would visit Professor Romon often. "

"You're a parseltongue, and so is Malfoy, and Malfoy has a spell that Professor Romon rewards, and so do you. "

Harry Potter pondered for a long time and silently bowed his head.

A snowy night in the middle of winter.

Halloween is approaching, and Dumbledore, who has never appeared at Hogwarts, quietly returned to Hogwarts at night.

Looking at the smile on the other person's face, it seems that something good has happened.