Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

Replace Quidditch?!

When these words came out of the mouth of Connelly Fudge, the Minister of Magic, he couldn't help but make several Hogwarts professors around him stunned on the spot.

Especially Professor McGonagall, who liked Quidditch the most, heard such words, and his first reaction was impossible.

However, just the next moment, in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the information revealed in Luo Meng's words just now, and then turned his head to see that he had forgotten breakfast at this moment.

All of them held their [Book of Wizards] in their hands, and began to exchange their strength in pairs, intending to form a team of 100 small wizards.

This kind of enthusiasm, even in the field of Quidditch matches, is rarely seen.

And once the real [Wizard Canyon], with the magical charm of Romon's mouth, will replace Quidditch and become an event that the British wizarding community and even the world wizarding community pursues.

It's not impossible.

"Minister Fudge, I know what you mean, but... You know, this is not a trivial matter, moreover, I was able to create such a huge alchemy magic array and arrange the site of [Wizard Canyon], which has almost hollowed out all the income of my potions shop in the past few months. "

"Although I also hope that such an event, which can greatly improve the overall quality of the wizarding world, can spread out and attract the attention and participation of the entire British wizarding community, it is not a simple matter. "

Hearing this, Connelly Fudge's face couldn't help but show a deep anxiety and loss.

"Professor Romon, isn't there a way?

In an instant, Connelly Fudge seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up, looking at Romon in front of him.

"Professor Romon, you just said that your biggest problem today is that there is no available funds available to build a special site like [Wizard Canyon], right?"

Luo Meng immediately gave the other party an appreciative look.

Although at some times, Fudge is completely a soft bone, but at least in judging the situation, observing words, this guy is very good.

Seeing Romon nodding slightly, Fudgedan's eyes lit up.

"So, Professor Romon, why don't I cooperate with you on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, and you have come up with those advanced alchemy and magic array technologies, and our Gringotts under the Ministry of Magic is responsible for investing in you to transform some large Quidditch venues in the British wizarding world?"

Fudge is smart about that.

After receiving a nod from Romon's side in agreement, Dang Lian immediately set off and returned to the Ministry of Magic.

That evening, the Daily Prophet was still preparing for the report on what happened at Hogwarts today, and the Ministry of Magic was on the top level.

"Minister Fudge, if it is a great project that Professor Romon has made, although I have not yet seen what kind of project it is, I think it is completely worth our investment. "

"Now that our Ministry of Magic manages Gringotts, although we have opened some loans like the banks of the Muggle world, the results have not improved much, and Gringotts today is in dire need of a huge and great project destined to be remembered by the world. "

The Ministry of Magic official in charge of Gringotts said, with a clear look of joy and excitement on his face.

Although the Silver Demon King Romon, the destruction and influence of the British wizarding world, everyone can not forget, but now more people mention that it is already Romon's magical potions technology.

And that magical alchemy.

And all those who have little wizards studying at Hogwarts at home have learned a lot about Romon's theoretical achievements in magic spells from the mouths of their children.

Night sleep.

In the Gryffindor common room.

Ron waited until Harry Potter and they finally fell asleep and the sound of breathing gradually calmed down.

It is carefully from under the pillow to feel something, and then the whole person covers himself with a quilt.

"Black, Dark Lord..."

"Mana, I need mana..."

It's still that sound.

Although he thought of the strong, motion sickness-like nausea and strong feeling of weakness in his body after being extracted from magic power yesterday night, Ron couldn't help but resist a little.

However, I thought of the [Wizard Canyon] Demon King's Cup House competition that Hogwarts was about to usher in.

Ron also had to follow what Voldemort, who was weak yesterday night, said.

Take a deep breath and slowly press the Philosopher's Stone in your hand to your eyebrows.

"Hmm, Shrecht, damn bastard, you leave me a little!

Just the kung fu of breathing, the familiar strong suction, Ron felt that he had reached the magic of D+ times, and was about to be pumped out in an instant.

A hurriedly low curse came out of his mouth.

It seemed to sense the disgust that Ron was showing at the moment, or maybe the state of the Dark Lord was indeed very different now.

In the face of such a reprimand, the next moment, this power that absorbs magic power disappears on the spot.

Ron's face turned slightly pale, and the strong sense of emptiness in his body still gradually hit.

Along with it, there is a strong feeling of drowsiness.

Fortunately, thinking that there were still important things today, Ron bit his tongue, and the pain made him instantly refreshed.

"Today Professor Romon has come up with a new trick, saying that he will also reward the top potion that can make people gain great strength, I..."

"Running out of time... Place the Philosopher's Stone in the center of your eyebrow..."

Ron, who was interrupted, suddenly looked unhappy.

Bastard, if you're so useless, Mr. Dark Lord, then I should probably find you a place where you can really realize your value." "

“...... Do so"

Voldemort's extremely weak voice became a little gloomy.

After being silent for a while, Ron finally gritted his teeth and put the Philosopher's Stone in his hand towards his eyebrows again.

However, the verbal warning is a warning.

"If you dare to extract my magic again, I will go and hand you over to Professor Romon now!"

The next moment, at the moment when the familiar, slightly cold Philosopher's Stone touched his eyebrows, Ron's body couldn't help but tremble on the spot.

Suddenly, the absurd exposure as if something had been spied on, accompanied by a strong sense of shame, flooded into my mind.

However, without waiting for Ron to react, the next moment, Voldemort's voice sounded in his mind again.

However, in this time's voice, even Ron could hear the other party's obvious excitement.

"You have to get the best score! Ron, win the MVP and I'll be able to recover quickly!"

Among the Philosopher's Stones, it looks like a void universe.

Voldemort, who was already humble and pitiful, and made a black smoke-like state, said every word to the outside, it can be said that he used all his power at the moment.

However, after reading Ron's memory today, Voldemort also knew about the [Wizard Canyon] that Romon launched today.

When heard in Ron's memory.

The moment when Romon said the prize of the winners of those competitions, even if he was talented, Tom Riddle, who could even be called the proud son of heaven, couldn't help but be a little jealous of these Hogwarts wizards today.

If at his time, there was such an activity.

His Voldemort's achievements are bound to be even more terrifying.

Instead of just jumping twice in the small British wizarding world and being fucked into this ghostly picture...

However, Ron, who was holding back the nausea of being spied on his memory, heard his voice.

But he snorted coldly.

Lord Dark Lord, you seem to be too confident in me, it was a big battle between hundreds of people, and without death scruples, the intensity of the battle, why did I get the winner?"

Ron's words, suddenly, silenced Voldemort.

Indeed, this situation that must be mixed with battles between high-ranking wizards, even Ron is very good now, but it is also excellent within a certain range.

Facing a fifth and sixth year Hogwarts wizard, that's really not enough to see.

Maybe you can use the special spell you have to make two moves with these people, or escape from them, but want to defeat each other.

Difficult. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

"I understand, I will help you get the winning position as much as possible, and when the time comes, you take that top potion of Luo Meng and use the Demon King points you got to exchange for some potions to restore strength and flesh." "

Voldemort was silent for a moment and said lightly.

And at the next moment, Ron, who was just about to take the Philosopher's Stone from his eyebrows, felt a wave of strange pictures that suddenly flooded into his brain.

And in a very short time, it actually gave him a strong sense of familiarity.

It was a lot of knowledge of the principles of spells, and a brand new spell that had been strengthened and improved.

"Damn, sure enough, this guy of yours is completely different from what he said at the beginning, and he really has some secrets!"

Ron was furious, but Voldemort no longer had the strength to pay attention to the other party.

After the weak voice of "must win the winner", it disappeared.

And if it is like Ron, in the face of such a big event, the first thing that comes to mind is to find his "Philosopher's Stone Grandpa", at this moment, the other little wizards of Hogwarts can also be said to be eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own powers.

Following.

At lunchtime, an owl delivered today's Daily Prophet.

The above content has not even had time to unfold, everyone has already seen such things as "Hogwarts has captured a lurking Death Eater inside, and has now been killed" "Hogwarts Headmaster Professor Romon Kowalsky, in order to improve the little wizard's magic practice and combat ability, develop [Wizard Canyon]..."

Such a striking topic.

However, almost the vast majority of young wizards ignored the newspaper at hand.

For the first time, he looked at the reply from his wizard parents.

“Yes！"

Draco saw his father's reply in the letter, "The family will fully support you, and is already mobilizing the family's resources to find a way to improve your strength".

The whole person jumped up from his position on the spot with excitement.

His gaze inadvertently looked in the direction of the Gryffindor table, and he met Harry Potter, who happened to be looking over.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came out of Draco's mouth, and the undisguised hatred in his eyes made him directly make a gesture to wipe his neck towards Harry Potter.

Such behavior attracted Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the professor's seat at the moment.

"Professor Snape, I think you should really take care of that student of yours, he's just so unspeakable!"

However, Snape seemed to have never heard of this, and the look of distraction made the anger on Professor McGonagall's face even stronger.

I made up my mind and waited until the wizarding team on the Gryffindor side was ready.

She, Minerva McGonagall, had to personally lead this team into the [Warcraft Fortress] to participate in this fierce [Wizard Canyon] showdown.

Teach Snape, the bastard junior, what is called respecting seniors.

"Harry, we have already signed up, it's Prefect Percy Weasley and the wizard team headed by them, seeing that it is about to be full, you hurry up!"

Neville pulled at Harry, who was stunned, and the latter reacted and hurried towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

And look at the little Gryffindor wizards who lined up in front of his brother, Percy Weasley.

Ron's gaze quickly looked away and looked in the other direction of the restaurant.

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, he walked towards the dining table on the side of the little snake.

"Draco Malfoy, I heard that you are preparing to assemble a wizarding team, are you interested in leaving me a place?"

The sudden question, and the familiar red hair, made Draco stunned in place for a moment.

And at this time, the Slytherins around who heard Ron's proposal from the Gryffindor lion were all looking at each other like ghosts.

Pansy Parkinson, who had just put her name on the registration form, looked disdainful.

"Redhead, are you brain-caught in your Gryffindor door, we're a Slytherin team here, you..."

Ron shook his head flatly: "The [Book of Wizards] does not say that wizards from different academies cannot join the teams of other academies, and the competition is based on wizard teams, not academies. "

Ron ignored the strange gazes of everyone around him, instead staring calmly at Draco in front of him.

"Draco Malfoy, I'm waiting for your answer, if you don't agree, I won't force it, but if you do, congratulations, you will get a very good helper." "

"Rayshet, is that Ron guy going to join the Slytherin ranks?!"

Draco hadn't answered yet.

On the Gryffindor side, a voice suddenly sounded, and suddenly there was an instant silence in the originally noisy dining room.

A pair of surprised eyes looked towards the table on the Slytherin side.

When everyone really saw the red-haired Ron in the middle of a group of small snakes, their strange eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Gryffindor.

Although, as Ron said, wizards between the houses, Romon did not stop teaming.

However, huddling is an instinctive reaction of almost everyone.

"You don't need to look at me like that, I don't need to say much about my situation in Gryffindor, I don't mean to cover up, yes, the bloody brother is at odds, I won't take the initiative to humiliate him." "

Ron said lightly, and Draco's gaze couldn't help but look in Snape's direction.

However, the latter did not notice this side at all at the moment, and sat there quietly in a daze.

Ultimately.

Glancing at the registration form in his hand, Draco finally nodded heavily.

But it was a warning.

"If I knew you dragged us back, I would never make you feel better, and... Better not let me know that you're showing mercy to my men when you're against Gryffindor!"

Ron smiled and reached out.

Draco snorted coldly and muttered "Weasley's hand" in his mouth, but shook it anyway.

City of Leprechauns.

Rayben Bright.

"Bang!"

Dumbledore looked at the Daily Prophet in his hand, as if suddenly stimulated by something, and slapped the newspaper on the table on the spot.

Immediately cursed and cursed.

"Damn Romonkowalsky, it's only been half a year, are you finally going to be unbearable?

He looked gloomy, staring out the window, the busy but rudimentary medieval city-like goblin city.

His eyes were full of solemnity and anxiety.

It won't be long before this kind of wizarding duel is going viral throughout the British wizarding world.

Stimulated by Romon's various rewards, everyone will become a madman's spell duel enthusiast, and then once there is any violence...

"Romon Kowalsky, you devil!".