Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Elizabeth, your injury is more serious than last time... It seems that you need to show these dirty things how to be a qualified watchdog in front of me!"

"hiss......"

The man's voice was obviously angry, causing the dementor outside the window to tremble.

The figure flashed and he simply fled from here.

Looking at the empty window sill, a cold flash flashed in Romon's eyes.

Just when he was about to repair these disgusting things that didn't know how to live or die, just like he did thirteen years ago when he was just imprisoned.

There was a cold and soft touch next to his feet.

"hiss......"

The strange snake named Elizabeth slowly opened her mouth, revealing the Hain's Curtain Flower that she had preserved very well inside.

There was a look of anticipation in a pair of snake eyes.

The coldness on Romon's face melted, and he carefully touched the other person's head and took the potion over.

After observing it, he nodded.

"No problem, you kept them very well. Since you don't want me to deal with them, that's fine. Once this bottle of potion is successfully made, you will teach them a lesson yourself."

Hearing this, Elizabeth was as happy as a child.

Wander around in the lavishly appointed penthouse of Azkaban.

Romon laughed and cursed, and after applying the recovery potion on the other party, he got into a medicine room next to him and got busy.

"Thickened blood of mature Veela, dried dragon heart tissue ground into ash, painstaking grass juice..."

Things that in the eyes of the outside world could not even be used as potion ingredients, but at this moment, no one could have imagined that they would exist in the apothecary room in a place like Azkaban, and were taken out by Romon.

Pungent smells, accompanied by high temperature and cooking, as well as the addition of ingredients at the right time, are constantly changing and twisting in the air...

Thirteen years ago, he was Romon Goldstein Kowalski, one of the most outstanding students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In just a few days, he went from a 17-year-old sixth-year wizard to a person who caused shock to the entire wizarding world, even worse than the existence of Voldemort Tom Riddle.

Sentenced to 480 years in prison by the British Ministry of Magic.

He became the first prisoner to enter Azkaban at the age of 17, the youngest prisoner with the longest sentence.

Although he relied on his own abilities, he could live quite happily in Azkaban, known as the wizard's hell.

but......

Romon looked at the bubbling crucible in front of him, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He started to want to go out.

.......

London, England.

Ministry of Magic.

In the minister's office.

Cornelius Fudge looked at the most famous white wizard in the wizarding world, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, with a constipated look on his face.

The eyes, like toads, almost burst out of their sockets in anger because of Dumbledore's intention.

"Water... Dumbledore, do you know what you are talking about? Do you know how much wrong the so-called poor boy you mentioned has committed?!"

"It is no exaggeration to say that if you hadn't tried your best to stop him, there wouldn't have been a wizard in the entire European wizarding world who didn't want to kill that guy, everyone!"

"Did you hear clearly? Everyone wanted to kill him back then!"

Fudge looked like he was roaring as if he had been greatly stimulated.

Dumbledore seemed to have already expected this reaction.

He stroked his beard, which shone with silver light under the light, and stared at the person in front of him.

A pair of eyes that are calm but seem to be able to see through everything.

"I admit that the incident was too horrific. Not only did it affect a wide range of people, but its influence was extremely bad..."

Fudge thought Dumbledore had given up and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But he was immediately choked by Dumbledore's next words.

"But, Mr. Minister, maybe others are qualified to say that about the child Romon. At least you, Connery Fudge, you might as well ask Merlin from the bottom of your heart... Were you really there in that disaster? Did you suffer any losses?"

Fudge's face was livid, but Dumbledore didn't give him any face.

Without mercy, he directly removed the opponent's fig leaf.

"Fudge, that young lady from the Smith family didn't look down on you at all at that time..."

Fudge was furious.

"Fuck! Dumbledore, what are you talking about?! We really love each other! The entire wizarding world knows it!"

However, the Minister of Magic, who was considered a big figure in the wizarding world, could not pose any threat at all in front of Dumbledore, the big boss.

Waves of chuckles came from Dumbledore's mouth, with an inexplicable, calming sound that echoed in the office.

"Haha, don't get excited, Fudge. You know, I'm not here to quarrel. On the contrary, I'm helping you now. Let's not talk about how you got your position, but there is one thing that I think you can't deny. "

"There are quite a few people staring at it. I think you know this, old man."

Fudge finally fell silent.

There was an eerie silence in the office for a while.

Fudge's voice finally sounded again.

"Professor Dumbledore, you should also know that what the brat committed back then was a hundred times more serious than Voldemort in terms of impact. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't even have the chance to be imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Now you ask me to let him out... With all due respect, Professor Dumbledore, you may not have enough face."

"I may have directly offended the entire British wizarding community because of this incident."

"When the time comes, I won't be able to keep my position."

However, Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.

I am convinced in my heart that today's goal has been at least half achieved at this moment.

He chuckled lightly, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it to the other party.

Fudge looked unhappy, but still took it, muttering dissatisfiedly.

"Professor Dumbledore, all of this is in vain. I know that brat's godfather is Master Newt, but even with this... huh?!"

Fudge's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the big red mark on the letterhead and the rigorously worded words at the beginning in disbelief.

American Ministry of Magic...

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