Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

Controllable Obscurus?!

If when he heard the previous news, McGonagall felt more angry and helpless towards Romon's behavior, the moment he heard Dumbledore say this term.

Everyone was in disbelief and showed doubts.

"Obscurial, controllable? Professor Dumbledore, do you know what you are talking about?!"

Dumbledore naturally knew what the other party meant.

Obscurus is a terrible magical disaster in the wizarding world. Once it is born, it heralds the emergence of abnormal chaos and disaster. Among them, as someone who has experienced the first global wizarding war.

At the same time as the leader of one party, Dumbledore had experienced the Obscurus, or the strength of the Obscurus, very closely.

The kind of huge combat power and magic power that is based on the loss of life span.

It's like the greatest gift the devil can give to a person who is rejected by the wizarding world.

He took away the opponent's soul, but gave the opponent a battle experience that ordinary masters could not resist.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, you heard it right. As much as I hate to admit it, 26 I think that the Silver Devil's experiment, which should have been casually put down, really succeeded on Black."

"This child can use this power at will."

It seemed that he had sensed the changes in the outside world, or understood what Dumbledore and the others were talking about.

Blake, who was curled up in McGonagall's warm embrace and whose body had regained some color, suddenly groaned.

next moment.

Like a tentacle, a slender force of darkness surged out of Blake's body, and then gently touched the loose hair on McGonagall's forehead.

McGonagall: "God... this is crazy.

Dumbledore also took a deep breath and nodded.

"It's really unbelievable."

While the two were talking, a fierce knock on the door suddenly came. Then, before Dumbledore could agree to let the man in, the office door was pushed open.

A figure who stumbled and looked a little delirious walked in.

"Born! The person who ends Extreme Silver was born in Extreme Silver!"

"Those who destroy darkness control the most evil and terrifying darkness!"

"Containers seal terrible things, and death will spread like a plague...I saw it, I saw it..."

He looked at Trini who stumbled in and grabbed Bullido.

Although the other party's behavior was crazy, McGonagall and Dumbledore, who knew everything she represented, chose to remain silent and listened to the other party's prophecy seriously and solemnly.

Dumbledore asked: "What did you see?"

Trelawney froze, and then his body mechanically turned to Professor McGonagall. Like a crazy woman, he stared at the baby Bumi Ke in McGonagall's arms.

"I saw a dim star, a key to eliminate the evil of Jiyin, a person who should not have existed and was born in Jiyin!!!"

The moment there was an almost scream-like sound coming from Trelawney's mouth.

The latter also seemed to have lost some strength, and suddenly his body fell limp to the ground.

"Cough cough cough!"

Looking at Trelawney who looked confused and coughed repeatedly, Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

The two of them set their sights on baby Blake.

In Trelawney's prophecy, "eliminating the source of the Silver Demon" undoubtedly means eliminating the Silver Demon King. After all, the tragedies in recent years are all due to the Silver Night created by the other party.

And then there is no need to think about the following words: "The person who ends Extreme Silver is born in Extreme Silver" and "The person who destroys darkness controls the most evil and terrifying darkness."

In this prophecy, Romon, the prophesied son of the Silver Demon King, will be eliminated.

It must be the infant Black in front of him.

Just when the two of them were shocked by this prophecy, another burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door. There seemed to be many people who heard the sound.

Dumbledore hurriedly asked McGonagall to hide with the child.

Then, the next moment, Dumbledore was shocked to see an embarrassed figure walking in with the help of two people.

"Gayle?!"

The visitor turned out to be his good friend Grindelwald, but he looked too embarrassed.

The expensive suit was torn into strips, and there was still a faint chill on his body, and the other party's color was also extremely pale and ugly.

At this moment, Wenda Rozier, who was the secretary, hurriedly brought over a bottle of magic potion supported by Nick Mellor and fed it to the other party. At the same time, several people around him immediately treated Grindelwald's injuries.

"What happened? Gale? Did Romon take action himself?!"

Grindelwald shook his head, his expression extremely ugly, he took a deep breath to signal Dumbledore not to be nervous, but he still sighed.

"We underestimated those guys like Silver Devil. This junior is much more terrifying than we imagined."

Noticing Dumbledore's gaze, Grindelwald shook his head.

"It's not the Silver Devil, but Tom Riddle, Na and the younger generation, but the hell magic in the other person is so powerful that it's like the other person was born in hell. Compared with the hell we felt outside Hogwarts, The 503 breaths of magic power are so dignified..."

Grindelwald said, suddenly grabbing Dumbledore's arm.

He opened his mouth and finally put his proposal in.

"We cannot control the Silver Demon Lord Romon to open the gate to hell, which allows him to research all kinds of powerful spells or magic potions from hell every day. If things go on like this, we will definitely not be his opponent.

"So... Albus, we must think of a way, either learn from each other's behavior and open a gate to hell that we can control, or, maybe one of us should pray and pray for the gate of heaven to come. Bar."

Dumbledore:

And at the same time.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Palace of Truth underground palace area.

Romon was fiddling with several bottles of magic potions of unknown ingredients in his hands, mixed them and sprinkled them on the operating table and on Voldemort's body.

He shook his head with a speechless expression.

"I really don't understand. You can obviously suppress Grindelwald with magic. Why do you have to imitate those dementors and rush into the opponent's face?"

"Do you want to kiss him? Does the second-generation Dark Lord have some kind of Electra complex for the first-generation Dark Lord?"

Voldemort, who was seriously injured and lying on the operating table, doubting his life: "..."