Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

Accompanied by the Norwegian Spinosaurus, there was a roar, like a meteorite, smashing a deep pit in the open space outside the arena.

The British wizards who had originally united to launch a frantic counterattack against Romon all felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

The Weasleys originally took the initiative to provide cover for several Ministry of Magic Aurors who jointly cast [All Curses Are Ended], helping to withstand the swarming shadow forces around them to prevent Romon from breaking the formation again.

However, the terrifying extent of the shadow power exerted by Romon can only be experienced personally.

Only then can we understand the horror in it.

It often seems like a very ordinary attack, but the Weasleys need to mobilize their whole body's magic power to resist, and they can barely resist it.

However, as time went by, this situation finally caused the two of them to begin to suffer from excessive physical strength.

"Arthur, I can't hold on any longer!"

"Hurry up and rotate people, we won't be able to hold on any longer!"

"God......."

The two of them started shouting.

However, the wizard, who had not been waiting for his turn for a long time, turned around and was shocked to find out.

I don't know when, but at this moment, there is not much power behind me to fight.

Those staggering around were either people who had been retreated due to severe consumption of magic power, or simply wizards who had been seriously injured and were receiving emergency treatment.

The two of them looked towards the duel arena again.

It didn't matter at first glance, he had just been helping the few Aurors around him to resist the invasion and interference of the power of shadow.

They didn't pay attention to the situation on the field. After all, there were three to four thousand wizards fighting together, and there was no need for them to join the most dangerous fighting atmosphere.

However.

The display was like a loud slap in the face, hitting both of them hard.

Looking up, the open space in the arena was filled with wizards lying one after another, unable to even climb up.

"Director Crouch!"

Arthur Weasley suddenly exclaimed.

Looking in the direction of his gaze, I saw Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, who was respected by everyone, holding an injured Auror with one hand, and kept During the attack of the terrifying tentacles, cast Disapparate.

"Damn it!"

Arthur Weasley cursed lowly, instantly cast Disapparation, and rushed into it.

The figure had just appeared next to Barty. Before he could say anything, an invisible pressure suddenly made his body freeze on the spot.

"Boom!"

A tentacle swept over at this moment, and Arthur Weasley had no time to dodge and was instantly swept away.

"No!!!"

When Mrs. Weasley saw this scene, she felt like the sky was falling. She didn't know where the strength came from, and she rushed towards the field crazily.

"Boom!"

Seeing the terrifying tentacles suddenly striking from above her head, Mrs. Weasley closed her eyes in despair.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Romon Kowalski! That's enough! Stop it!"

The loud sound seemed to have a powerful effect, causing the surrounding shadow power to tremble.

I don't know when Dumbledore appeared on the scene, holding the Elder Wand.

The Elder Wand was flashing with fluorescence, but the weak fluorescence instantly made the shadow tentacles above its head unable to strike down.

There was a short silence at the scene.

Under the nervous and desperate gazes of those who were still conscious, a slightly frivolous voice came from the shadows.

"Well, since it is Professor Dumbledore who comes forward, I will give you this face."

Looking at Romon walking out of the shadows, he was spotless. His suit was still as it was when he first appeared, with not even a single wrinkle visible.

The terrifying Kraken, which was formed by the power of shadows, gradually turned into bursts of black smoke and dissipated after losing Romon's control.

When the sight returned again, everyone looked at the scene, which was almost full of seriously injured wizards, and gasped.

"Arthur!"

Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, rushing in the direction of Arthur Weasley.

Dumbledore was looking at Romon with murderous intent in his eyes.

Yes.

The strength shown by Romon at this moment, as well as his ruthless style, had already made Dumbledore, the white wizard, successfully reveal his murderous intent.

Dumbledore's voice was cold as he held the Elder Wand in his hand.

"For Newt's sake, I can give you a chance to explain, why? Is it just because these people are hunting you?"

Romon shrugged.

"Of course not. Leaving aside the details of that incident, they are indeed the victims of the Silver Night. It is indeed their right to hunt me down and so on."

Dumbledore: "Then why kill?!"

The smile on Romon's face gradually faded.

"Why? Of course it is to tell them the cruelty of reality. The strong make mistakes and the weak bear the consequences. Professor Dumbledore, this is my purpose. It is their right to hunt me down."

"And just like ants, being easily crushed to death by me is the consequence they need to bear!"

Dumbledore's breathing became heavier at this moment.

He raised the Elder Wand in his hand and couldn't believe that the godson of his old friend in front of him could say such cruel words and do such cruel things.

And just when he was gritting his teeth and preparing to ruthlessly kill Romon here.

Romon raised his hand suddenly.

"Relax, I said, I'm just teaching them how to be a qualified ant. I'm not so crazy as to kill them and make me feel sick."

As he spoke, no movement was seen in his hand, and a potion bottle shining with golden light appeared in his hand.

"This bottle of potion, I call it [The Silver Demon's Grace of Immortality]. The material cost is thirty-eight thousand gold galleons. Professor Dumbledore, you should really thank our sponsor, Professor Snape."

As he spoke, without waiting for Dumbledore to say anything, he threw the bottle in his hand away.

"boom!"

The moment the golden medicine liquid burst open at the mouth of the bottle, it suddenly vaporized and turned into white-gold clouds full of sacred feeling. In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire place.

"Professor Dumbledore, put away your Elder Wand. It's better to keep this kind of thing to deal with your big problem, Senior Tom."

Secretly Voldemort: "...."

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