Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

Looking at the figure standing at the door of the common room, Molly Weasley's face couldn't help but flash a look of disgust.

"This is the Gryffindor Lounge, what's the matter with you being here as a Slytherin?!"

"Also, with that kind of despicable means to rob the Burrow, now that the British Ministry of Magic is about to fall, everything signed by that old thing of Fudge will be torn to shreds!"

"Including the damn Silver Demon King behind you..."

Halfway through her words, Molly Weasley was pulled by the quick-eyed Ginny on the side, and the rest of the words stopped.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, now the Silver Lord's home base, even if Romon doesn't care, if Elizabeth or Miss Wednesday hears it.

Even if they killed Molly Weasley, Romon wouldn't say anything about it.

Now that the International Federation of Wizards has obviously begun to prepare to deal with and sanction Romon, and with Romon's style of acting, surrender or peace talks are not even considered.

A big war is inevitable.

"Ron, you can leave with us, Hogwarts will be unsafe in the future, Professor Romon 987....... The officials sent by the International Confederation of Wizards to negotiate and persuade were all killed by him, and your stay here will only be affected by the rest of the battle. "

Ginny Weasley opened her mouth to persuade, but Ron's answer was firm.

"I don't care about any wars, I don't care about any International Confederation of Wizards, I'm going to stay here, and I advise you to stay at Hogwarts too, you know too little about Professor Romon, he's very powerful, he's..."

"That's enough! put away your brainwashed idiot!"

Molly Weasley interrupted rudely, pulled up a group of Ginny, and looked sternly at the two sons on the side.

"George, Fred, don't let me say it a second time, don't worry about going to school next, your father has already found a place for you, and..."

Molly Weasley paused slightly, looking disdainfully at Ron, who she disliked the most, who was also her son.

"I'm sure you'll soon be back at Hogwarts, a Hogwarts where there's no dirt. "

Ron clenched his fists and said no more.

In this way, there were not a few people who watched Molly Weasley take the other children towards the outside of the academy, and there were not a few people who moved their things away one after another.

When night fell, it was time for Hogwarts to eat.

Everyone couldn't help but be sad to find that the number of young wizards in the restaurant had plummeted by as much as three-quarters.

"Look, a bunch of scumbags who only know what they can do from Professor Romon have all offered their circles at this time. "

Draco Malfoy snorted disdainfully, glancing from the direction of the other three house tables.

The sound was not loud, but in the dead and silent restaurant at the moment, it was heard by everyone.

"Mr. Malfoy, looks like you're done eating, why don't you go to the [Monster Fortress] to clean up the dragon dung?" Snape's cold voice came.

Draco Malfoy lowered his head stupidly, but the disdain and pride on his face did not diminish in the slightest, on the contrary, expressions like his abound on the faces of the little wizards on Slytherin's side.

For nothing else, at the moment, in the dining room, except for the Slytherin table, it is still relatively densely seated, and there are basically not many people absent.

Like Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, at the moment, the tables of the three houses are full of large empty seats.

It can be said that the number of students left in one house of Slytherin alone can be compared to the total number of students in the other three houses.

The sound of footsteps coming from the doorway with a certain relaxed regularity was accompanied by a familiar voice, humming a tune that no one else (addi) had ever heard.

"Wow, it looks like we'll be able to recruit more first-year students next year..."

When Romon saw the situation in the restaurant, not only did he not have any worries, but his face was relaxed, and even... Glad?

Although they couldn't believe it, everyone looked at Romon who was seated in the principal's position, and the smile on the other party's face was a real and happy expression.

"Filch, I didn't expect you to stay. "

Looking at Filch, who brought him dinner, Romon smiled slightly, the latter was not as restrained as before.

Very respectfully and naturally bowed slightly to Romone.

"Master, you have given me a new life, I will not go anywhere except where you are, I will serve you with all my heart in this life..."

Romon chuckled, and then began to enjoy his dinner as if no one was around.

Below, the little wizards couldn't help but look at each other when they saw this scene.

They thought that Romon would at least say something to them, but they didn't expect that they didn't mean anything.

At this time, McGonagall, who was sitting in the professorship, suddenly stood up, and beside her, there was Professor Trelawney huddled behind her.

Romon chewed on the beef in his mouth and stared at Professor McGonagall with a solemn, cold face.

"So, Professor McGonagall has already made her decision?"

McGonagall took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

"Professor Trelawney, and Mrs. Hodge, are leaving, let them go, and I'll stay and continue to work for you. "

There was a dead silence at the scene, and Harry Potter and the others, who were sitting in the Gryffindor House seats, widened their eyes. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Walter?!Are the professors resigning?"

"Oh my god, Professor McGonagall mean, she has other plans to leave... This. "

"Is it really that serious?"

Romon stared deeply at Professor McGonagall in front of him, the other party's face was still as delicate as before, however, in just a few days, there were some absurd feelings for him before.

Now it's like looking at some kind of demon.

Shaking his head slightly, a small gesture suddenly caused a slight look of anger on McGonagall's face.

"Why? They don't want to go on adventures with you, they don't want to be buried with you, they are just a little person at Hogwarts, in your words, you..."

"Minerva!"

Romon interrupted, and then, under the horrified gaze of everyone, suddenly spoke.

"Professor McGonagall, I inform you in my capacity as the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... You're fired!"

Minerva McGonagall: "Walter?!"

Everyone present: "!!".