Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

Accompanied by the Norwegian spinosaurus, it rumbled, like a meteorite, in the open space outside the gladiatorial arena, smashing a deep pit.

The British wizards, who were originally united and frantically launched a counterattack against Romon, felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

The Weasleys originally took the initiative to cover several Ministry of Magic Aurors who jointly cast [All Spells to the End], helping to resist the swarming shadow forces around them, in case Romon broke the formation again.

However, the terrifying extent of the shadow power that Romon exerted could only be experienced personally.

Only then can I understand the horror of this.

Often it seems like a very ordinary impact, but the Weasleys need to mobilize the magic power of their whole body to resist it, so that they can barely resist.

However, with the passage of time, this situation finally caused the two to begin to show physical strength.

"Arthur, no, I can't hold on!"

"Hurry up and rotate, we can't hold on!"

"God..."

The two shouted one after another.

However, the wizard, who had not waited for rotation for half a day, just turned around, but was shocked to find.

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

Twisted, either people who have been severely consumed by mana and have been retired, or wizards who have simply been seriously injured and are receiving emergency treatment.

The two looked towards the duel arena again.

It didn't matter, he had just helped a few Aurors around him to resist the invasion and interference of the power of shadows.

They didn't pay attention to the situation in the field, after all, there were three or four thousand wizards joining forces to fight, and they didn't need to join the most dangerous battle atmosphere.

However.

The display was like a loud slap in the face, slapped the faces of the two.

Looking up, above the open space in the gladiatorial arena, there were one wizard after another, who could not even climb up.

"Director Crouch!"

Arthur Weasley suddenly exclaimed.

Looking in the direction of his gaze, he saw that the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch, who was respected by everyone, was holding an injured Auror with one hand, constantly casting phantom transfiguration in the attack of the terrifying tentacle.

"Damn it!"

Arthur Weasley cursed lowly, instantly cast a phantom transfiguration, and rushed into it.

The figure had just appeared beside Barty, and without waiting for him to say something, an invisible oppressive force suddenly made his body stiffen in place.

"Boom!"

A tentacle swept at this time, and Arthur Weasley didn't have time to dodge, and was swept out in an instant.

"No, !!"

When Mrs. Weasley saw this scene, she only felt that the sky was falling, and she didn't know where the strength came from, but she rushed towards the field madly.

"Boom!"

Looking at the terrifying tentacles that suddenly smashed overhead, Mrs. Weasley closed her eyes in despair for an instant.

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

"Romon Kowalski! Enough! Stop!"

The grand voice seemed to have a powerful effect, attracting the power of the surrounding shadows, and it was a tremor.

I saw that Dumbledore didn't know when, but he had already appeared in the field with the Elder Wand in hand.

The old wand flashed with fluorescence, but the faint fluorescence instantly made the shadow tentacles above his head weakly fall.

There was a brief silence at the scene.

Just as those who were still conscious, under the nervous and desperate gaze, a slightly frivolous voice came from the shadows.

"Well, since it was Professor Dumbledore who came forward, I gave this face. "

Looking at Luo Meng who came out of the shadows, the other party was spotless, and his suit was still the same as when he first appeared, and he couldn't even see a trace of wrinkles.

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

When the sight was restored again, everyone looked at the scene of the seriously injured wizard, and they all gasped.

"Arthur!"

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

Dumbledore's gaze towards Romon at this moment was also full of killing intent.

Yes.

At this moment, the strength displayed by Romon, as well as his own ruthless style, has made Dumbledore, the white wizard, successfully show his killing intent.

Holding the Elder Wand in his hand, Dumbledore's voice was cold.

"For Newt's sake, I can give you a chance to explain, why?

Romon shrugged.

"Of course not, let's not talk about the details of that incident back then, these people are indeed victims of the Extreme Silver Night, chasing me or something, this is indeed their power." "

Dumbledore: "Then why hurt the killer?!"

The smile on Romon's face gradually converged.

To tell them of the cruelty of reality, of course, that the strong make mistakes, that the weak bear it, that Professor Dumbledore, that is my purpose, and that hunting me down is their power. "

"And like ants, being easily pinched to death by me is also the consequences they need to bear!"

Dumbledore's breathing became heavy at this moment.

He raised the old wand in his hand, unbelievable 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 gritted his teeth and was ready to kill Romon here.

Romon suddenly raised his hand.

"Take it easy, I said, I just taught them how to be a qualified ant, and I haven't been so distraught as to kill them, causing me to be sick." "

Saying that, without seeing any movement on his hand, a bottle of potion shining with golden brilliance appeared in his hand.

"This potion, I call it [Silver Lord's Unkillable Grace], material cost, thirty-eight thousand gold gallons, Professor Dumbledore, you really should thank our sponsor, Professor Snape." "

Saying that, without waiting for Dumbledore to say anything, he casually threw the bottle in his hand and flew out.

"Bang!"

The moment the golden liquid burst open at the mouth of the bottle, it suddenly vaporized, turning into a cloud of white-gold, full of divine sense, and the blink of an eye had already filled the audience.

"Professor Dumbledore, put away your old wand, this kind of thing is still suitable to keep to deal with your big trouble, Senior Tom. "

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