Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

【Dear British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

We have been opposed to the outcome of your Ministry of Magic's treatment of Mr. Lomond, our country's outstanding wizard.

But obviously, it is unfair for your country to make a fuss about this incident, which did not cause much actual damage.

The shameless detention of Mr. Romon Goldstein Kowalski for thirteen years is a serious provocation to the dignity of the United States Ministry of Magic. We have reached the end of our tolerance here. On behalf of the United States Ministry of Magic, I would like to formally announce that this This written submission shall constitute our ultimatum.

Immediately release Mr. Romon Goldstein Kowalski, a subordinate of the United States Ministry of Magic and the best potion master of this century, and be sure to ensure all his legal and reasonable activities in your jurisdiction.

We were unable to receive a satisfactory reply within seven days of the letter being delivered.

I am sorry to inform you, Minister Connery, that you will be honored to add to your resume in office and set off the outstanding deeds of the war between the wizarding world between Britain and the United States.

May Merlin’s wisdom come to you

-Donald understands-】

"Watfa! ? This is impossible!!!"

After reading the contents of the letter, Fudge suddenly broke out in a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

His face was pale, and he stared at Dumbledore in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

He gritted his teeth.

"This is absolutely impossible! That kid, no, even with the family behind him, and Newt Scamander! There is absolutely no way you can let the American Ministry of Magic stand up for them!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Listening to the other party's hoarse roar, Dumbledore just shook his head gently.

There was a faint light of memory in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about something in the past.

He sighed.

"Fudge, you know that even I can't fake the letter markings of the American Ministry of Magic. They are even better than us in this regard......."

"To a certain extent, Fudge, you really don't understand what the child Romon represents. What you see in front of you is the fact. If you continue to imprison him, the United States Ministry of Magic will definitely go to war over it."

Fudge:"......"

Holding the letter in his hand with a tangled expression, he paced back and forth in the office.

Today Dumbledore really brought him a big problem that really put him in a dilemma.

By releasing Romon, he would definitely offend the entire British wizarding world, and even the entire European wizarding community.

But don't release Romon.....During his tenure, he caused a war in the wizarding world.

Then he is even cooler.

Finally, after walking around for who knows how many times, when even Dumbledore was about to finish the snacks on his desk, Fudge paused.

Gritting teeth and staring at each other

"Dumbledore, why, I need to know why the American wizarding world would send me such a strong threat of war for such a brat! I need to know why!"

Seeing that the situation is almost over.

Dumbledore also smiled slightly. Under the gaze of the other party, he took out a crystal amethyst potion bottle about the size of an egg from his arms.

He placed it in front of Fudge.

"Look at it, how beautiful it is, something that even Severus had to praise. It is the work of Mr. Romon. From the notes he left at home, we know that the name of this potion is [Merlin's Second Midnight Fortunately】......"

Fudge:"......"

Fudge, who was still immersed in this beauty, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth after hearing the name.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"It's indeed his style....."

"However, what effect does this potion have?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, looked at the potion bottle, his eyes flickered, and murmured

"Just like its name, Merlin gives the wizard a second chance, Fudge......How many squibs are there in the British wizarding world?"

When the word"squib" came out of Dumbledore's mouth, Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

"You mean?!"

Dumbledore nodded, pointed to the potion bottle in front of him, and murmured

"This potion can give Squibs a second chance, allowing them to re-ignite a surge of magic and become a true wizard. Although a person only has one chance,.....Fudge, you must understand now why the American wizarding community is so excited, right?"

Fudge nodded, took a breath, and then sat down on the chair weakly.

His mind was a little blank.

Just like the birth of the United States, the birth of the American wizarding world was naturally born out of Europa, and some of them were not mixed up. The pure-blood families moved to the United States. Gradually

, they developed and the situation is what it is today.

In the American wizarding world, the number of squibs in wizard families is much higher than here.

"No wonder, if the formula and preparation method of this potion are obtained, the power of the entire American wizarding world will be at least doubled......"

Dumbledore nodded.

Fudge gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time before finally speaking again.

"I could get him out of jail early, but.....Dumbledore, I want to make one point. The United States Ministry of Magic says, let us ensure the safety of that brat Romon. Fudge shook his head:"

We can't do it. There are more people who want to kill him than there are Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic. And to put it bluntly, even our Aurors are not without people who want to kill him." Kill him."

Dumbledore coughed dryly and nodded.

"Don't worry, I will communicate this with them. You know, they are very realistic. They only want the formula of the potion."

"As for Romon's safety, I will make arrangements for him."

Just as the two of them were rushing towards Azkaban from the British Ministry of Magic.

At the same time, Azkaban

"A"bang" sound, like the sound of a red wine cork being opened, sounded from the potion bottle in Romon's hand.

In the dim potion room, Romon and the strange snake Elizabeth at his feet looked at the person in front of them with fascination. Potion bottle.

It was like a white storm swirling in the potion bottle, crystal clear and emitting a faint light.

Romon smelled the smell of the potion, and it was exactly the same as the situation simulated in his mind.

"Elizabeth, I think we really made it this time......"

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