Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

Lucifer, who was waiting outside the [Room of Requirement], pacing left and right, anxiously waiting for news about Romon, saw Romon suddenly appear.

Just as he was about to say something, his mouth opened slowly and uncontrollably.

Lucifer:".......WTF"

His eyes were fixed on Romon's shining eyes, as beautiful as stars. The aura exuding from the other person's body was so familiar.

But how could this aura appear on anyone other than Sandman?

Not to mention, this man was originally just an ordinary human wizard.

Lucifer only felt that the countless years he had lived had really lived like a dog, except that his age was increasing every day.

There really is no progress at all in other aspects.

""803"You, you really succeeded? The power of dreams?!"

Romon smiled slightly, looked at Lucifer who was asking questions, slowly raised a hand, and the next moment

"Wow!!!"

Six pairs of extremely holy wings with golden-red brilliance suddenly opened from behind Lucifer without any warning. The familiar angel wings were floating in the air.

Lucifer's pupils shrank suddenly.

He almost instinctively avoided these fluttering feathers. To him now, after touching this kind of thing, it was no different from a human Muggle touching concentrated sulfuric acid.

However, just when he was about to make a move, He suddenly reacted and tilted his head stiffly.

He saw something familiar behind him that he had never seen in countless years.

"this......."

Familiar power surged into his heart, and he mobilized the power in his body in a strange and nervous way, just like he did back then.

He could clearly feel the magic power of hell in his body, but this power was now incredibly dormant.

It was as if they had reached some kind of agreement with this power of holy light that appeared out of thin air, or it was as if they could"not see" the existence of the other party.

However, Lucifer's dream-like feeling lasted only a few minutes.

With a smirk on Romon's lips, the six pairs of holy Seraph wings disappeared in an instant.

What disappeared with it was the familiar power of holy light.

Lucifer was immersed in it one moment, and the next second he seemed to be woken up by several violent slaps from his sleep, with a dazed and confused look in his eyes.

Only after seeing the weird smile on Luo Meng's face did he realize it.

Everything just now was completely the application of [Dream of the Power of Rules].

He opened his mouth, but in the end he only said one sentence

"It is indeed a power that only a superior god can control. It can even simulate the [Power of Rules, Holy Light]. I didn't even feel anything wrong with that power just now......."

Romon smiled. simulation?

If before he really controlled this power, Luo Meng had similar thoughts.

Now that he has truly mastered the [Dream of the Power of Rules], Romon will not be so simple as to think that the power of dreams is as simple as simulating all illusions as much as possible.

Being able to be equally classified into the level of upper god power as [Power of Rules Death] and [Power of Rules Time], the power of dreams has its own powerful confidence.

When Romon once again appeared in the secret room where the Sandman was kept.

The latter's expression of indifference, which had remained unchanged ever since he was imprisoned here, finally showed an exaggerated distortion.

"This is impossible!"

Looking at this, the upper god Sandman stood up directly from the ground without even an inch of his body.

With an unbridled smile on his lips, Romon slowly opened his arms, and the [Dream of the Power of Rules] kept flowing on his body.

No barriers at all and full of nature

"How is this impossible? Mr. Sandman, it seems that your understanding of wisdom is far from enough."

Sandman:"......"

He was lying in shock in the sealing circle that was isolated from the outside world, and he could still clearly feel the power in Romon's body.

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't believe it.

How long has it been?!

Just over a year.

Although he was originally caught off guard, Romon summoned him directly here through the summoning method in the next work, and snatched away the three artifacts. He was full of anger... but he didn't show any anxiety at all.

Not everyone can control the power of dreams, not even Lucifer.

And as long as these bold fanatics fail or make a small mistake, causing the power of dreams to lose control, that's when they can easily break the seal in front of them. but.

In his planning, there had never been a situation where Romon had mastered the power of dreams and stood on his side.

He stared blankly at Romon, who looked proud.

"Lord Sandman, since the power of dreams has increased too much, you should find a way to make your divine body more powerful, instead of sealing all this power into so-called artifacts after your divine body cannot carry this power."

Romon said with a smile.

Under Sandman's gloomy gaze, he slowly walked out of the secret room.

Everything that happened next was very simple.

There were still two artifacts that he needed to destroy. In addition, [ The magical operation of"Dreamland, the Power of Rules", now this power can only be mastered by Romon in a superficial way.

If you want to truly exert the power of this power, you will inevitably need a lot of knowledge from the [Dharma Temple]

"However, before that, it’s time for me, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, to show my face."

Romon stood on the 2.5 side of the window of the Palace of Truth, looking at the towering and simple Hogwarts Castle in front of him. He used to think that this castle was very good.

However, with the improvement of Romon's strength now, he felt a little bit, Not only is Hogwarts a bit small. (If you want to read exciting novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

Moreover, it is a bit different from the holy place in the wizarding world in my mind.

For example, Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry , and Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact, their buildings are not much different from Hogwarts. At most, they are different in style and layout.

This does not show the difference of the Wizarding Holy Land.

Romon pondered. As he stood there, in his peripheral vision, he happened to see Lucifer sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking a little absent-minded.

The corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly.

"Hey, my dear brother Lucifer, would you mind doing me a little favor?".