Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

[Dear British Minister for Magic, Connelly. Fudge

As for the results of your Ministry's treatment of our excellent wizard Mr. Romon, our side was opposed that year.

However, it is clear that your country is really unfair to make a fuss about this incident that did not cause much actual loss.

Shamelessly imprisoned Romon. Goldstein. Thirteen years of Mr. Kowalski is a grave provocation to the dignity of our American Ministry of Magic, and our side cannot bear it

On behalf of the United States Department of Magic, I hereby make a formal announcement that this written submission represents our ultimatum.

Immediately release my subordinate to the U.S. Ministry of Magic, the best potions master of the century, Romon. Goldstein. Mr. Kowalski and ensure that all lawful and reasonable activities in your jurisdiction are carried out.

Within seven days of the letter being delivered, we could not receive a satisfactory response.

I am sorry to inform you, Secretary Connery, that your resume will be a great honor to add to the remarkable deeds of the war between the British and American wizarding worlds.

May Merlin's wisdom come upon you

-Donald. Understand-]

"Waterfa!? That's impossible!!! "

After reading the contents on the letterhead, a layer of fine sweat instantly broke out on Fudge's entire forehead.

His face was pale, his eyes were wide, and he stared at Dumbledore in disbelief at the old god in front of him.

Gnash one's teeth.

"This is impossible! That little ghost, no, even with the family behind him, and Newt Scamander! There is absolutely no way you will let this American Ministry of Magic stand out for them! "

"This is impossible!"

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

There was a faint glimmer of memory in his eyes, as if he was recalling something that had happened.

Sigh.

"Fudge, you know, the letter marks of the US Department of Magic, even I can't fake, they even do a better job in this area than our side..."

"In a way, Fudge, you really don't understand at all, what Romon's kid represents, what you see in front of you is the truth, continue to lock him up, the US Department of Magic will definitely make a big move about 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 made him really dilemma.

By releasing Romon, he will inevitably offend the entire British wizarding world, and even the entire Europa wizarding world.

But do not release Romon ..... During his tenure, it caused a great war in the wizarding world.

Then he is even cooler.

Finally, when he didn't know how many laps he had walked, and even Dumbledore was about to finish the snack on his desk, Fudge paused in his steps.

Gritting his teeth and staring at each other.

"Dumbledore, the reason, I need to know why the American wizarding world sent me such a strong threat to declare war for such a ghost! I need to know why! "

See the situation is almost the same.

Dumbledore also smiled slightly, and under the gaze of the other party, he felt a crystalline, egg-sized amethyst potion bottle from his arms.

In front of Fudge.

"Look at it, how beautiful, something even Severus had to praise, our work by Mr. Romon, from the notes he kept at home, we know that the name of the potion is [Merlin's Second Presence at Midnight]

..."

Fudge: "..."

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

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

"Indeed, his style..."

"But what effect does this potion have?"

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

"Just like its name, Merlin gave 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 at first, and then his expression changed greatly.

"You mean?!"

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

"This potion can give the Squibs a second chance, allowing them to rekindle a magical surge and thus become a true wizard, although a person only has one chance, but... Fudge, you must understand by now why the American wizarding world is so excited, right? "

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

The brain is somewhat blank.

Just like the birth of the United States, the birth of the American wizarding world was naturally born on the Europa side, and some mixed pureblood families moved to the American side.

Gradually developed, to get to the current situation.

In the American wizarding world, the situation of squibs in wizarding families is much higher than on their side.

"No wonder, if you get the formula and preparation method of this potion, the power of the entire American wizarding world will at least double..."

Dumbledore nodded.

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

"I can get him out of jail early, but... Dumbledore, one thing I want to state is that the so-called by the US Department of Magic, let's keep that little imp of Romon safe. "

Fudge shook his head: "We can't do it, there are more people who want to kill him than this Auror of the British Ministry of Magic, and to put it mildly, even our Aurors, not no one wants to kill him." "

Dumbledore coughed dryly and nodded too.

"Don't worry, I will communicate this with the other side, you know, they are all very realistic, they only want the formula of the potion."

"As for Romon's safety, I will arrange it for him."

Just as the two were rushing from the British Ministry of Magic in the direction of Azkaban.

Meanwhile, Azkaban.

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

In the dimly lit apothecary room, Romon and the strange snake Elizabeth at their feet both looked at the potion bottle in front of them with an obsessive expression.

It was like a white storm swirling in the potion bottle, shining slightly.

Romon sniffed the smell of the potion, which was exactly the same as the simulated situation in his mind.

"Elizabeth, I think, we really succeeded this time..."

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