Traveling through the world of Harry Potter, he became an international student of the American Ministry of Magic studying at Hogwarts. Before graduation, he was imprisoned in Azkaban because a bottle of potion helped the entire British wizarding world enjoy a night of bliss.
Titled Silver Devil.
Fortunately, he has the [Heart of All Wisdom] mage growth auxiliary core.
[Alchemy Research], [Magic Upgrade], and [Pharmacion Development] are all at full-level
Hermione: Professor Romond is such a wise person. Even if he makes mistakes, it is to give love to others.
Harry: What did he mean when he said he had a hand in my birth?
Snape: Shameless man! How many times are you going to use Lily to threaten and use me?
Until, when Harry Potter was about to kill Voldemort and become the real savior, Dumbledore stepped in to stop him.
Dumbledore: Tom, if you agree to join us and join forces with us to fight against the Silver Demon, I will spare your life...
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The rustling sound of friction kept getting more intense amidst the crashing sounds of waves in the distance.
"Click! Click!"
A strange floating figure wrapped in tattered black linen, howling fiercely, stretched out a scabbed hand, revealing rotten arms under the black cloth.
I was chasing the habitual criminal who was running wildly in front of him.
On the cold blue-black stone road, large areas of ice condensed.
Dementors! Jailer of Azkaban!
It's one of the most dangerous magical races in the magical world!
However, these did not pose much of an obstacle to the strange snake in front of him with a strange potion in its mouth.
"Hiss..."
The strange snake, whose scales were constantly changing in color, let out a hiss and its body trembled without slowing down its movement speed. However, there were already several ferocious scratches on its body along the way.
However, such a ferocious injury did not make it flinch in the slightest.
On top of the potion in the mouth, the fresh soil is still exuding the fragrance after the rain. This is what adults need by name. It must be kept intact...
"Hiss!"
The strange snake accelerated, its body resembled white lightning flashing among the rocks, and more and more Dementors gathered.
After various pursuits and interceptions, in a short time, the strange snake had more and more scars on its body, and blood flowed out.
The bright red blood looked so inconspicuous among the dark rocks.
The Dementors behind him were densely packed, with hundreds of them in total.
The strange snake seemed to have seen something, with a hint of surprise in its golden vertical pupils.
The body suddenly bounced and flew out.
The next moment, the white snake's body covered with scars crossed a boundary.
Those were two ordinary sickles that were soaked in rain and stuck crosswise on the ground, looking extremely weird.
However, at the moment when the strange snake rushed past the sickle, the group of dementors who were only two or three meters away from the other side seemed to have seen something terrifying.
The body floating in the air also stopped in a hurry.
"Roar!"
Angry and unwilling howls echoed around Azkaban.
This caused the prisoners in the entire prison to tremble in fear.
This scene happened to be seen by the strange snake that was winding its way towards the top of the Azkaban Tower.
Azkaban Prison has a special situation. It is blessed with various magics. Not only does it have a huge space inside, but it also has extremely strong isolation magic outside.
However, at this moment, this layer of isolation magic seems to not affect the strange snake in front of him.
While climbing up, through the window, he saw the dark and damp cells, as well as the shivering and crazy prisoners inside. The strange snake's eyes flashed with pity and happiness.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The body kept climbing up, and all kinds of crazy howls echoed in Azkaban.
"Let me out! I admit my mistake, I have already admitted my mistake!"
"Damn the Ministry of Magic, the great Death Eaters will make you pay a heavy price. You can't lock me up! I will get out! Definitely!!!"
"Hahahaha, honey, what did I hear? Someone said he wanted to go out. He is so cute."
"Dementors, what happened to those dementors? Damn it, who is stimulating those disgusting guys..."
Covered with blood and dirt, the rain was carrying a cold wind, it was biting cold, and the stone bed was as hard as iron.
The chain connected to the stone lock on the wall completely binds the prisoner in the cell.
That is not only a chain, but also a "tableware" that Dementors need to use when eating to prevent food from running away...
The strange snake didn't see this. It had been going back and forth like this at least a hundred times over the years.
The guests in these cells are no longer the same group of people as before.
If it were said that originally, it would have taken pity on these people and helped them bring back some fresh gadgets from outside.
Now it is already numb.
"No matter what happens, as long as nothing happens to the adults, it doesn't matter to these people..."
On top of the potion in its mouth, the soil fell a little due to the fierce escape just now, and a scent of medicine began to spread, making the strange snake tense up instantly.
The climbing speed couldn't help but become a little faster.
Heavy rain washed away the tower of Azkaban, and the prisoners and the surrounding dementors were howling like ghosts. Combined with the pale thunder that came from time to time, the strange snake at this moment was like Prometheus stealing fire.
One floor, two floors, five floors... I climbed a dozen floors.
We arrived at the top level of Azkaban, and a platform protruding outside the high platform.
A Dementor, who seemed to be taller and exuded a stronger aura of terror, stood quietly here.
It's not like those dementors before, shouting to beat and kill the whole strange snake.
However, it is also very good to block the window in front of you.
The strange snake is not surprised by this.
The flashing light in the golden vertical pupils showed that the injuries on his body would never be forgotten like this.
Dementor: "..."
In the cold silence, the strange snake slowly opened its mouth.
The potion was fully revealed, and it was a flower that exuded bursts of purple light.
Hain's closing flowers.
An extremely rare and precious magic potion that lives in deep mountains and old forests.
On average, one plant costs more than 3,000 gold galleons, and it is still expensive but not marketable.
The dementor's rotten skull head lowered its head slightly and pretended to look at it for a while. Seeing the murderous intent in the eyes of the strange snake in front of him gradually emerge, he then moved away from his body.
The window, covered with a layer of frost, slowly opened.
The strange snake once again held the Hain curtain flower in its mouth.
Get through the window in front of you and just come in.
The warm scent of medicine came towards him, making him relax completely. His body covered with scars and dripping with blood unconsciously lay on the soft carpet.
The eyelids slowly began to fight.
A sound of footsteps came, in the warm light and shadow.
A familiar figure wearing the latest nightgown from Madam Malkin's Clothing Store this year came over, accompanied by the other person's voice with obvious anger.
"Elizabeth, your injury is more serious than last time... It seems that you need to let these dirty things know how to be a qualified watchdog in front of me!"
"Elizabeth, your injury is more serious than last time... It seems that you need to let these dirty things know how to be a qualified watchdog in front of me!"
"Hiss..."
The man's voice was angry, causing the dementor outside the window to tremble.
The figure flashed and he simply fled from there.
Looking at the empty window sill, a cold flash flashed in Luo Meng's eyes.
Just when he was about to repair these disgusting things that didn't know how to live or die, just like he did thirteen years ago when he was just imprisoned.
There was a cold and soft touch next to my feet.
"Hiss..."
The strange snake named Elizabeth slowly opened her mouth, revealing the Hain's Curtain Flower that she had preserved very well inside.
There was a look of anticipation in a pair of snake eyes.
The coldness on Romon's face melted, he carefully touched the other person's head and took the potion over.
Observed for a while and nodded.
"No problem, you kept them very well. Since you don't want me to deal with them, that's fine. Once this bottle of potion is successfully made, you will teach them a lesson yourself."
Hearing this, Elizabeth was as happy as a child.
Wandering around in the luxuriously furnished top-floor cell of Azkaban.
Roman laughed and cursed, and after applying the recovery potion to the other party, he got into a medicine room next to him and got busy.
"Thickened blood of mature Veela, dried dragon heart tissue ground into ash, painstaking grass juice..."
Things that, in the eyes of the outside world, could not even be used as potion ingredients, were now found in the apothecary room of a place like Azkaban that no one could have imagined, and were taken out by Romon.
A pungent smell, accompanied by high temperature and cooking, as well as the addition of ingredients at the right time, are constantly changing and twisting in the air...
Thirteen years ago, Romon Goldstein Kowalski was one of the most outstanding students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
In just a few days, he went from a 17-year-old sixth-year wizard to a person who caused shock to the entire wizarding world, even worse than the existence of Voldemort and Tom Riddle.
She was sentenced to 480 years in prison by the British Ministry of Magic.
Became the first prisoner to enter Azkaban at 17, the youngest prisoner with the longest sentence.
Although he relied on his abilities to live a comfortable life in Azkaban, known as the wizard's hell.
but...
Roman looked at the bubbling crucible in front of him, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
He started to want to go out.
.....
London, England.
Ministry of Magic.
In the minister's office.
Cornelius Fudge looked at the most famous white wizard in the wizarding world, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, with a constipated look on his face.
A pair of eyes like toads, almost bursting out of their sockets in anger because of Dumbledore's intention.
"Water...Dumbledore, do you know what you are talking about? Do you know how big a mistake the so-called poor boy you mentioned has made?!"
"It is no exaggeration to say that if you hadn't tried your best to stop him, there wouldn't have been a wizard in the entire European wizarding world who didn't want to kill that guy, everyone!"
"Did you hear clearly? Everyone wanted to kill him back then!"
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