Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 38 The Warrior Who Dared to Slay the Dragon

A crimson beam of light, exuding an evil aura, shot straight toward Poisson, like a monster that devoured everything, even dimming the surrounding light.

Time stood still at that moment.

Lucien was hunched over, his face deathly pale, as if all his strength had been drained away; Marcus fell heavily to the ground, completely incapacitated, yet a gleeful smile appeared on his face; Malfoy drew his wand, his face filled with worry, never expecting anyone to dare use dark magic in the school; Goyle stood guard over the stiff Crabbe, his expression blank, clearly not having reacted...

Of all those present, the calmest was Poisson, who was about to be cursed.

whoosh-

boom!

Thanks to Marcus's one second of delay, Poisson was unable to react in time, and the scarlet spell struck him directly in the face, bursting out with an eerie halo.

"I won, kid!"

Marcus burst into hearty laughter. He was completely insane and didn't care about anything anymore. Even if he was suspended from school or even expelled, he wanted Persson to spend the rest of his life at St. Mungo's Hospital!

Lucien stared blankly at his wand, seemingly unable to believe that the nightmare that had haunted him for days had been defeated so easily...

?

"A rather interesting curse..."

A teasing voice suddenly rang out.

As the smoke cleared, Poison, who should have been wailing in pain, was unharmed, except for patches of bluish scales that inexplicably appeared on his face, like a protective armor.

"It's a pity its power is too weak," Persson commented on Lucien's dark magic like a cynical gourmet, "Lucien, you're too weak, afraid of causing serious consequences, afraid of being sent to Azkaban..."

"Haven't you learned your lesson? True black magic should be practiced with the intention of killing the target."

Poisson spoke in a flat tone, as if he were criticizing Lucien for not even knowing the basics of one plus one equals two.

To others, however, it sounded like the whispers of the devil!

What kind of first-grader would talk about killing people all the time?!

"Ha, it seems I've lost." Looking at the unharmed Persson, Lucien smiled bitterly and threw his wand on the ground, but felt a strange sense of relief.

Even his most powerful and proudest dark magic was as laughable as a cleansing spell in front of Persson, so why should he continue to struggle?

"A madman, an absolute madman!"

Marcus shouted loudly, finally realizing that Poisson was definitely not mentally sound!

Despite possessing overwhelming strength, and despite being unharmable even if he stood still, Persson still played along with them in this childish game, just to enjoy the despair on the loser's face.

Marcus felt like a toy puppet, his every move controlled by others, and he had no power to resist even when Persson twisted his head off like a child.

The only saving grace is that they are currently at Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's protection, so Persson probably wouldn't dare kill them.

As if guessing what Marcus was thinking, Persson smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm going to see Dumbledore later, I won't hurt you."

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to thank Poisson for his leniency, when he heard a voice:

"but--"

His heart leaped into his throat once again.

"But," Persson paused deliberately, finding the look of Lucien and Marcus's eyes, which had just seen hope only to fall into despair, quite amusing, "but you've provoked me time and time again. If I don't do something, people will think I'm easy to bully..."

Marcus cursed inwardly, "Is such a freak afraid of being bullied?"

On the surface, however, he forced a fawning smile and said, "Don't worry, once we get back to the lounge, I'll definitely spread the word about your strength, and I guarantee no fool will dare to cause you any more trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Poisson simply extended one finger and gently shook it.

"No, no, no, that's too boring. A peaceful life always needs a little fun to spice things up."

Toy?

You just mentioned toys, didn't you?!

Marcus is now certain that Poisson was just using them for fun and never treated them as human beings!

However dissatisfied he was, his life was still in their hands, so he had no choice but to go along with Poisson's words:

"Then...so, what do you want to do?"

"Someone always has to pay the price," Poisson said matter-of-factly. "Only through pain can young people truly learn their lesson, can't they?"

"No, you can't do this!" Marcus's voice trembled with tears. "Headmaster Dumbledore won't let you get away with this!"

This was the first time Marcus had ever genuinely addressed Dumbledore as Headmaster since enrolling, instead of calling him the crazy old geezer.

Unexpectedly, Poisson shook his head again.

"Of course, I know Dumbledore is watching," he raised an eyebrow. "Can't you understand human language? I said I wouldn't hurt you, and I won't. I always keep my promises."

"Then—" Marcus burst into tears, wishing Poisson would slap him or kick him hard.

Instead of being tormented by hope and despair like this...

Lucien.

Persson spoke again, but this time he called out to Lucien, who had given up resisting.

"You know what? I actually quite admire you. How many times have you challenged me now?"

Poisson rested his chin on his finger, pretending to be deep in thought.

"One...two...three...that's right, three times! You're the first human to have the courage to challenge me three times!"

Lucien's body trembled, not from excitement, but from fear.

Poisson, however, seemed completely oblivious.

He smiled at Lucien, bent down, picked up the wand from the ground for the boy, wiped it on the corner of his clothes, and gently handed it to him.

"I won't dare... I'll never dare again..." Lucien murmured indistinctly, resisting the wand as if even touching it would be a great disrespect to Persson.

Despite the disobedient boy, Persson showed no anger, only his usual warm smile.

He just kept doing it again and again.

Tirelessly, she shoved the wand into the boy's hand, pried open his fingers, and forced him to grip the wand tightly.

"Don't be afraid," Persson's voice was very soft, almost a whisper, his breath making Lucien's ear feel cool. "I've told you before, you are a brave man, and what I admire most are those warriors who dare to slay dragons."

"So, I've decided to give you a choice..."

Poisson's smile remained unchanged, but he slightly increased his volume to ensure everyone could hear him clearly.

"Lucien, I'm curious, what would happen if that dark magic were cast on someone else?"

"Make your choice! Today is your lucky day; only one person will have to pay the price!"

"Is it you, or your beloved captain?"