Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 2 Hogwarts?

"Professor Dumbledore, are you joking? How could a dragon possibly transform into a human? There's absolutely no precedent for this!"

"Connelly, a precedent is a precedent precisely because it has never happened before?"

"Okay, let's assume it's all true... But what should we do with him? Should we send him to the Fire Dragon Protection Area as planned?"

"No, we cannot treat a child like an animal, especially since the Fire Dragon Reserve does not have the capacity to discipline him."

"But we can't just let him go back into society like this! That kid has already gotten several Aurors into St. Mungo's Hospital. If he causes any more trouble, I'll be the Minister for Magic for good!"

"Relax, Connelly. Actually, I've already thought of a good place for him..."

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wow-

The sturdy iron chains firmly locked Poisson to the chair, but what constrained him even more was this frail, powerless human body.

Transfiguration, a skill that only adult dragons can master, was awakened by Persson in his early childhood, partly due to his familiarity with humans, and partly due to his innate talent.

Aside from the silver dragons, which are closest to humans, ordinary dragons have always disdained to transform into human form. For the arrogant and conceited five-colored dragons, this is an unbearable insult.

As for Poisson, his idea was quite simple.

Human beings have their limits!

He would never want to expose himself to such a vulnerable state unless absolutely necessary.

As for the current situation, it is clearly a necessary one...

Persson shifted uncomfortably, while the Aurors guarding him rested their hands on their wands at their waists, but made no move.

The pleading tactic finally worked.

The old man neither killed him nor took him to the so-called "Fire Dragon Protection Area," but instead brought him to this empty, dark underground room.

"What you need to do next is very simple."

"Feign submission, and outlive that old man to death..."

In the Dragon Legacy of Persephone, there are many stories like this: a valiant king subdues a cunning green dragon with his strength, rides it to conquer and roam freely, but his legacy always disappears after his death.

Dragons have long lifespans, and the ruthless green dragons don't care about appearances. The "enduring the old man's life" tactic is the simplest and most ethical way to accumulate wealth.

If the dragon can outlast all its enemies, it will be invincible!

crunch--

The wooden door made a screeching sound as several footsteps entered the room.

Leading the group was naturally the powerful old man, followed by Charlie, who had narrowly escaped, and a short, stout man who was constantly wiping sweat and looked extremely flustered.

"No, Professor Dumbledore, you can't do that. Our offices will be overflowing with letters from parents yelling at us..."

The short, stout man was trying to persuade him of something, but Persson's attention was more focused on how he addressed him.

Dumbledore?

That familiar feeling came over me once again.

Persson was certain that the sense of familiarity did not come from the Dragon's Legacy, but from his memories of his past life.

But where exactly did it come from?

He couldn't remember for a moment.

"It's just a few letters. I hear people calling me an old madman every day," Dumbledore said gently, trying to soothe me.

“But it’s not the same!” Cornelius Fudge stubbornly shook his head. “You are Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time! And I am just a lowly Minister for Magic, and I’ve only been in office for a year!”

"Alright, Cornelius," Dumbledore said with a hint of exasperation, as if coaxing a child for candy, "this has nothing to do with you. If it happens to be exposed by accident, you can easily pin the blame on me..."

"No, that's not what I meant!"

Fudge hurriedly waved his hand, but you could tell from the gleam in his small eyes that this was what he meant.

"Professor Dumbledore, I absolutely trust your decision. You are free to take the child with you whenever you wish!"

"However, given the child's extraordinary destructive power, the Ministry of Magic must appoint a guardian for him to ensure that the public knows we have not done nothing."

"You, yes, it's you! The red-haired... Weasley kid, right? From now on, you're this child's guardian! If you can control a dragon, controlling a child should be a piece of cake, right?"

With a few words, Fudge absolved himself of all responsibility, then pointed at the bewildered Charlie, ordering him in an inescapable tone, leaving him no room to refuse.

"Minister Fookie... I... okay..."

Charlie forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, but since his father worked at the Ministry of Magic, he was terrified that Minister Fudge would say something like:

You wouldn't want your father to lose his job, would you?

Poisson watched with great interest.

Although he has become a dragon, he still retains a part of humanity within him.

Eleven years of isolation from the world were much harder to endure than he had imagined. More than once, he wanted to turn himself back into a human and visit the nearby human towns.

Of course, not in the way we are now.

"Child, what's your name?"

Dumbledore ignored Fudge's theatrics and walked up to Persson, bending down to look him in the eye.

Since the decision had been made to outlast the old man, Persson naturally had no reason to refuse to cooperate. However, out of the dragon's pride, he slightly raised his head and adopted a disdainful attitude.

"Persson, Persson Savarrick, the noble pure-blooded green dragon."

Upon hearing the word "pureblood," Dumbledore's eyes instantly sharpened, but upon hearing the word "green dragon" following it, the corner of his mouth twitched inexplicably.

"Child, you are not a dragon, you are human, but magic has turned you into that form..."

Dumbledore tried to steer Poisson back on track, but Poisson just looked at him with disdain.

Magic? Transformation into a dragon?

How come he doesn't know he's still a Archdruid?

That old man is incredibly cunning; in order to better control him, he's even capable of fabricating such lies.

"Human, let's get straight to the point. Don't expect us to sign a master-servant contract. I am a noble dragon, and I would rather die fighting than submit to humans..."

Poisson adopted a tough stance and took the initiative to probe the issue.

As for whether they truly would rather die than surrender...

A green dragon that doesn't lie—is that really a green dragon?

"I... alright," Dumbledore said, raising his hands in surrender to show that he really meant no harm. "Child, no one here will hurt you, and no one wants to sign a master-servant contract with you."

"Perhaps you should take a look at this first..."

Dumbledore first waved his wand to unlock Persson's shackles, then reached into his wide robes and, under Persson's wary gaze, pulled out a rolled-up parchment.

"This is for you, but unfortunately you'll have to add the name yourself..."

Dumbledore smiled and handed the parchment to Persson. The back of the parchment depicted a totem of a lion, eagle, badger, and snake. Unfolding it revealed a line of small writing in emerald green ink: "..."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

"Enrollment? Wait... Hogwarts?!"

Persson's eyes widened uncontrollably, his fingers unconsciously tracing the neat handwriting on the letter, as if trying to confirm its authenticity.

No... it can't be fake!

Weasley, Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts... Persson could not possibly forget these iconic figures and places, even after decades.

Then there's only one possibility—

He's traveled to the wrong world!

The thought of having spent eleven years hiding in the deep mountains and forests because of the world in the Dragon's Legacy, where legends were as common as dogs and gods roamed everywhere, made Possong grit his teeth in resentment.

If he had known this would happen, why would he have been so cautious?

The overall strength of the Harry Potter world is not particularly high. Many wizards are not even as strong as ordinary people with guns. The level of technology is also far less advanced than in the previous world, so there is no need to worry about being exposed in the information age.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now...

No matter how weak the Harry Potter world is, Persson still has no chance of resisting Dumbledore, the strongest being of his time.

"At least, I don't have to worry about being locked up and having my blood drawn... Wait, one of Dumbledore's major achievements seems to include the twelve uses of dragon's blood?"

Persson shuddered, realizing he was far from out of danger, and promptly borrowed a quill from Dumbledore to sign his name on the acceptance letter.

"Congratulations, Mr. Persson. From now on, you are also a student of Hogwarts." Dumbledore smiled as he brushed the grass clippings off Persson's shoulder, then pulled Charlie forward.

"Let me introduce you. This is Charlie. He will be your guardian for the time being. You can ask him for help with purchasing textbooks and school supplies."

Charlie forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, despite being a witness to the event and even the last one standing.

He was well aware of the terrifying energy hidden within this seemingly harmless boy.

However, under Dumbledore's influence and under Minister Fudge's seemingly kind but actually intimidating gaze, they were able to achieve their goals.

He could only tremblingly extend his hand and say:

"Hello, Mr. Persson, from now on, I will be your guardian."

Poisson gripped those rough, large hands tightly, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"I hope we can get along well, Mr. Charlie..."

The candlelight flickered, casting intermittent light and shadow on the boy's face.

Between light and shadow, only those rows of exceptionally clean teeth reflected a chilling, eerie light under the lamplight…