Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 8 Mithril, Growth!

"Monster... you're a monster!"

The battle that follows...

No, it shouldn't be called a battle.

For Poisson, it was just a game. Three chattering little mice tried to escape his control, but they couldn't even break through his defenses!

whoosh-

A stun spell struck Persson's face, but the emerald green scales seemed to possess a mind of their own and immediately shifted away. The spell merely cast a light on the scales before bouncing off in another direction, striking an unlucky robber who couldn't dodge in time.

"Oh my god..."

Not only the robbers, but even the Grangers were stunned. They saw Poisson as if he were Napoleon reincarnated, killing the robbers in a rout.

"What... what's going on with these scales of yours?"

It was the sharp-eyed Hermione who noticed the dragon scales on Persson's body, but she didn't think of it as a dragon turning into a human, assuming it was some kind of magic.

"It's just some little trick of bloodline inheritance; you can't learn it," Persson casually remarked, shattering the girl's illusions.

Bloodline inheritance, something that can't be learned...

The barriers of class had never felt so heavy, suffocating Hermione.

What should I do?

Professor McGonagall clearly stated that there is no difference between pure-blood wizards and ordinary wizards, but look at this pure-blood young master who single-handedly beat up three ordinary wizards. Can this be considered as having no difference?

These are two completely different species!

Hermione looked down at the book "The Laws of the British Ministry of Magic" in her hand, feeling only a bleak future ahead.

As an ordinary person, what should she do in this lawless and dangerous magical world?

Today is another day of trying to survive!

The girl on one side struggles to survive, while the robber on the other side is almost dead.

The entire battle lasted no more than five minutes. Three robbers were knocked to the ground, two of the underlings had already passed out, and only the leader stubbornly raised his head, accusing Poisson of grabbing his hair with his eyes.

"One price, thirty-three Galleons, just for my life." The still-awake leader decisively made the offer, selling out his two underlings.

Without wasting words with him, Posson slapped him unconscious a few times, then sent him to reunite with his underlings, taking the money from the three of them as well.

The three of them together had a total of thirty-seven Galleons, five Sickles, and eleven Nats. It turned out that the leader hadn't sold out his underlings; he simply couldn't afford to buy them.

"A bunch of paupers..."

Persson curled his lip in disdain, and adhering to the principle of picking up the goose that had passed by, he picked up the half of the fairy statue on the ground.

As Hermione said, the upper and lower parts of the statue are made of different materials. The lower part is made of some kind of magical metal, while the upper part looks like it was just randomly pieced together with mud, and it was put together very roughly, as if it was afraid that it wouldn't break if it was bumped or knocked over.

When Poisson pried open the mud, he discovered it was a cup.

Oh, not that cup.

No one knows what the design concept behind this metal cup is. Perhaps it was to highlight the fairy's long and pointed nose, or perhaps the creator simply wanted to experience the feeling of drinking snot.

In short, this silver cup may be an heirloom, but no one wants to spend a lot of money to collect half a fairy's head, so it can only end up as a tool for extortion.

"Judging from this, it's a product from before the second fairy rebellion..."

Charlie stepped forward, naturally assuming the role of the appraiser. He was not surprised at all by Persson's complete annihilation of the robbers, and even felt a little proud.

Both the Aurors and the Dark Wizards were defeated by Persson. Apart from Dumbledore, he was the only human who had faced Persson directly and escaped unscathed.

In other words, he is the number one person after Dumbledore!

"Is it valuable?" Ignoring the somewhat smug Charlie, Persson went straight to the question that concerned him most.

Charlie took the silver cup, examined it, and handed it back to Bosong, shaking his head regretfully: "It's worthless. After the second fairy rebellion was quelled, too many fairy creations flowed into wizarding society. A cup lacking rarity is just a cup."

"Alright."

Poisson was not surprised by the result. If the cup were worth anything, its owner wouldn't have gone out of his way to target Muggles for extortion.

What interested Poisson even more was the material of the silver cup.

Gently wipe away the dirt from the silver cup; the smooth metal surface gleams faintly in the sunlight.

This is not simply a reflection; when Poisson covered it with his palm, one could see that the silver cup itself was emitting a pale blue glow.

"This is mithril," Charlie explained before Persson could ask, demonstrating his keen insight. "The fairies used to use mithril for forging. This metal is very tough and rich in magic."

"However, this metal is of little use to wizards, and after the Third Goblin Rebellion, the Ministry of Magic simply prohibited any person or creature from using mithril to forge items. Of course, given mithril's unique properties, in reality only goblins can forge them."

As a pure-blooded Gryffindor, it's rare that Charlie hasn't forgotten this history, which shows that he harbors deep resentment towards fairies.

"Very sturdy?"

Poisson flicked the silver cup with his finger, and it made a clear, ringing sound.

Then, in front of everyone, he stuffed the fairy's nose into his mouth.

click-

With a crisp crack, the long nose snapped off.

Persson smacked his lips twice as if savoring the moment, and a warm current immediately flowed into his body, strengthening his bones and scales.

"You...you...you...you ate it?!"

Charlie instinctively tried to pry the mithril out of Poisson's mouth, but when he met those amber vertical pupils full of warning, he decisively chose to follow his heart.

What should I do if a baby dragon is possessive of its food?

The nature reserve didn't teach us either!

Ignoring Charlie, who was starting his own internal monologue again, Poisson shoved the entire silver cup into his mouth.

Whether they are five-colored dragons or metal dragons, they all have the habit of eating various minerals. Relying on their powerful stomach acid and ridiculously good teeth, all metals will become the dragons' nourishment.

And Poisson is the best of them all!

At a very young age, Poisson discovered that his energy absorption efficiency far exceeded that of ordinary young dragons.

For him, eating is not only a necessary activity to sustain life, but also a means to strengthen himself and a catalyst to accelerate his growth!

He can easily block all kinds of spells and awaken shapeshifting in the young dragon stage. This is not because he suddenly exploded when he encountered a crisis, but because of the accumulation of his abilities over the past eleven years!

Well, with such incredible talent, it's a shame he still couldn't beat Dumbledore...

However, the reason why Poisson's development was so "slow" was mainly because he had been too timid for the past eleven years, and that grove of trees simply could not provide him with the various magical nutrients he needed.

But now, things are different!

He was no longer an evil and cunning dragon that everyone hated, but an ordinary Hogwarts freshman.

He has plenty of channels to obtain the supplies he needs!

"As expected, I still need to make more money..."

Persson's thoughts drifted back to his vault and the group of fairies temporarily residing there.

"Sooner or later, I will take back everything that is rightfully mine!"