Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 7: Without Dumbledore, I am invincible!

"Boss, what do we do? This guy's tough!"

The three robbers shuddered at the sight of the petite but imposing girl.

Even though it's been almost ten years since they graduated, their memories still involuntarily drift back to their freshman year, to that night when Professor McGonagall caught them out for a night stroll.

I saw her shadow in you...

While the three were still in a daze, Charlie quickly squeezed next to Mr. Granger and asked, "What's going on? Why are you in Knockturn Alley? And what's this about extortion and rights protection that Hermione mentioned? Is it some kind of Muggle code?"

Please forgive me, but as a pure-blooded Gryffindor, Charlie is allergic to all legal provisions.

"No, I...I'm not entirely sure either," Mr. Granger replied, still shaken. "We were planning to go home, but as we walked, we realized we were going the wrong way. Just as we were about to turn back, these three men suddenly bumped into us, saying that we had damaged their ancestral statue and that we had to pay them five hundred gallons!"

"They're scammers!"

Hermione angrily pointed at the goblin statue on the ground, which had been smashed and had a hole punched in it.

"Look at this! This statue was broken to begin with. The upper and lower parts are even made of different materials. It's obviously just a hastily pieced-together piece!"

Persson stepped forward, ignoring the statue on the ground, and picked up Hermione's "General Survey of Laws of the British Ministry of Magic," gently brushing off the dust from the back, and asked curiously:

"Uh... putting everything else aside, what's with this book? I thought you were studying magic, but it turns out you're studying law?"

"The law is far more effective than magic!"

Hermione proudly curled her little nose.

"Hmm, although according to 'Hogwarts: A History,' what you said is complete nonsense! But it does remind me that as a child from a Muggle family, facing a completely unfamiliar magical world, I must find a way to protect myself!"

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"Magic? No, no, no. Facing pure-blood and half-blood wizards who have been learning magic since childhood, even if I practice diligently 24 hours a day, I probably won't be able to catch up with them in a short time!"

"But the law is different! I've studied Hogwarts' curriculum, and until we graduate from seventh grade, there aren't any law-related courses. Many people only learn about the law after they've broken one!"

"In just half an hour, I can become invincible in wizard battles!"

Good guy!

Poisson exclaimed, "Wow!"

If you lose, you go to the hospital; if you win, you go to jail.

It's surprising that Hermione has grasped this truth at such a young age!

"However," Persson said, throwing cold water on Hermione's overconfidence, "have you ever considered this: the reason the wizarding world doesn't value legal education is because the Ministry of Magic's bunch of incompetents can't catch criminals at all?"

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned.

"Oh right!" The trio of robbers snapped back to reality.

Persson recalled the group of Aurors; although their numbers were considerable, they were still no match for him.

It's like a group of elementary school students who were tricked into the boxing ring. Their teacher told them that they could cancel their homework if they knocked down anyone, so they ended up choosing Taro from a group of Tysons.

That's quite a challenge.

"Persson, what are you reminding them to do?!"

Seeing the trio grinning maliciously again, Hermione was so anxious she almost cried.

"Kid, you almost fooled me!" The gang leader pulled out his magic wand, deciding to stop pretending and switch from extortion to outright robbery.

"Behave yourself and hand over the money! And you, you Slytherin brat in the green shirt, I wasn't planning on swindling you out of our shared house, but since you've come to me willingly, don't blame me for being heartless!"

"What should I do..." Hermione frantically flipped through "The Laws of the British Ministry of Magic," the dense legal clauses flashing before her eyes, but the law is not magic after all, and cannot give people power.

Mr. Granger sighed softly and reached for his wallet hidden in the lining.

Well, if it's better to lose money than to suffer a terrible loss, then he'll have to think carefully about whether or not to tear up that damned acceptance letter once he gets home!

"Wait, don't rush..."

Charlie suddenly grabbed his hand, pointed at Poison who had stepped forward, and looked at him strangely.

"Kid, are you going to beg for mercy?"

The gang leader lowered his head, looked at the boy who wasn't even half his height, and smiled contemptuously.

This kid is indeed a bit strange. His strength is terrifying, but in the face of true magic, everything is nothing but a collapse!

"Persson, come back quickly!" Hermione anxiously tugged at Persson's sleeve, trying to pull him back.

"Relax..."

Faced with Hermione's distrust, Persephone simply waved his hand, signaling her to calm down.

"Gentlemen, let's talk about compensation. Because of this... uh, disgusting statue, you want my friend to pay you five hundred gallons, right?"

Persson raised his head, revealing an impeccable smile. His amber eyes did not look at the robbers' faces, but instead fell on their clothes, as if he were assessing something.

"What? Are you planning to pay for your girlfriend's money? Ha, what a touching love story!"

The bandit leader said sarcastically, which made Hermione blush instantly and draw her wand with a whoosh.

"Persson, don't give in to these bastards! Diagon Alley is right next door. Even if the Ministry of Magic is incompetent, they can still react from that distance!"

Seeing Hermione's Gryffindor spirit burning brightly, a state commonly known as going all out without thinking, Perseus pressed down on her wand, her tone still gentle.

"Gentlemen, judging by your attire, you probably don't have much money in your pockets, do you? One hundred gallons should be a very fair price."

"Poisson!"

"Shut up, brat!" the gang leader shouted sternly. Persson's condescending attitude always reminded him of those pure-blooded bastards in the academy. Even though they were the weaker party, they insisted on putting on a condescending posture, as if it was a great honor to speak to you!

"Kid, I've changed my mind," the gang leader said, his gaze fixed on Persson's expensive suit. He licked his lips greedily. "You pure-blooded nobles aren't short of money anyway, so why not give me some? Eight hundred Galleons! Not a penny less and you won't leave Knockturn Alley unscathed!"

"You bunch of bastards!"

Hermione was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush up and take these people down with her, but a soft laugh suddenly came from beside her.

"I think you might have misunderstood something?"

Persson clapped his hands gently, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Gentlemen, I'm not giving you money; you're buying your own lives! Three fools, one hundred gallons—a good deal, isn't it?"

"You're asking for it! Thunderous explosion!"

A burst of intense flame shot from the tip of the staff. Hermione screamed and tried to push Persson away. The bandit leader let out a hearty laugh; he had long wanted to teach these arrogant bastards a lesson.

But it faced the rapidly approaching red light.

Poisson simply stretched out a hand, as if catching an apple, and casually grasped the spell in his palm.

"don't want--"

boom!

With a loud bang, flames erupted in his palm, but Persson's body didn't even sway.

Only those hands, which had been covered by emerald green scales at some point, looked ferocious and terrifying, like the cruel claws of an evil dragon.

"call--"

Posson gently blew a breath, and the charred layer on his palm dissipated, revealing the smooth, pristine dragon scales underneath.

"As expected, with Dumbledore gone, I am invincible!"