Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 41 Halloween Banquet

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

Dumbledore smiled and shook hands with Persson, as if he were facing not a student, but an old friend he had known for many years.

"However, Mr. Persson, I must remind you that even in his weakened state, Voldemort remains an extremely dangerous being. More than the mission, I need you to ensure your own safety."

"Don't worry about that, I value my life more than anyone else." Persson waved his hand dismissively; he only ever acted when he was absolutely certain of success.

It must be said that the benefits of this operation far exceeded expectations. Not only did they manage to swindle valuable knowledge of dark magic from Voldemort, but Dumbledore also provided rewards far exceeding their expectations.

Is this what they call a win-win situation?

By the way, speaking of knowledge about black magic—

Persson held out his hand to Dumbledore, gesturing for him to return the Fatal Codex: "This book was lent to me by Quirrell. If you don't want Voldemort to discover any flaws, it's best if I keep it."

"This..." A hint of hesitation flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "Mr. Persson, I need you to assure me that you will never learn any dark magic from the book, let alone delve into it."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin my own brain." Persson was completely at ease, after all, he had already found the most suitable dark magic emitter, so there was no reason for him to do it himself.

"However, to gain Voldemort's trust, I'll have to show him something, right? If I don't know any dark magic, he might think I have ulterior motives."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "Using dark magic is acceptable, but without emotion, relying solely on spells and gestures. Trust me, that alone will be enough to surprise Voldemort."

Dumbledore had absolute confidence in Poisson's talent, and he heard Minerva and Felius praise Poisson's performance in class on more than one occasion.

That is why he was afraid of Persson getting involved with dark magic. After all, genius often means arrogance and absolute self-confidence. Until he becomes a complete slave to dark magic, he may still think that he is the master.

And then become the next Voldemort...

Fortunately, Persson was more mature than he had expected. He not only controlled his curiosity well, but also saw through the danger lurking in the dark magic at a glance.

Dumbledore could tell that Persson's words were not a lie; he truly disdained dark magic and had no intention of studying it in depth.

With that thought in mind, Dumbledore stopped worrying and handed the Fatal Codex back to Pausson: "Keep it safe and don't let anyone touch it."

Poisson simply nodded, but what he really thought was another matter entirely.

"Go back quickly," Dumbledore said, rising to the window. The sky was ablaze with a brilliant crimson, heralding the approach of night. "Oh, and there's something you might not know: today is Halloween Eve. Go and enjoy the rare feast..."

Halloween?

Persson hadn't expected to sleep for so long. Ever since he was reincarnated as a green dragon, he seemed to have lost his sense of time.

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It has to be said that the Slytherin wizards are the ones who know best how to create a Halloween atmosphere.

When Persson stepped into the Great Hall, the entire Slytherin table fell silent. Everyone lowered their heads, glancing at Persson's movements out of the corner of their eyes. Just as Persson was about to look at them, they quickly looked away, pretending to be motionless statues.

Bats fluttered their wings above the snakes' heads, and pumpkin lanterns flickered with eerie, dark green candlelight, creating a scene that was strangely unsettling.

Clearly, within just half an afternoon, Poisson's story had spread widely.

It's easy to tell from Malfoy's upturned nose where all this came from.

Poisson looked around but couldn't find Marcus or Perigin.

But then Lucien arrived. He stood in the far corner of the auditorium, holding a glass of pumpkin juice. Whenever he tried to strike up a conversation, everyone around him would avoid him like the plague, leaving him all alone, his shadow stretching long.

Seeing this, Persson nodded in satisfaction, believing that it wouldn't be long before he could reshape Lucien into his own form.

Without lingering at the Slytherin table, Persson turned and headed toward Gryffindor's territory. A clear exhale came from behind him, and the little snakes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me think... According to the plot, Quirrell should release a troll tonight, and Hermione will unfortunately run into it..." Persson recalled as he walked. Every troll was an important asset to him, and there was no reason for him to give it up.

However, eleven years have passed since the time travel, and the fact that he can remember many key plot points is due to the dragon's powerful memory. The details are already blurred and he has to ask someone for help.

Persson went to the Weasley brothers, whom he knew best.

"Oh, Merlin's trousers! Look who this is! The great His Majesty Persson has finally returned to his faithful Hogwarts!"

The Weasley brothers continued their extravagant style, and before Persson could even speak, they shoved a blueprint into his hands.

"Poisson, regarding the mass production you mentioned, it's not difficult to achieve. In fact, the Dragon's Breath Bullet was designed for mass production."

"However, the employees you mentioned are either less than two feet tall or over ten feet tall! Uh... if I may ask, are you planning to hire a group of Hagrid and Professor Flitwick?"

The Weasley brothers' question hit the nail on the head, and Persson was also well aware that elves and trolls weren't exactly excellent employees, but compared to wizards who required money, hiring free labor was obviously more appealing.

As a staunch feudalist counter-revolutionary fighter, Poisson believed that capitalists were too conscientious, and that plantations were the ideal model.

Considering this, and taking into account the possibility of establishing a long-term partnership with the Weasley brothers in the future, and that the older brother of these two brothers knows him very well, revealing a little information is not a big deal.

Poisson then suggested, "My employees are actually nearby. How about I take you to see them sometime when I have some free time?"

Upon hearing this, the Weasley brothers immediately perked up: "Then how about tomorrow? It's Halloween break!"

"Sure," Poisson nodded, "but I need to be careful about my employees—"

"Don't tell me!" Fred interrupted Poisson dramatically.

"Only the answers you uncover yourself are truly interesting!" George rubbed his hands together, looking very interested.

Since the two of them had said so, Persson said no more, but in his heart he prayed with a touch of wicked humor that the giants wouldn't frighten them too much.

With the matter of the blueprints settled, Persson was about to continue asking Hermione about her location when a muffled thud suddenly interrupted him.

"Troll!"

Quirrell burst through the door, staggered, and leaned against the table, panting, "The troll... in the underground classroom... I thought you should know that."

Upon hearing this, the hall erupted into chaos. Dumbledore had to cast several spells to quiet everyone down, and Persson felt a sense of urgency.

So fast?

Trained giants are not those fools who just swing wooden clubs; they know how to hold their weapons steady and protect their vitals.

If you can do these two things, ordinary adult wizards can't do anything to them. As a 4X-level dangerous creature, the giant is top-notch in both magic resistance and physical resistance!

At the very least, those two guys who only know the Levitate Charm and sticking their wands in their nostrils are no match for that giant monster!