Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 22 The truth about Ga La Ge Mu Cai isn't that simple.

"Can anyone explain what's going on here?"

Looking at Lucien, who was practically burying himself in the sand, and Persson, who looked completely innocent, Snape's lips were pressed into a thin line, and he even resembled Professor McGonagall in some ways.

When Dumbledore told him to go to the common room, he didn't say what had happened. As soon as he entered, he was given a "big surprise".

wow-

The transformation spell was broken, and the giant axe returned to its original form as a ceiling panel, shattering into pieces. Lucien, standing beside the ceiling, let out a pitiful howl, as if afraid that it would suddenly spring up and bite someone.

With just one glance, Snape felt he had guessed the truth.

"Looks like someone's not satisfied with the mundane routine and is preparing to add some excitement to their boring campus life?"

Snape said coldly, his gaze not on Persson, but on Gemma, who was acting as the referee.

In his view, this level of transformation was clearly beyond the capabilities of a freshman, so there was only one possibility.

"Ms. Farley, do you think prefects are a bunch of wand-wielding baboons who need to rely on force to consolidate their rule? Besides, I must remind you that you are just a Slytherin prefect, not the Minister of Magic. You don't seem to have the right to do whatever you want."

Snape felt his tone was harsh enough, but Gemma showed no fear on her face, only a strange look.

I was wondering about it.

Lucien seemed to finally notice Snape's presence, and crawled toward him crying, his knees pounding on the floor, before grabbing Snape's leg.

Snape frowned in disgust at the snot smeared on his robes, but Lucien's words left him stunned.

"Professor Snape, help! He...that monster, that monster wants to kill me! You must save me!"

Lucien's eyes were filled with fear, but following his finger, one could see Poisson, who had been initially overlooked.

"So, what exactly happened?"

Snape was a little confused. He noticed that there was a girl standing behind Perseus, and the girl was Hermione from Gryffindor.

Why would a Muggle-born wizard be in the Slytherin common room?

As the head of Slytherin, he knew his own house's true nature perfectly well.

In the eyes of most Slytherins, a wizard of Muggle origin is probably not even as high-ranking as a house-elf.

What's more, it's Gryffindor!

When did Slytherins and Muggles become so close, and Gryffindor as well?

"Professor, that was just a wizard duel between Mr. Paul and Mr. Savanrick. Mr. Paul lost," Gemma said calmly.

"A wizarding duel?" Snape drawled, feeling his blood pressure soaring. "Good, very good, this is truly a harmless and fun after-school activity..."

"Since you have so much energy, I don't see any need to consider vacations anymore. Let's just change it all to confinement!"

Snape practically roared his last words, and Lucien's face instantly drained of color. Hermione tried anxiously to explain, but Snape merely gave her a cold glare and ignored her completely.

"Personally, I think," a gentle voice suddenly interjected, "that we shouldn't jump to conclusions before understanding the full picture. What do you think, Severus?"

Dumbledore appeared at Snape's side at some point, and his arrival seemed to finally provide support, even Lucien stopped crying.

"Professor Dumbledore, this man is insane! He wants to kill me!"

Lucien, feigning resentment, immediately retorted, "You were the one who started this! You were the one who proposed the wizard duel!"

"Is that so, Mr. Paul?"

Dumbledore asked seriously.

"I...yes, that's right." Lucien intended to defend himself, but when he met Dumbledore's deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through people, he finally lowered his head and admitted it dejectedly.

"A fourth-year student challenging a first-year student, you certainly know how to pick your opponents, Mr. Paul," Snape mocked mercilessly, and Lucien lowered his head even further.

"Please tell us more details, Miss Granger."

Dumbledore didn't comment on Lucien's seemingly bullying behavior, after all, he knew very well what kind of monster Perseus was, a being capable of defeating an entire group of Aurors single-handedly.

If the Ministry of Magic hadn't concealed Persephone's identity, Dumbledore might have praised Lucien for his courage.

But according to Hermione's narration.

Snape and Dumbledore gradually pieced together the whole story.

When Snape heard Hermione being called a "Mudblood," he swayed; and when Perseus stood up for Hermione, Snape pursed his lips and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

"Thank you for your account, Miss Granger."

Dumbledore smiled slightly at Hermione, but when he looked at Perseus, his eyes instantly turned sharp.

"Now, only one question remains—Mr. Poisson, did you attempt to kill Mr. Paul?"

“No, Professor,” Persson met Dumbledore’s gaze without fear, “that was not my intention. I only wanted to warn him.”

Poisson was not lying.

In fact, even he himself was startled when the giant axe fell.

Before that, Persson was completely immersed in the game, immersed in Lucien's fearful eyes.

Wailing, despair, the futile resistance of the weak...

Just like the rich aroma of fine wine or the sweetness of pudding, everything is enticing Poisson to taste the Green Dragon portion.

Instinct is called instinct because it is rooted in our blood and is not so easily overcome.

Normally, Persson tries his best to suppress the arrogance and tyranny that belong to the green dragon, but once he relaxes even a little, these emotions will instantly overwhelm him.

We must be even more careful in the future!

Persson slowly exhaled, knowing that today's operation had most likely failed. No matter how much he waved the banner of political correctness, almost killing a classmate was enough to reduce Dumbledore's favorability by ten points.

"As expected, things aren't that simple with Ga La Ge Mu Cai..."

Persson chuckled self-deprecatingly, and Dumbledore's expression was exactly as he had expected, his gaze towards him growing increasingly distrustful.

"In any case," Dumbledore said, carefully choosing his words, his tone serious, "Mr. Persson, your actions nearly harmed Mr. Lucien. This is extremely egregious, and I have no choice but to—"

"I'll arrange a detention for you." This time it was Snape's turn to interject, his tone gentle.

"Mr. Persson, I regret to inform you that you will need to stay after Potions class next Friday to tidy up the teaching materials for me as punishment for this prank."

"Severus..."

Dumbledore looked helplessly at Snape. Lucien's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that the culprit who almost killed him had been so easily let off the hook, especially by his own headmaster.

Persson was equally surprised. As he watched Snape slowly approach from behind him, he vaguely saw [Affection +10] constantly popping out.

Poisson tentatively asked, "Professor, I might not have time next Friday. Could the lockdown be postponed for a while?"

"Of course," Snape made no attempt to hide his bias, "whenever you have time..."