Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 6 Hermione, what kind of magic have you learned?

Leaving Gringotts, what follows is the familiar routine: crucibles, textbooks, school uniforms, binoculars, blah blah blah...

Hermione came out of the bookstore and immediately began devouring a thick blue book. Although Charlie explained more than once that Hogwarts would never tie failing students to the laboratory table, the girl clearly had her own principles.

Poisson then chose a magic wand for himself.

Fifteen inches, ebony, fire dragon heartstring.

I chose this wand not because it was particularly suitable for me.

As a natural spellcaster, the green dragon has no need for wands at all; on the contrary, the wands are all vying for Poison's favor.

Among these, the Fire Dragon Heartstring Staff Core is the best.

And among the cores of the Fire Dragon Heartstring Wand, this ebony wand is the most capable of getting things done.

While other wands were still striving to unleash bigger sparks and brighter stardust, it chose a different path, spitting out a line of crooked, small words:

"His Majesty the Great Persson is about to arrive at his faithful Hogwarts!"

It's so eager to improve!

Feeling the wand tremble slightly in his hand, Persson immediately made the decision, indicating to Audrey to pay for it.

"Strange... That shouldn't be the case... My father clearly told me that it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the wizard that chooses the wand..."

Mr. Ollivander muttered to himself, pressing down on his wand, which was brimming with excitement.

From his perspective, Persson simply beckoned with his finger, and all the wands stirred like wildcats in heat, abandoning even the most basic restraint expected of wands.

This isn't magic!

The old man's eyebrows were already half buried in the ground, yet he had never seen anything so bizarre. Mr. Ollivander, whose worldview had collapsed, could only cling tightly to the magic wand he had painstakingly crafted, futilely trying to prevent it from being stolen away by this blond-haired guy who had suddenly appeared out of some unknown internet cafe.

pain!It hurts so much!

Seeing that Mr. Ollivander was already immersed in his art, Poisson felt it would be impolite to disturb him any further.

As I left the wand shop, the ebony wand excitedly spewed sparks, like a victorious concubine in a palace drama, urging the emperor to banish the entire harem to the cold palace.

"Alright, behave yourself."

Persson tapped the ebony wand lightly with his index finger, and it immediately became still, smoothly retracting into his sleeve.

"Let me see, just a moment..." Charlie struggled to take off all the bags and packages he was carrying, and after comparing them with the enrollment list, he struggled even more to hang them back on his body.

"Very good, everything's bought! Mr. Granger, if you're ready to go home, just go back the way you came. You don't need to trigger any mechanisms to leave Diagon Alley..."

Mr. Granger looked at Charlie, who was swaying and looked like he could fall at any moment.

He then glanced at Persson and Audrey, who stood beside Charlie empty-handed and showed no intention of helping.

He seemed to want to speak but then stopped, and then spoke again.

Ultimately, I decided not to get involved in other people's family affairs.

"Well then, goodbye, Mr. Charlie," Mr. Granger waved his hand. "If your father is really interested in record players, I might be able to give you one, but it will be a second-hand one. I happen to be thinking of getting a new cassette player soon."

"Thanks, but no need," Charlie shrugged somewhat helplessly. "To be honest, my dad is a bit too obsessed with all sorts of Muggle creations. As the head of the Department for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Muggle Items, it's really not a good hobby. My mom has complained about it more than once!"

"Besides, Mom said Dad seems to have gotten his hands on a junk car somewhere, and he's probably busy taking it apart right now, so he doesn't have time to deal with a regular record player! Oh, speaking of which, maybe I should give him a wrench?"

Charlie continued to worry about Christmas gifts, but couldn't come up with a solution that would satisfy everyone, so he decisively put the problem out of his mind and focused on the task at hand.

After watching the Grangers walk away, Charlie, considering it was a rare trip to Diagon Alley, decided to replenish supplies for the Dragon Sanctuary.

"I need to get a few bottles of burn ointment, and I should probably replace my dragon-skin gloves. Also, the Nimbus broomstick—it seems they've released a new model; the nature reserve might consider getting one, but this suggestion will most likely end up being dug up from some trash can, just like last time..."

Charlie muttered to himself, but Persson raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on the direction the Granger family had left in.

"Looks like the big fish is finally going to bite, but unfortunately it's not biting me..."

From the moment he entered Diagon Alley until now, Persson had never let his guard down around the three suspected Slytherins, and the three tagalongs certainly did not disappoint him, sticking to the very back of the group ever since they entered Gringotts.

But now, things have changed.

The light blue silk thread stopped following Poisson and turned back towards its source.

The group's location also began to change; judging from their direction, they seemed to be chasing after the Granger family.

"It doesn't look like an Auror."

Persson didn't think that the Granger family, as an ordinary Muggle family, deserved more attention from the Ministry of Magic than he did. The situation was already clear: those people were just a group of robbers who acted on impulse.

And most likely, their strength isn't very high!

"Fine, even though this has nothing to do with me, you guys insulted me before, so I guess I'll just have to accept my bad luck..."

Poisson gave a cold laugh, a cruel smile curving his lips.

He didn't actually care whether the other person had provoked him or not.

He just wanted to find an excuse to give those people a legitimate and severe beating, in order to vent his anger at being captured by Dumbledore.

If I can't beat Dumbledore, I can beat you guys, right?

"Let's go check out Dr. Philip's fireworks shop first. It seems he's launched his own burn prevention medicine, and we can also get some gifts for Fred and George while we're at it..."

Charlie was still planning his route when he turned around and found that Persson had already run far away, and Audrey was following behind without saying a word, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

It looked like a puppy that had been abandoned by its owner.

"Hey, wait for me! Where are you going?!"

Charlie waved his wand, and the cauldrons, textbooks, and other miscellaneous items on his body floated up, and he pulled them along as he desperately chased after Persson, like pulling on a balloon.

"Persson! Mr. Persson! Uncle Persson! What's wrong with you again? That's Knockout Alley ahead, we can't go in!"

After a long run, a panting Charlie finally caught up with Persson. He was about to lean against the wall to rest for a while, but looking at the sticky wall covered with bloodstains and what appeared to be urine stains, he decided to squat down next to Persson and whispered to him:

"We can't go any further! Knockturn Alley is the most dangerous and darkest place in all of London. Only the most vicious dark wizards and wanted criminals hide there. Even I... cough, even you can't guarantee my safety!"

Charlie was quite self-aware.

Well, mainly because she was very self-aware of her position in Poisson's heart.

If a fight really breaks out, this father will absolutely not care whether he lives or dies. In the heat of the moment, he might even get slapped a couple of times himself.

Just as they were about to continue persuading them, several familiar figures suddenly came into view. The Grangers were cornered and trembling, and three people who appeared to be Slytherins blocked the way, but judging from their expressions, they seemed a little confused as well.

And standing at the very center—

It was Hermione, head held high and chest puffed out, like a victorious rooster!

"This is illegal!"

Hermione shouted righteously.

"According to Section 11 of the Muggle Protection Act, the use of any magic that constitutes undue harm against Muggles is prohibited! Furthermore, although my parents are considered wizarding families, they only learned of the existence of the wizarding world today. Given the Ministry of Magic's efficiency, they most likely haven't even been registered as 'informed Muggles' yet. Your actions may also violate the International Wizarding Union's Secrecy Act! Finally, you used a Confusion Charm to induce my parents to damage merchandise, thereby demanding exorbitant compensation. According to Section 47 of the Ministry of Magic's Consumer Protection Scheme, your actions constitute extortion and are also a criminal offense!"

"So, if you don't want to spend your whole life in Azkaban, you'd better let us leave now!"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Hermione proudly raised her slightly flushed face, which was flushed with nervousness and excitement. Suddenly, the lining of a thick blue book slipped off and hit the ground with a dull thud.

It was clearly written above—

The Laws of the British Ministry of Magic