Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 33 Awakening, Read it Quickly!

Two weeks have passed...

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville stumble into the Chamber of Secrets during a nighttime stroll, only to be frightened away by the terrifying three-headed dog...

The eight-eyed giant spider realized that Persson had disappeared and tentatively launched an attack on Emerald Territory. Fortunately, with Bean and Club in command, they managed to hold off the attack...

Slytherin held a banquet to celebrate Persephone's departure, and the house returned to its former cheerful atmosphere...

After all this, Poisson also...

Finally, I opened my eyes.

Its amber vertical pupils suddenly lit up, and the enormous creature that almost filled the hall tentatively moved its body, its bones making unsettling crackling sounds, before finally fully relaxing.

boom!

The dragon's tail lashed out unconsciously, striking the solid wall and immediately leaving a crack.

Persson felt a surge of violent power coursing through his veins. Compared to his past self, he could now easily take on two opponents at once!

"Thoughtful Dumbledore even prepared a mirror?"

Persson noticed that a mirror with a gold frame had appeared in the center of the hall, reaching all the way to the ceiling. He immediately admired his current dashing appearance.

Compared to before Longmian, Posson's physique has increased dramatically once again. In his youth, he was a full twenty feet tall, with powerful muscles bulging high, no longer resembling a greyhound.

In the mirror, he stands with his feet on the Ministry of Magic, tears Voldemort apart with his bare hands, and lies on a golden mountain stretching for thousands of miles. Dumbledore has no choice but to grovel at his feet and acknowledge him as Minister of Magic...

Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right.

A sudden alarm bell rang in Persson's mind, and an aged voice suddenly rang out beside him: "Mr. Persson, what did you see?"

The voice seemed to have a magical power, enticing people to tell the truth, but Perseson, who was prepared, simply made up a story: "I saw some Slytherin classmates, and I got along well with them. There was also a boy and a girl, perhaps my parents..."

"Even if you don't want to tell me, there's no need to make up such a lie." Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows, looking helpless.

Persson was quite certain that the place had never been there before, which made him raise Dumbledore's danger level once again.

"However," Dumbledore walked to the mirror and gently stroked its surface, "it is also a remarkable thing that you can see through the illusion in the mirror so quickly."

"The Mirror of Erised reveals people's deepest desires; many become so engrossed in illusory dreams that they forget about real life..."

"For example, you?" Persson asked bluntly.

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment. "I also had a time when I wasted my time sitting in front of the mirror, even going crazy. But now, perhaps we should get down to business."

With that, Dumbledore stopped paying attention to the Magic Mirror and instead opened the wooden door. Outside, black flames burned, eerie and dangerous.

"Don't forget your promise to help me test the security measures here," Dumbledore said, handing over a potion. "Drink this, and you can pass through this fire, but you'll have to work on the rest yourself."

Persson didn't overestimate himself and swallowed the potion along with the glass bottle. He clearly remembered whose creation these magical flames were; Snape's dark magic was not to be underestimated.

"Then, we'll wait for your good news." Dumbledore smiled, walked through the flames first, and then disappeared.

Persson didn't waste any time. Since the Mirror of Eris didn't have the Philosopher's Stone hidden yet, leaving this place and having a good meal was the most important thing.

The black flames licked his scales, cool and refreshing. With the help of the potion, he easily passed the first hurdle.

The second challenge is against a giant monster. As soon as Persson appears, he starts howling like a ghost. He is the unlucky guy who was kidnapped by Quirrell.

"Alright, just stay here quietly for now. I'll come pick you up after this is all over."

Persson used his tail to shove the noisy troll back into the corner; he had no intention of ruining Dumbledore's carefully designed puzzle game.

Leaving one of our own people here will obviously be more helpful in the future struggle for the magic stone!

Having passed two levels without even engaging in the most basic combat, Persson was somewhat disheartened.

Fortunately, the third challenge was Professor McGonagall's chess game!

A giant chess piece stands in the room, holding a blade and a scepter, like a loyal guard. Normally, to pass this level, one must win a game of chess.

But under Dumbledore's deliberate modification, these chess pieces were not divided into black and white sides, but were integrated together, with a chilling red light emanating from their eyes!

"Well done!"

As the pieces charged straight toward him, Poisson was not afraid but delighted, like a child seeing a favorite toy.

This is exactly the kind of dipping sauce he wanted!

blow!

The heavy battle axe came crashing down, and in this confined space, Poisson had no chance to dodge.

But he doesn't need to hide!

clang--

The axe blade struck the scales, producing a metallic clang. A small fragment broke off from the edge, but Poisson's scales remained intact, so smooth they weren't even scratched!

"With my current defense, ordinary weapons can no longer cause me any damage."

A sudden realization flashed through Posson's mind, but his hands did not stop moving at all. With a gentle swipe of his huge dragon claw, he smashed the chess piece into a pile of rubble!

These statues are nothing but inanimate objects. They might have a fighting chance against wizards who rely on magic, but they are ultimately no match for absolute power!

A roar came from the secret room. Poisson swung its claws and tail wildly, and the chess pieces had no way to resist. They were quickly reduced to ruins.

As the last king's head was whipped into a spinning top, the heavy doors swung open, revealing a brightly lit room where countless winged keys hovered above the vaulted ceiling.

The moment Poisson was discovered, the keys pecked at him like a flock of birds, but Poisson simply flapped his wings and the resulting gale blew them all away.

After passing several keys that were flapping their wings in vain, Persson pushed open the door, and countless vines instantly wrapped around him.

"Perfect timing to test out the newly unlocked ability..."

Persson neither dodged nor flinched, letting the deadly net of evil climb onto his body; only from his slightly parted dragon's snout did a wisp of dark green poisonous mist quietly escape.

As a dragon, how could it not breathe?

No longer suppressing his anger, Poisson opened his mouth wide, and large plumes of poisonous mist spewed out, covering the devil's web with an unsettling hissing sound.

In a single glance, the devil's net convulsed and died, transforming into hideous, twisted, withered branches, just like the creations of a true devil.

"I wonder what the effect would be if this happened to a person?" Persson thought expectantly, then shut his mouth in satisfaction.

Following the narrow passage, Persson easily climbed out of the secret room. The three-headed dog, Louie, had already retreated to a corner, its tail tucked tightly under its rear end, and a fawning whimper came from its mouth.

"A truly brilliant performance," Dumbledore clapped lightly. "Mr. Persson, your skill has far exceeded my expectations. It seems I need to redesign the level."

"Finally," Dumbledore smiled, "Mr. Persson, welcome back to the school..."