Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 10 The Great Persson is about to arrive at his faithful Hogwarts!

Do do do—

The little wooden bird flapped its wings, chirped, landed on Posson's face, and pecked at his nose, reminding him it was time to get up.

"Hmm...sweet potato?"

Persson rubbed his sleepy eyes and climbed out of the creaking old bed in the Leaky Cauldron. A reddish-skinned goblin immediately jumped onto the bed and draped a Hogwarts school robe over him.

The goblin responsible for putting on socks stretched out his foot and squeezed past the two goblins carrying leather shoes, as if it were some great honor.

Dozens of goblins were crowding around the bed, trying to lift it up, but they weren't strong enough, so Persson had to walk to the washbasin himself.

As soon as he opened his mouth, another group of goblins, carrying toothbrushes and water cups, began to move. Audrey then came behind Persson and skillfully combed his messy black hair.

"Look at you dressed like that! Are you going to beg on the street—to blind them? Oh, my dear, you're the most handsome human I've ever seen!"

Just as the mirror in front of the sink was about to deliver a sharp critique, a heavy hammer slammed down on the sink, behind which stood a short, fat goblin with a ferocious face.

It decisively changed its aesthetic.

"Persson, you—"

Although he saw this scene every morning, Charlie still hesitated to speak, and eventually let out a long sigh, deciding that he should just continue frying his bacon.

Then, he watched helplessly as the bacon was snatched away by the goblins and presented to Posson.

"Hey, I fried this!"

Charlie attempted to claim ownership, but was met only with the goblin's furious table-pounding and Poisson's disdain:

"It's a bit overcooked; it should have been sprinkled with some minced garlic."

"Then why don't you make it yourself!"

After spending half a month together, Charlie was already daring to retort.

But that's all. If he said anything more, those loyal goblins would jump up and punch him in the knee.

Holy crap, how did they even manage to tune Poisson?! Even House-Elves don't have such an outrageous tuning!

After breakfast (in Possant, only), everyone started packing their luggage.

Today is September 1st, the first day of school at Hogwarts.

"Hurry up, all of you! Line up, one at a time!"

Persson was directing the goblins into the suitcase. Both Charlie and Audrey, as researchers of fire dragons, were experts in illegal, traceless extension spells.

"Potato," Persson said, looking at the sturdiest goblin, "keep an eye on them. Smash anyone who tries to crawl out of the box."

Potato gripped its precious hammer tightly, and even its gloomy expression, unique to goblins, brightened considerably, though the other goblins looked even gloomier.

He continued packing up the bar's toothbrushes, soaps, shampoo, combs, bedding, and more. As Persson greeted old Tom with a smile, Charlie always felt an urge to turn himself in.

Leaving Diagon Alley, it was the same familiar outfit, the same familiar car, and the same familiar driver.

"Brother, I didn't even stop the car this time, this is too much..."

The beer-bellied driver looked like he was about to cry; this man in his forties was acting like a child, all wronged.

Persson pretended not to hear and clung to the speeding car, signaling the driver to open the door.

Charlie didn't think there was anything wrong with it. When he was studying Chinese fireballs in Asia, he had heard that a certain distant country also used this method of taking trains.

"Driver, please go to King's Cross Station."

Charlie felt he was becoming more and more familiar with Muggle life.

If he had taken a taxi more often back then, his Muggle Studies class wouldn't have only barely gotten an E (good)!

……

Upon arriving at King's Cross Station, the place was almost completely packed with strange men dressed in black robes.

The poor subway security guard had to stop a mysterious wizard almost every fifty seconds, question him about whether he was a terrorist, and then get hit with a Confusion Charm and have to squat in a corner of the passage counting mushrooms.

"Hurry up, he's about to wake up again!"

Urged on by the Auror in charge of security, Charlie quickened his pace, pushing his luggage. At this moment, he actually missed the group of irritable goblins.

At the very least, when those goblins were around, it wasn't his place to serve Persson; the goblins would scramble to carry Persson's luggage, along with him, onto their bodies.

"This is it, Platform 9¾. Just run it over."

Upon reaching the brick wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10, Charlie deliberately waited a while longer, allowing his parents to pass through with his younger siblings and an unfamiliar dark-haired boy before entering the platform at a later time.

After spending half a month together, Charlie had determined that, in the vast majority of cases, Poisson was harmless.

At the very least, their family's assets were not enough to tempt Possom to greed.

His main problem was that he didn't know how to explain to his parents why he suddenly had a child after working away from home for a year.

Although the child is adopted, and it's still unclear who the father is, legally speaking, he is indeed Poisson's guardian.

"Hopefully, Minister Fouché can find this child a reliable family..."

Looking back on the past two weeks, Charlie was quite emotional. He did have some feelings for the man, but he felt that the silent fire dragons were easier to deal with than the man who was serving this man.

Ugh—

The sound of the steam whistle pulled Charlie back to reality; they had passed through the wall and arrived at Station Nine and Three-Quarters.

A crimson train, billowing steam, pulled up beside a crowded platform. Several owls flew through the thick smoke, followed by a little wizard anxiously trying to bring them back.

Persson remembered the owl that didn't exist. He originally wanted to buy a eagle owl, but unfortunately, the animals in the pet store cowered in the corner and trembled when they saw him. The only brave one was a large ginger cat that hissed in response to stress.

Fortunately, Poisson had no parents, so he generally didn't need an owl.

Upon boarding the train, the front seats were already full, so Persson simply pushed his luggage to the very back. A little beaver naturally followed behind, squeezing into the same compartment as Persson.

Persson glanced at Hermione, who was clearly looking for him, and couldn't understand why the girl looked so relieved. But he didn't think much of it and took out his Transfiguration textbook to flip through it casually.

After awakening his transformation skills, these simple transformation spells were a piece of cake for Poisson.

However, since the bloodline inheritance was not something he learned on his own, the two completely different magic systems were just what he needed to fill in the gaps.

On the other side, Hermione also pulled out a large stack of books, but the titles of these books...

One hundred laws you've definitely broken.

Muggle Protection Law Details

New Acts and Examples from the Ministry of Magic

The girl had also tried to pursue power, but when she opened her brand-new spellbook, she saw similar small print under all the powerful spells:

The arm swing should be moderate; pay attention to the volume of the incantation; pause for a certain period during recitation; the hand gestures are quite complex, please see the professor's demonstration in class for details...

Summary: Prevent self-learning!

Hermione tried several times, but could only learn simple and harmless spells like Glowing Light, Clear Water, and Levitation. Thinking that the young master of a pure-blood family might have already familiarized himself with the textbook a year in advance with the help of a private tutor, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Although she had just suffered a crushing defeat, the law was indeed the only weapon that girls from "poor" families could rely on.

"Perhaps Hogwarts is still a lawless place..."

"At least, I am absolutely safe with Poisson by my side!" the girl wrote in a diary titled "Living".