Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 21 Cold-blooded Monster

This was a battle whose outcome was predetermined.

Persson stood on the left, with only Hermione behind him. A giant squid, forty feet long, swam slowly across the glass behind him, making the two of them appear exceptionally small.

Lucien stood on the right, with the Quidditch players' hands on his shoulders, and the entire Slytherin retinue behind him, a large and somewhat eerie sight.

"bow."

Gemma stood in the center, gesturing for the two to bow, but only Persson bowed slightly, while Lucien was as stiff as a stone, his fingers gripping his wand so tightly they almost pierced his palm.

"start."

At Gemma's command, Lucien sprang into action, thrusting his wand forward with a swift motion: "Legs Freeze, Death!"

A simple leg-locking spell, not very powerful, but it can restrict movement, a wise choice.

The premise is that it can hit the target.

Persson didn't even move his feet. He had already realized when Lucien waved his wand that the spell had gone astray and wouldn't hit him at all.

"My hands are shaking, so I can't hit the target."

Persson chuckled, and Lucien retorted through gritted teeth, "Just a prediction. I think you're the one who's scared stiff, not moving an inch."

With that, he waved his wand again: "Petrify them all!"

A beam of blue light shot out from the tip of the bat, precise and swift, showcasing Lucien's skill as a batter.

But Persephone was prepared; he simply waved his wand lazily and chanted, "Thunderous Explosion."

The red light arrived first, striking Lucien's petrification spell precisely before it could travel far. The deafening explosion echoed through the lounge, and the intense heat of the flames burned Lucien's cheeks red. His teammates and classmates had already shrunk far away, leaving him alone to withstand the aftershocks of the explosion.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

With a shout of "Expelliarmus!", another beam of red light shot out, and Lucien had no choice but to hastily cast the Ironclad Charm to protect himself like a tortoise shell.

Damn, is this the kind of skill a first-year student should have?

Thunderclap explosions are something you learn in fifth grade!

Persson, of course, wouldn't tell him that as a dragon who craves power, his first choice would always be those powerful and destructive spells. If Hogwarts didn't have a place where you couldn't learn the Unforgivable Curse, he would definitely learn a couple of them.

More and more spells bombarded Lucien, not very powerful, but they forced him to maintain the Ironclad Charm and remain immobilized.

Tap...tap...tap...

The crisp sound of footsteps came through the gaps in the spell's explosion, like the tolling of a death knell.

Persson was approaching Lucien at a leisurely pace, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll on a warm afternoon.

"Aren't you going to fight back?" Persson continued moving. "Wizard duels aren't turn-based. If you keep cowering like a coward, you might really die..."

Madness!

That's incredibly arrogant!

Although Perigin, as an assistant, was unlikely to take action on campus, he could still feel immense pressure from Poisson.

"He's simply playing with Lucien," Perigin said through gritted teeth.

"Lucian has already lost," Marcus shook his head in disappointment. "Last time, I could explain my defeat as carelessness, but this time, in a head-on confrontation, unless I win by overwhelming force, Lucian, as a fourth-year student, will have no excuse left..."

"What's more, he was the one who got completely outmatched! I should probably consider bringing in some fresh blood to the team."

The other Slytherins shared similar thoughts; their disappointed looks and harsh words were like a knife stabbing into Lucien's heart.

We have to take the gamble!

"Sand and stones flying everywhere!"

With a leg-locking curse cast, blue flames suddenly blazed up, momentarily halting Persson's attack. Lucien seized the opportunity to jump backward, creating distance between himself and Persson.

He temporarily escaped Poisson's relentless pursuit, but found himself in an even greater predicament.

The Leg Lock Curse cannot be lifted in a short time, and continuing to cast the Ironclad Curse will only turn him into a motionless punching bag.

Fortunately, everything went as Lucien had anticipated.

"I only have one chance. This spell must completely incapacitate Persson!" Lucien gripped his wand tightly, and a series of low, awkward, and somewhat eerie incantations came from his mouth.

The fish scattered, the fire burned low, and the entire lounge seemed to be tinged with an evil aura.

"Dark magic!"

Hermione gasped and instinctively drew her wand, trying to stop Lucien's actions.

Gemma stood in front of her, her brows furrowed slightly, unsure whether she should call a halt to the duel.

Although it goes against tradition, if a young wizard were sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for dark magic right under her nose, her time as a prefect would be over.

Ultimately, this is just a school, and no one takes the so-called "fight to the death" of wizard duels seriously.

But Poisson seems to have other plans...

Faced with the dark magic poised to strike, Persson neither attempted to dodge nor cast defensive spells such as the Ironclad Charm.

Instead, he wore a playful smile, standing motionless with only one finger pointing at Lucien.

"What do you mean?"

Lucien subconsciously looked up.

A flash of silver light appeared before his eyes. Before he knew it, the chandelier above his head had transformed into a sharp, giant axe, heavy and menacing, hanging from the ceiling and swaying back and forth, making a creaking sound. Then came the sound of the rope snapping.

The black magic was just one syllable away from being released, but Lucien's body reacted before his brain.

He lunged to the right, his wand flying from his hand, and a chill swept over him from the side – the cold wind whipped up by the falling giant axe!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the ground seemed to tremble as the heavy axe was embedded directly into the stone bricks, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Is this guy serious?"

Fear gripped Lucien's heart instantly. He gasped for breath, the adrenaline rush from his near-death experience rapidly receding.

"If I got hit, I'd die, wouldn't I?"

"If I hadn't dodged and had insisted on casting the spell, this madman would have killed me without hesitation, wouldn't he?"

No matter how extreme their thoughts are, or how much they bully others in their daily lives.

As a fifteen-year-old child who had grown up in a pampered environment, Lucien simply did not have the courage to face death.

What's more, it was his own death.

Looking up, Poisson's expression was as usual, still wearing that perfect smile, but Lucien felt no warmth from that smile, only a chill that seeped into his bones!

Lucien had a strange feeling that the elegant boy in front of him didn't take him seriously, or even consider him one of their own!

For Poisson, killing him seemed no different than crushing an ant.

There's no need to worry about it, and it won't cause any guilt.

This is a monster that is cold-blooded to the extreme!

The entire lounge fell silent. No one expected that Posson would be so ruthless and deadly when he did make a move, as if he wanted to carry out the "fight to the death" to the very end!

This seemingly thin boy actually dared to kill, and he really had the ability to kill!

Even Hermione didn't know what to say. Although she disliked this guy named Lucien, she was kind at heart and never thought of killing anyone.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

A deep, cold voice, strained to suppress anger, suddenly rang out:

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

Snape, we've arrived.