Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 1: Can Humanity Reconcile?

1991 years.

Home Forest, England.

Beneath the oak tree, dappled sunlight streamed down as several Aurors trudged deeper into the dense forest, their footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves. Charlie Weasley and Audrey, also a researcher at the Dragon Sanctuary, followed closely behind.

Looking at the Aurors' nonchalant attitude, he couldn't help but speak up and remind them:

"Be careful, fire dragons have extremely keen senses; any creature that enters their territory will be detected immediately..."

"Relax, dragon expert," the leading Auror waved his hand fearlessly, "It's just a little kid who hasn't even grown all its teeth yet. I'd love for it to come knocking on my door!"

As he spoke, Delix smiled confidently, his eight exceptionally white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Charlie's attention wasn't on the teeth; his gaze was fixed on the back of Delilah's head, where a shadow seemed to flash by among the bushes.

That is……

"Fire dragon! A fire dragon has appeared!"

Charlie suddenly drew his wand, and several fire-resistant spells landed on everyone almost simultaneously. Audrey, who was standing nearby, also reacted quickly, and countless chains rushed towards the shadows with a whooshing sound, although most of them were stopped by the dense branches of the trees.

In contrast, the Aurors' performance was somewhat disappointing.

"I'm collapsing! I'm collapsing! Damn it, I can't see it!"

"Captain Delilah, in your left hand... no, your right hand... damn it, it's flown into the sky again! Is this guy a fire dragon or Pudmir United's Seeker?"

"Don't use the Stunning Charm! Prioritize restricting its movement!" Charlie roared, squinting as he observed the mysterious, agile, dancer-like emerald green figure in the sky.

"A common Welsh green dragon? No, the Welsh green dragon has a pitifully small wingspan, and it doesn't have a long crest that extends all the way to its back... A hybrid of the Norwegian Spinosaurus? But judging from their appearance, they don't seem to have much in common..."

As a fire dragon researcher, although Charlie mainly studies Romanian horned dragons, he also has some knowledge of other fire dragons.

In his view, the common Welsh green dragon looked like a stunted little lizard, while the Norwegian spinal dragon was a hunched old man.

But the young dragon in the sky was so elegant, it was just like a high-ranking nobleman!

"Could it be a new species that has never been discovered before?"

Charlie was astonished by his own bold guess, yet his heart inevitably burned with excitement.

No researcher can resist the temptation to name a new species.

But the prerequisite is that he can catch that baby dragon!

"Get out of the way!"

Delis suddenly roared, and Charlie, who was closest to him, instinctively lunged forward. A fierce hurricane swept across his cheeks like a blade, making them sting.

Then Charlie realized that it was the airflow created by the fire dragon's rapid dive!

"ah--"

Several screams came from behind. The Aurors, unable to dodge in time, were hit squarely. They only saw a green shadow flash past their eyes before they completely lost consciousness.

"Entwined by vines!"

Audrey reacted the fastest, with countless vines surging towards the newly landed dragon. Although most of them were torn to shreds by the sharp dragon claws, a few managed to entangle the dragon's hind legs.

"I can't hold on much longer..."

The girl was drenched in sweat, and her hand gripping the magic wand was trembling slightly.

Delius understood her meaning and led the remaining Aurors to surround the struggling young dragon, continuously casting stun and imprisonment spells.

Charlie remained where he was.

For some reason, he felt that something was wrong.

What is it?

It's an eye!

Charlie was suddenly jolted awake. Although the young dragon acted like a dying beast, there was no fear in its eyes, only a deep sense of mockery.

"Wait, this is a trap—"

Charlie was very observant.

But the baby dragons move even faster!

The hurricane swept through again, scattering withered branches and leaves everywhere. Charlie had to squint and could only vaguely see Dexter leading the Aurors in pursuit of the flapping-winged young dragon.

A withered twig grazed Audrey's face, leaving a bright red bloodstain and interrupting her already precarious magical output.

"roar--"

The young dragons rose with the wind, and the Aurors cast spells haphazardly, ignoring the ground beneath their feet, which, though seemingly solid, was actually covered with branches and leaves.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the ground collapsed, the Auror disappeared, and Audrey fell into a coma due to the disruption of her magic.

Charlie was the only one left standing in the entire stadium!

"Merlin's pants..." Charlie's mouth twitched wildly. Before he could even react, his carefully assembled dragon-catching team had been almost completely wiped out.

From diving down to feigning being trapped, and finally luring the enemy into an elaborately constructed trap...

Charlie found it hard to believe that these strategies came from a fire dragon!

rustling—

The wind howled, and the emerald green figure landed back on the ground, but unlike the first time, it was not so fierce. Instead, it appeared calm and unhurried, like a victorious king arriving at his loyal kingdom.

Charlie's legs trembled slightly as he watched the baby dragon approach.

Standing at nearly sixteen feet tall, it wasn't considered large among fire dragons, but the sense of oppression it brought was incomparable.

Although Charlie had foreseen his future fate after becoming a fire dragon researcher, the reserve was not without its unfortunate victims who were eaten by fire dragons.

But he never imagined that this day would come so quickly and so unexpectedly.

"Forgive me, Mother..." Charlie closed his eyes tremblingly, not daring to look at the sharp little daggers under the dragon's kiss, only hoping that everything would happen faster so that he could leave as peacefully as possible.

The expected excruciating pain did not occur for a long time.

Instead, a deep, hoarse, yet slightly immature voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"Human, state your name..."

Charlie stared wide-eyed in horror—

The fire dragon has spoken!

……

Should we just kill them?

Looking at the man trembling like a leaf, too terrified to speak, Persson shook his head and gave up on the tempting idea.

Not to mention that in his previous life as a human, he believed he still retained a tiny bit of humanity. A force capable of training seven mages was far beyond what he, still a young dragon, could afford to provoke.

Although the training was rather poor...

"This place has already been exposed. Killing them now would be pointless and would only further enrage the mysterious force behind it all..."

As a naturally cunning green dragon, and with a human soul, Persson was able to effectively suppress the arrogance and irritability inherent in his dragon nature, and weigh the pros and cons before making a decision.

Dragons are nature's darlings; they don't need to make any effort to increase their strength over time.

Therefore, for Poisson...

Wealth, family, power... these are all illusions.

Only by living can he become a true legend!

For this reason, Perseus, abandoned by Daenerys Targaryen, hid in this remote forest for eleven years to avoid the dangerous human forces in the Dragon Legacy.

"Unfortunately, it was eventually discovered..."

Poisson sighed softly.

Regardless of how these humans discovered his existence, it indicates that this place is no longer safe and he must find another place to hide.

But before that, understanding the surrounding circumstances is equally important for Poisson.

Eleven years after his transmigration, his understanding of the world remains based on fragments of memories from the Dragon's Legacy that do not belong to him.

Poisson knew nothing about the development of society or the forces around him.

"Human, tell me, where do you come from?"

Unable to get a reply for a long time, Persson flicked his tail impatiently, urging the man in front of him to speak as soon as possible.

Even as a pampered mage, this guy's mental fortitude is far too poor, as if he's never heard of dragons being able to talk before.

But how is that possible?

Under Poisson's increasingly hostile gaze, the man finally came to his senses and stammered as he introduced himself:

"I...I am Charlie, Charlie Weasley...from the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, and the others are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic...Please believe me, we mean you no harm."

Charlie Weasley...Ministry of Magic...Auror...

These words sounded strangely familiar to Posson, but he couldn't immediately tell whether this familiarity came from his past life or from the complex memories in the Dragon's Legacy.

As for the man's claim of having no malicious intent...

Ha, such a clumsy lie can't even fool those foolish white scales!

As a cunning and intelligent green dragon, Persson naturally wouldn't believe human nonsense.

"But... the Fire Dragon Reserve? Eleven years have passed, and the dragons have fallen to the point where they need protection?"

Persson secretly rejoiced. If he hadn't been cautious enough to avoid any place where humans might appear for eleven years, he might have been captured and taken to the so-called "Fire Dragon Reserve" long ago.

Young dragons captured by humans never have a good ending!

As he was pondering this, a poor guy who had been knocked unconscious not far away suddenly woke up. Before Persson could react, he saw him raise his wand.

"No!"

Poisson flapped his dragon wings, and a fierce gale forced Charlie to lie prone on the ground, but he couldn't stop the orange-red fireworks from blooming in the sky.

Asking for help?

Realizing that this place was not safe to stay any longer, Persson decisively abandoned the interrogation and flew away at top speed, leaving the others behind in the blink of an eye.

But what is faster than him!

Swah——

Suddenly, an iron chain shot out from behind him, waving wildly like a long snake, and quickly grabbed at Possou.

Persson quickly adjusted his direction, attempting to avoid the chains locking him, but his massive dragon body became a hindrance. Faced with the faster and more agile chains, Persson had no way to avoid them.

Boom—

With a loud bang, the emerald green figure crashed to the ground, its heavy body kicking up a cloud of dust.

Poisson struggled desperately, the chains clanging together with a crisp sound, but showed no sign of breaking.

Immediately following, steady footsteps drew closer. A tall, thin old man with a silver beard reaching his waist emerged from the dust and walked unhurriedly to Posson, speaking gently:

"Don't be nervous, child. We'll take you to your new home soon."

New home?

Poisson scoffed at this.

But when faced with an opponent far stronger than themselves, only a bunch of reckless red dragons would think of provoking them. As a green dragon, Persson wholeheartedly agreed with that widely circulated old saying—

Those who understand the times are wise!

"Looks like we'll have to resort to that trick again..."

Under the old man's astonished gaze, Persson mobilized all his magic power, and his enormous body began to twist and deform... eventually shrinking into a handsome boy with black hair and yellow eyes, about eleven or twelve years old.

The boy spoke:

"Can humanity reconcile?"