Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 27 Emerald Collar

"No!"

After extreme fear comes extreme anger!

Gazing at the crimson pillar that resembled divine punishment, the veins on its buck teeth bulged. It suddenly turned around, grabbed the front tooth that hadn't reacted yet, and lifted it above its head!

"roar--"

A dragon roar a hundred times louder than a regular dragon breath came from the sky. Bucktooth couldn't see what was above its head. It only felt a huge impact suddenly hit it. The incisor it raised let out a painful roar. Its distorted face was ferocious even by the standards of a troll!

Immediately afterwards, scorching flames poured down in front of Bucktooth's eyes like a waterfall. The corpse of Fangya became increasingly hot to the touch. Bucktooth felt as if he was not holding a giant monster, but a raging burning tree!

Even though it was a hot potato, Bucktooth didn't dare to throw the corpse away.

It could only struggle to hold on, and the armor it had stolen from the club showed fine patterns, only to be replaced by cracks in the next second.

The dragon's breath bullet completely burned out...

From Poisson's perspective, all that remained on the ground was a charred black spot, with no trace left behind.

"No wonder George told me to be careful."

Persson muttered to himself that the power of this was clearly beyond the scope of fireworks, but fortunately the Weasley brothers did not investigate further.

Just as he was preparing to land and check the situation—

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the scorched earth!

"Bucktooth is invincible!" Bucktooth pushed away the corpse of Front Teeth and struggled to stand up.

Its armor was burned to smithereens by the flames, and its whole body smelled of roasting meat. Its face was even more terrifying, with its eyelids burned off, leaving only its lonely eyeballs rolling around in their sockets.

But buck teeth never felt so good!

The mighty buck-toothed creature has survived the divine punishment; its skin is harder than rock, its will stronger than a pine tree; it will surely—

A ferocious dragon claw had somehow gotten stuck on its helmet.

The next second—

Click!

With a crisp sound, the buck-toothed man's head, along with his helmet, burst open like a balloon, leaving only a headless corpse that collapsed with a thud.

"Is this what the fairies created? Interesting."

Persson folded his wings and fiddled with the broken armor on the buck-toothed creature's body.

The fact that Bucktooth was able to withstand this giant dragon breath bullet was clearly thanks to this armor.

Unfortunately, the armor was damaged so completely that Poisson couldn't see anything.

"Forget it, it wasn't the goal anyway, so if it's broken, it's broken."

Persson shook his head, no longer dwelling on the value of the armor, and turned to look in the direction of the troll tribe.

"The most urgent task now is to completely subdue those giants!"

……

boom--

A headless corpse fell from the sky and crashed heavily into the middle of the giants.

Although it was headless, its distinctive physique and armor still revealed it to be the body of Bucktooth.

"Your leader is dead."

Poisson spoke calmly and slowly, his words landing on the buck-toothed corpse.

Even though his movements were already quite light, the giants still couldn't help but fall backward, as if an invisible hurricane was blowing in their faces, making them unable to even stand up.

The mallet stepped aside and acted as Poisson's translator.

"Now, lay down your weapons and submit to me," Persson said coldly, his vertical pupils sweeping over the hesitant giants. "If anyone dares to resist, not only the resister, but all the giants around will be executed by me."

Upon hearing this, the giants completely lost their will to resist.

They scrambled for each other's wooden sticks, fearing that some foolish fellow might anger the dragon lord and cause all the giants to perish together.

Looking at the giants lying prostrate on the ground, the club proudly puffed out its chest. It hadn't felt this good in years; it was even more enjoyable than creating little giants!

Of course, it hasn't forgotten who all of this came from.

"Great King Persephone, your radiance shines brighter than the sun! For these lowly creatures to grovel at your feet is the greatest honor of their lives!"

Posson was secretly pleased by the flattery, but on the surface, he remained serious and began assigning tasks.

"Bum, from now on, these giants are in your care. Remember my words: if they dare to be disloyal in any way, you will not escape either."

The boy bowed his head and accepted the order, followed by another round of flattery.

The tribe is now much larger than it was when it left, and there are even forest and river monsters.

The club hasn't even tasted the river monster yet...

Poisson ignored the club with its gleaming eyes. Although he had entrusted the troll to the club's management, it did not mean that he would completely relinquish power.

"Little Bean," Persson said, looking at his smartest goblin, "you'll be in charge of assisting Club in compiling a list of all the trolls' names and numbers. If they don't have names, give them one."

"Mission accomplished!"

DouDing stood on the top of the club and gave a perfect military salute.

"Finally," Persson looked at the trembling giants, spread his wings, and roared, "The Bucktooth Tribe is gone! From this day forward, you are nothing but the lowest of prisoners of war!"

"However, as long as you are loyal enough and work diligently, one day you will become citizens of the Emerald Territory, enjoying an endless supply of venison and fine wine!"

As a boss, making empty promises is a basic requirement. Although these promises have yet to materialize, the giants' enthusiasm has clearly been aroused, and they are so excited that they express their loyalty by howling.

The innocent giant has never experienced any workplace manipulation.

In their view, since the leader had made a promise, it would definitely be fulfilled; lies were beyond the comprehension of the troll's little head.

Only those who had actually worked had strange expressions.

For some reason, looking at Poisson now, Bangchui couldn't help but think of those pointy-eared fairies who had made the same promise, saying that hard work would lead to a good life...

"no the same!"

Clubb firmly shook his head: "The Dragon Lord said he would let Clubb lead all the giants, and he did. The Dragon Lord wouldn't lie!"

Poisson didn't mind the strange behavior of the clubman, who was nodding and shaking his head at the same time.

In his view, if the stick-wielding man couldn't manage the troll tribe, then they could just replace him with another troll.

Compared to the troll tribes that had already been conquered, what Persson cared more about was this territory he had just conquered, which he named Emerald Territory.

"Now I've established a firm foothold in the Forbidden Forest, but I can't let my guard down yet. Compared to other forces, Emerald Territory isn't particularly powerful..."

Posson pondered to himself, "Even though he seems to have conquered a large territory, it's still nothing compared to the vast Forbidden Forest."

In name only, the Forbidden Forest belongs to Hogwarts.

In reality, the Forbidden Forest is much larger than Hogwarts and Hogsmeade Village combined!

The Forbidden Forest is older than Hogwarts Castle. The four founders chose this location to build the school because of its vastness and mystery, in order to avoid the prying eyes of Muggles.

This has resulted in the Forbidden Forest still harboring many unknown dangers and mysterious settlements, with Hogwarts only controlling a small area on its periphery.

"The task ahead is arduous and the road is long..."

Persson sighed softly, but he didn't dislike the feeling. On the contrary, as a green dragon, he enjoyed the thrill of conquest and domination, even if it was just child's play next to the school.

While pondering—

A faint rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes not far away. Posson turned his head sharply, only to see a figure disappearing into the distance.

"A wizard? No, he looks like a centaur."

Poisson noticed that the figure had four legs.

The club hurriedly asked, "Dragon Lord, should I use the club to capture it?"

"Never mind," Persson shook his head.

Conquering a group of savage giants might be considered a good deed in Dumbledore's eyes, but waging war against a tribe of intelligent centaurs was clearly pushing the boundaries of Dumbledore's principles!

Of course, if the centaur tribe launches an attack, that's a different story...