Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

There's no rush to find a way to make money right now.

After leaving Diagon Alley and saying goodbye to the somewhat dazed Granger family, Persson and the others didn't rush to leave the Leaky Cauldron.

"Find a way... to survive... the strength..."

Hermione's voice drifted away on the wind, and Charlie worried that the girl might turn to the dark side. However, for him, the most important thing right now was to consider the next step.

"There's still more than two weeks until school starts, and we might need to find a place to stay again. What do you guys think of Leaky Cauldron?"

Charlie didn't mention his old home, the Burrow, because in his eyes, Poisson was still a dangerous time bomb, and if it really exploded, his family certainly couldn't stop it.

Thinking of this, Charlie looked at his boss Tom and the other drinkers with a hint of apology.

I'm sorry, but what can I do when it's better to die than to die myself?

Persson ignored Charlie's ulterior motives and wasn't interested in the swarming Burrow; the best outcome would naturally be the Leaky Cauldron, which was right next to Diagon Alley.

However, before that—

"Charlie, I need to get my men over here first." Persson stepped out of the bar and surveyed the open space around him.

"Subordinates?" Charlie shuddered. What else could subordinates of a dragon be?

"Are there other baby dragons?"

Audrey's eyes lit up instantly; it was only at times like this that she would speak up. Unfortunately, Persson shook his head.

"No, I don't have that ability."

He ruthlessly shattered the girl's beautiful dream and quickly found an empty space on the side of the well-connected streets, which looked like an abandoned park.

"Uh...how do you plan to get back?"

Seeing the satisfied smile on Poisson's face, Charlie felt a sense of foreboding and spoke up to warn him:

"That forest is quite a distance from London. I recommend using Floo Powder to get to the nearest town. Forget Apparition; I'm not Dumbledore, I can't take you with me."

"No need for that," Persson said as he crossed the street to the park while no one was around, urging Charlie and Audrey to hurry up and follow.

Only after they had completely disappeared into the grove of trees did he reveal his plan:

"We can just fly there."

……

blow--

The thick clouds were cleaved open by the dragon's head, and the fierce winds were torn to shreds by the churning of the giant wings. A green shadow reflected a faint light in the blinding sunlight high in the sky, like an unstoppable warship about to bring death to the whole world.

Charlie didn't know whether the world would die or not.

Anyway, he was somewhat dead under the dragon's claws.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

Charlie yelled and screamed, but the gale was like a seasoned boxer, always managing to knock his voice back into his throat with pinpoint accuracy.

the other side.

Poisson, however, felt more exhilarated than ever before.

A cool breeze made the scales tremble slightly, and the huge dragon wings drove them freely; this was a feeling called freedom.

Since its birth, the cautious Poisson has never flown beyond the height of the treetops, never soared freely among the clouds, and never had to worry about being torn to pieces by a passing hero or archmage.

"arrive!"

With the familiar forest right in front of it, Perseus not only did not slow down, but instead rapidly increased its altitude, then folded its wings, and plummeted to the ground like a space-based weapon from a science fiction novel.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Charlie wailed and squeezed his eyes shut, blood rushing uncontrollably to his feet.

However, the scene of him being smashed into a bloody pulp with a "splat" did not occur as one might imagine.

Just as Poisson was about to embrace the ground, he spread his enormous wings that blotted out the sky and flapped them forcefully.

Sa...

The hurricane lifted his body, and the trees were blown into submission.

It was as if a great emperor was announcing to this forest that he had returned like lightning!

Loosen the dragon's claws.

A pale-faced Charlie staggered to his feet, struggling to regain his balance. After several attempts, he finally collapsed onto the grass, face down, feeling utterly resigned to his fate. He felt he never wanted to fly again, not even in his beloved Quidditch...

On the other side, Audrey slid down Poisson's smooth scales, her little face flushed, seemingly still wanting more.

As for why one is on the dragon's claw and the other on its back...

Poisson asked, "Can free-to-play players receive the same treatment as whales?"

"So, Persson, what exactly are your men?" Charlie asked, his face still buried in the grass, his voice muffled.

"Uh...it seems you've just blocked the exit," Persson offered a friendly reminder.

Before Charlie could figure it out, a small hand suddenly reached into his nostril and tickled him, then, as if it had found a way to exert force, it grabbed Charlie's nose hair and pulled hard!

"Awoo!"

Charlie screamed and sprang to his feet, pulling out the radish and pulling out the mud. A small, round, brownish-brown creature, shaped like a potato, crawled up his nose onto his face, seemingly a little afraid of heights.

"The King! The King is back!"

Although his body was still trembling a little, the moment he saw Persson, the little guy's wrinkled face instantly broke into a smile. Like presenting a treasure, he used his nose hairs to control Charlie's body and pull him in front of Persson.

"King! Food! Offering!"

"Alright, this isn't food, he's one of us."

Persson used his tail to tangle the little guy down. Charlie, still shaken, hid behind Persson. More little potatoes poured out of the finally clear hole, some big and some small, but none taller than two feet.

"Your men are a bunch of goblins?!" Charlie asked in shock.

"That's right." Persson nodded.

As one of the three starter families of the young dragons, the goblin was naturally not someone he could miss.

"This...is truly unbelievable..."

Looking at the goblins standing in rows like soldiers before Persson, Charlie remembered his father saying that goblins were sentient beings.

Why is it that his goblins only cause trouble in the garden, while Perseus's goblins are as obedient as house-elves?

Poisson, of course, wouldn't tell him.

Whenever there was a disobedient goblin, he would tie that guy to a tree and whip him hard with his tail!

As expected, the older generation of imperialist fighters were still too authoritative!

"Oh right, I still have some things I haven't taken."

Posson slapped his forehead, remembering the wealth he had accumulated over the past eleven years.

Although there wasn't much of it, for a greedy dragon, letting his wealth be taken away by some lucky person was worse than being killed!

Leading Charlie and Audrey, and surrounded by a group of goblins, Persson arrived at a waterfall.

Pass through this small waterfall, and you'll find a hidden paradise inside.

The cave, located right next to the waterfall, was unusually dry, as evidenced by the few goblins wiping it back and forth with rags at the cave entrance.

Several vines hung down from the cave ceiling, with simple homemade candles tied to them. The faint candlelight flickered from side to side in the cave, not for lighting, but to make the pile of gold and silver jewels in the center of the cave shine even brighter!

Under Charlie's gaze, which shifted from envy to doubt and finally to disbelief, Persson rolled up the most dazzling gold ring at the top of the jewels and swept aside the other quartz, pyrite, and small pebbles buried at the bottom.

Looking at the little nest he had lived in for nearly eleven years, Possong felt a rare sense of reluctance.

"No matter what, thank you for sheltering me from the storm for the past eleven years."

"Next, I will step into a new world!"