Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 39 Humanoid Black Magic Launcher

"No, Lucien! You can't do this!"

Marcus stared wide-eyed at Lucien, who was beginning to waver, and became even more certain that Persson was a devil!

"I……"

Lucien looked down at his wand, then at Marcus, who was giving him a threatening look, and was caught in a dilemma.

Choosing Marcus... his Quidditch career is completely over. Slytherin will not accept a cowardly traitor, and he will be despised like a slug for the next few years.

Choose yourself... Lucien knew the power of that spell all too well. When he experimented on frogs, mice, and house-elves, their agonizing screams were always chilling. Lucien still couldn't bear to recall those horrific sights!

What should I do?

Lucien's hand, gripping his wand tightly, trembled uncontrollably. He suddenly envied Perigin; if he had fainted earlier, he wouldn't have suffered such torment.

Indeed, I should choose myself.

Just grit your teeth and it will pass.

Just as he was thinking this—

"Think it over carefully, Lucien, don't disappoint me." A small hand gently patted his back. Facing eleven-year-old Persson, Lucien, with his head down, easily caught his gaze.

"Oh……"

Lucien suddenly laughed.

Looking at Persson's seemingly encouraging but actually cruel smile, Lucien knew that he actually had no choice at all.

Anyone who offends Poisson will have to pay the price; it's not a matter of one person bearing the burden alone.

Neither he nor Marcus can escape it.

"Flesh and blood being torn apart!"

The crimson spell was unleashed once more, and Marcus let out a piercing scream. Lucien struggled to control its power, but Persson suddenly spoke up: "That's right, just like that! Unleash yourself completely! Vent all your resentment, all your anger, onto him!"

A flash of golden light appeared in Persson's eyes, and a nameless fire suddenly surged in Lucien's heart.

If these idiots hadn't ignored him, and if Marcus hadn't dragged him along, would they have suffered all this?

Since the choice has already been made and Quidditch teams certainly won't accept him in the future, why risk displeasing Poisson by showing mercy to a jerk?

Unbeknownst to him, a strange smile crept onto Lucien's lips, without even his own awareness.

"Ahhhhh—"

Marcus screamed until his vocal cords felt like they were about to tear apart. He wanted to accuse and curse, but the intense pain completely silenced him.

All he could do was muster all his strength and raise his wand.

"It's not my fault," Lucien defended himself, but his twitching lips seemed to be desperately trying to suppress a laugh.

"Accept it, Marcus. This is the price you have to pay." As he spoke, he subtly adjusted his wand, and a crimson beam struck Marcus's hand, extinguishing his last shred of resistance.

The effects of the spell began to appear. Red spots appeared on the back of Marcus's hand, followed by peeling skin, layer after layer, until the flesh began to fall off, revealing a faint trace of bone white.

What should have been a horrifying scene, however, only brought Lucien a sense of exhilaration.

At this moment, he seemed to resonate with the inventor of the spell, and wished he could see Marcus turn into a pile of bones.

Until Poisson intervened and interrupted him.

"Alright, if this continues, we won't be able to explain it to the professor." Persson pushed Lucien's wand away, looked at Marcus rolling on the ground with his arms crossed, and shook his head regretfully.

"The effect is rather weak; it looks almost like a burn. Dark magic isn't all that great after all..."

Lucien explained, "The horror of dark magic lies primarily in its incurability. Without knowing the antidote, the damage caused by dark magic can last for a very long time, even a lifetime!"

"Is that so?" Persson admired Marcus's festering hand. It didn't look too bad, but if it couldn't be healed, it would become very painful.

However, Poisson still had no intention of studying black magic.

Compared to transformation spells and ordinary offensive spells, the effect of black magic lies in its duration rather than its direct killing power.

Even the Avada Kedavra curse requires you to apply it one by one, which is extremely inefficient.

However, the price to be paid is very high.

Persson observed Lucien discreetly. He had already withdrawn the suggestion spell, but Lucien's face still bore that distorted expression.

Although "Flesh and Blood Stripping" is not very powerful, only when one truly desires to torment another can the spell be fully unleashed.

This morbid pleasure can obviously completely change a person!

"I hope Dumbledore won't use this to cause me trouble..." Persson shrugged, but wasn't too worried. After all, the trouble came to him of his own accord, and he wasn't the one studying dark magic.

Thinking of this, Persson recalled the book Quirrell had given him, and his plan to launch a humanoid black magic transmitter.

Lucien, standing before me, seems to be a good candidate.

'But not now,' Persson thought to himself, 'Only when Lucien is completely abandoned by Slytherin and has nowhere else to turn will he possibly support me from the bottom of his heart...'

Judging from Marcus's hateful eyes, that day doesn't seem far off.

Compared to Poisson, betrayal by one's own people is obviously more unacceptable.

"Well done, even more proactive than I expected." Persson patted Lucien's shoulder lightly, continuing to draw a wave of hatred for him.

Now, all Lucien could do was smile bitterly...

On the other side...

Malfoy finally came to his senses.

Although he had somewhat anticipated this outcome, Malfoy had to admit he was still taken aback by the trio's complete surrender and the unharmed Persson.

He knew Poisson was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

In Malfoy's plan, he, as the chief, was supposed to fight alongside Persson, and after a long and arduous battle, finally achieve victory and forge a deep friendship in the process.

But now?

He only fired one spell from beginning to end, which was dodged by the opponent. After that, he remained in the VIP spectator seat, and his contribution might not even be as great as Crabbe's, who took the crucial damage!

Of course, none of these are the most important things.

Most importantly, Poisson's coldness, cruelty, and attitude of treating the enemy as a toy made Malfoy feel uneasy.

Is this really the level of awareness an eleven-year-old wizard should have?

Even the Dark Lord wasn't this ruthless when he first entered the academy!

Malfoy couldn't help but speculate about Persson's family background. What kind of ancient, pure-blooded family could have produced such a powerful yet twisted monster as Persson?

I must say, it's right up Malfoy's alley!

Young people are always immature, fantasizing that they come from a mysterious family, have undergone trials that ordinary people cannot endure, and possess power far beyond their peers.

All of these seem to be reflected in Poisson.

This made Malfoy determined that he had to improve his relationship with Poisson!

Just then, seeing Poisson preparing to leave the classroom, Malfoy hurriedly chased after him and asked curiously, "Where are you going next? To teach the entire Quidditch team a lesson?"

Persson looked at the persistent leech with a puzzled expression: "Didn't I just say I was going to see Dumbledore?"

"Huh?" Malfoy shrank back timidly. "You...you're going to turn yourself in?"