Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 36 The Paradigm of Pureblood Nobility

I left Quirrell's office.

Persson hadn't expected Quirrell to be so generous, casually offering a book of dark magic, which didn't seem to be an ordinary, common item.

As he opened "The Fatal Code," piercing screams inexplicably echoed in his mind. Looking at the human bodies in the book, some dismembered, some stitched up, and some even turned inside out, Persson felt a sense of unease, as if he could feel their pain as well.

"Hiss... As expected of a dark magic book, it's really dangerous..." Persson snapped the book shut. Thanks to the green dragon's extremely high mental resistance, this level of hypnosis was not enough to affect him.

However, just to be on the safe side, Persson did not intend to learn the magic in this book.

"The power of dark magic comes from emotions; only by constantly guiding one's dark side can one unleash the strongest dark magic..."

Persson pondered the notes on the first page of the Fatal Codex. He knew very well that the statement was true, and he also knew that he didn't need guidance; he only needed to relax a little to become a genius in dark magic.

That's precisely why he doesn't intend to go too deep into the path of dark magic.

"More than brute force, a calm mind is the key to victory..."

"Besides, even without relying on dark magic, I can still possess immense power!"

The dragon's nature is deeply ingrained. It took Persson a lot of effort to barely suppress the arrogance and cruelty in his bones. If he just casually uses dark magic, it's fine, but if he seriously studies it, he will definitely be completely immersed in all kinds of negative emotions!

Poisson was quite satisfied with his nose and had no intention of transforming himself into a noseless monster.

With that in mind, he simply put away the "Fatal Codex," waiting to find a suitable candidate in the future, where it might still come in handy.

A leader needs a brain, but a leader doesn't need a sharp blade.

If you train a loyal wizard and teach him dark magic, it's the same as Poisson being able to use dark magic, without paying any price!

"Forget it, it's too early to think about these things now." Persson shook his head. He hadn't come to Quirrell to learn dark magic; he just wanted to create an opportunity to come into contact with Voldemort.

Suggestion, a standard ability of adult green dragons, was unlocked by Persson after his dragon slumber. To be on the safe side, he never showed it to Dumbledore until he used it on Quirrell.

Because the conditions for triggering the Suggestion spell are too demanding—the victim must genuinely accept the implanted idea—Persson did not intend to use it to control Quirrell. His actions were merely to demonstrate his value to Voldemort.

An ambitious young wizard, yearning for power, might earn Voldemort's attention, but that's about it.

Voldemort would never entrust his life and fortune to a freshman who hasn't even graduated yet, or who just enrolled this year!

But what would Voldemort think if this little wizard possessed great power and could freely control Voldemort's only servant?

On one side is Persson, who possesses unique talent and is deeply interested in dark magic.

On one hand, he's a useless person.

Even a fool knows which one to choose!

"Given Voldemort's strength, he could definitely see through my suggestion spell, but since he didn't stop me and instead allowed Quirrell to hand over the Deadly Codex to me, it means he had his own plans..."

Persson, having figured out Voldemort's thoughts and relying on his familiarity with the plot, was confident that he could manipulate Voldemort at will.

Voldemort could never have imagined that an ordinary Slytherin boy could see through all his secrets and use him as a pawn!

"However, before that, I might need to inform Dumbledore first..."

Persson weighed the book in his hand. He had no intention of becoming a true Death Eater, and naturally, he wouldn't hide this from Dumbledore.

Moreover, as the director of this grand drama, Dumbledore, knowing of Voldemort's existence, would certainly be keeping a close eye on Quirrell's every move!

Having made up his mind, Persson turned around and prepared to head to the principal's office.

But three familiar figures suddenly blocked his way.

"Well... it's been a long time, Persson." Under Persson's intensely imposing gaze, Malfoy forced himself to open his mouth, while Crabbe and Goyle shrank behind him, not daring to utter a single word.

"Something wrong?" Persson raised an eyebrow, wondering what mischief Malfoy was up to now.

"Professor Snape... he wants you to go to the classroom on the right side of the third floor." Malfoy began to lie according to the established script, while becoming more and more certain that Marcus and the others were a bunch of idiots.

Who can be fooled by such a clumsy lie?

"Alright, lead the way." Persson nodded.

"What if you don't believe me... huh?" Malfoy's eyes widened, unable to believe that Persson had agreed so easily!

Actually.

Persson could obviously tell that this had nothing to do with Snape, after all, Malfoy had been winking and making faces, practically writing "this is a hoax" on his face.

But so what if it's a scam?

Perseus knew very well that many in Slytherin wanted revenge against him, but he had absolute confidence in his own abilities.

Unless it's a professor, a bunch of students, no matter how many people come, they're just freeloaders!

Perfect opportunity to "teach" these dishonest guys a lesson. Moreover, as the "bullied," Poisson holds the absolute high ground in terms of both law and justice!

"Then... then come with me."

Although the plot was not quite what he had imagined, Malfoy believed that Persson was a smart man who could understand his hints.

In that case, some things can be said openly.

Malfoy leaned close to Persson and whispered, "Marcus and his men sent me. There are three of them, lying in ambush in the abandoned classroom on the third floor. They'll attack as soon as you go in!"

Poisson was not surprised by Malfoy's words.

To his surprise, Malfoy actually chose to backstab him.

"So, why are you telling me this?" Persson looked Malfoy up and down, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Conflicts between pure-blood families?

Is it simply that you don't like Marcus?

Or perhaps there's another purpose...

"Because Marcus and his gang are a bunch of idiots!" Malfoy gritted his teeth, his anger palpable. "They're not worthy to represent a pure-blood family!"

As he spoke, he extended a hand to Persson, his smile more genuine than ever before, "Only you and I can be considered paragons of pure-blooded nobility..."