Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 20 Wizard Duel

"Betrayal of Slytherin?"

Posson scoffed.

He immediately saw through Lucien's tricks; he was simply trying to isolate him by using the political correctness of Slytherin as a pretext.

Even when Poisson was arrogant and domineering during the freshman showdown, his only target was Lucien.

Now, if he were to acknowledge Lucien's words, it would be tantamount to denying the founding principles of Slytherin and the beliefs of everyone.

This is tantamount to declaring war on the entire Slytherin!

"Persson, let's hurry up and go..."

Hermione huddled behind Perseus and tugged at his sleeve with her little hand.

Hermione was a smart girl, and although she didn't know why, she could sense that the invisible malice seemed to be shifting from her to Persson.

Although they had absolute confidence in Persson's abilities, Slytherin was not lacking in pure-blood wizards, and who knew if they might also possess some strange bloodline magic!

Persson's casual remark back then left a huge shadow on Hermione's young mind!

But Poisson did not move.

His amber vertical pupils shifted slightly, calmly sweeping across everyone's faces. Thanks to the dragon's powerful eyesight, he was able to see everyone's expression clearly.

Malfoy was somewhat flustered, seemingly not expecting things to turn out this way; Lucien was secretly smiling, but on the surface he had to put on an indignant expression; Marcus was nodding slightly to Lucien, in his opinion that if authority could not be re-established, then kicking out those who challenged authority was a good option.

Many others remained silent.

The pure-blood wizard looked on with disgust, as if breathing the same air as a Muggle was an insult to him.

Half-blood wizards are kept out of reach, even though they also have Muggle blood flowing through their veins. They genuinely uphold pure-blood supremacy, or perhaps they are simply afraid of retaliation from their classmates.

"Ha, how ugly..."

Poisson finally spoke, his voice not loud, but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

"Look at Slytherin now! You accuse me of betrayal? In my opinion, allowing cowardly, incompetent, arrogant trash like you, who only slowly erode the glory of our ancestors, into the Slytherin family is the greatest betrayal of Slytherin!"

"you--"

Lucien's eyes widened, Malfoy's face turned ashen, and the other pure-blood wizards were equally furious.

Poisson's blunt words were like slaps to their faces, one after another!

But that's not all.

With the stage finally set up, Poisson naturally had to try his best to prove his stance in front of Dumbledore.

"You're not convinced?" He took another step forward. "Then prove it to me! Prove you're not overgrown children protected by your families! Prove that purebloods aren't just cowards who follow Voldemort around causing trouble!"

"Shut up!"

"How dare you...how dare you say that name!"

"Idiot... idiot! You think you're something to be proud of just because you randomly flipped to a name in a book? You don't understand, you understand nothing!"

Just one sentence, or even just a name, completely shattered everyone's defenses.

Looking at the trembling, cursing, and hysterical little snakes, Poisson shook his head in disappointment:

"The name of a long-dead person can scare you like this? You're nothing but a bunch of cowards."

Hermione, her face pale, gently tugged at Persson's sleeve, hoping he wouldn't launch into a sweeping generalization.

"Okay...very good, you think you're very brave?"

Lucien struggled to suppress the tremor in his voice, and with a whoosh, he drew his wand: "For the honor of the Paul family, Persson, I challenge you to a wizarding duel!"

hiss--

A collective gasp filled the dungeon, and even the flickering firelight seemed to pause. Hermione Pomeranian shook her head frantically.

"Don't agree to it!" Hermione exclaimed gravely. "Wizard duels are no joke! Although no one has died from them for many years, as a tradition in the wizarding world, accepting a duel is tantamount to signing a waiver of liability. Anything that happens during the duel will not be protected by law!"

"What, scared?"

Hermione's words seemed to have given Lucien renewed courage. He was convinced that Persson was just a pretentious bum and that the disarming spell he had used last time was purely lucky.

This time, he will reclaim the glory that belongs to him!

"If you're scared, then hurry back to your mother's arms and drink your milk!" Lucien continued to provoke. "While you can still move, take your stinky best friend and get out of here! Slytherin doesn't welcome you! It doesn't welcome any traitor who befriends Mudbloods!"

Upon hearing this, Poisson's expression turned strange.

Does your dean know that you are planning to expel him from Slytherin?

"Persson, ignore him!" Hermione grabbed Persson's arm, not caring about losing face, and tried to pull him away temporarily.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, Hermione knew very well that Persson was a free spirit at heart!

as predicted.

"Life or death? Interesting," Persson said, gently shaking off Hermione's hand and drawing his wand. "Lucian, I accept your duel."

……

The atmosphere in Slytherin changed instantly, becoming solemn and quiet, as if some kind of religious ceremony was being held, or as if witnessing a martyr burning his life for his faith.

When was the last time a wizard duel took place in front of a crowd?

ten years?

Twenty years?

Or perhaps it never happened?

Malfoy followed the crowd in a daze and entered the Slytherin common room, where he pushed the sofa, armchair, and various other items into the corner as instructed.

The eerie green flames in the fireplace burned even more fiercely, both alluring and strange, like the final flicker of light of a dying person.

Dark green curtains were billowed high, and several silver ribbons encircled a ring. All the Slytherin students stood around the ring, their backs straight and their expressions solemn, no longer the arrogant students of the past.

Public duels and private squabbles are two different things.

Moreover, Lucien represents pure-blood nobles and is gambling with his family's honor.

This duel cannot end in defeat.

Victory is the only option!

"Kid, you'd better be prepared to die!" Lucien said harshly as usual, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The eager gazes of those around him felt like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard to breathe.

He lowered his head, trying to regain his confidence from the tears in Poisson's eyes, wanting to see the boy trembling with fear.

But all that caught my eye was a faint smile.

Poisson remained calm and composed, as if nothing, no matter how significant, could move him.

Or perhaps, in Poisson's eyes, this duel was not a big deal at all, but just a game, an interlude.

Persson's gaze made Lucien feel vaguely uneasy.

"I hope you can keep up the act once the duel begins!" Lucien forced a cold laugh, swallowing hard; the sound of him swallowing was clearly audible in the deathly silent lounge.

"Lucien Ball—"

Gemma suddenly spoke, and her voice startled Lucien.

"And your assistant, Perrykin Derek," Gemma said, looking at the two men, "you will wager your family's honor in a wizarding duel against Perzon Savantryk, settling all scores and bearing all the consequences yourself. Do you agree?"

"I...I agree!" Lucien said through gritted teeth.

"Persson Savanrick," Gemma turned to the other side, "and who is your assistant?"

"I--"

"unnecessary."

Persson interrupted Hermione, pressing her trembling little hand down: "They're just a bunch of worthless wretches, do they really need assistants?"