Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 17 The Troll Tribe

"Name?"

"wooden club!"

"Why can it talk?"

"I worked as a security guard at Gringotts for a few years. I learned to talk so I could get an extra Sickle. I did it on purpose!"

The club-wielder smiled ingratiatingly, answering all of Poisson's questions without reservation. His fourteen-foot-tall frame bent like a shrimp, ensuring that Poisson didn't need to look up to ask questions.

Those tiny, bean-like eyes were filled with a longing to live!

Seeing that the giant was so sensible, Persson gave up the idea of ​​killing it.

No matter how many goblins there are, their overall strength remains the same.

A strong giant monster can make up for the lack of mid-level combat power in the Persson family.

Despite how quickly and easily the battle ended, the troll was still a level 4X creature. If it weren't for Persson's ability to fly and the fact that the club itself had no will to resist, it would have been a disaster.

If they were to get into a real, hand-to-hand ground battle, Persson, a juvenile green dragon with a slender body that barely exceeds ten feet including its tail and neck, couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't get hurt.

"Speaking of which, we really do need to recruit another group of dependents..."

Perseus swung his tail as he tried his best to stuff food into his stomach these days, attempting to force growth. However, although Hogwarts was a magic school, it didn't mean that every lunch contained magic.

Ordinary pork and beef provide very little energy. If you want to accelerate growth, the best choice is the meat of various magical animals, except for mithril, which is currently unavailable for purchase.

However, as a student, Persson could not possibly come to the Forbidden Forest to hunt every night.

He needs a strong and reliable retinue to hunt the magical creatures of the Forbidden Forest for him.

This way, he could not only save himself energy, but even if the poaching was exposed, he could blame everything on his family and fool Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Poisson's gaze toward the club became much more friendly.

"Hey, I remember trolls are social animals. Tell me, where is your tribe? Don't worry, I won't harm your people, I'll just give them a job."

Upon hearing this, a struggle flashed in Bangchui's eyes, and his expression twisted slightly with anger.

Just as Poisson thought this guy still had some backbone and was preparing to continue to coerce and entice him...

"Actually... it's not that they can't be hurt..."

The club opened its mouth timidly, its small eyes flashing with a raging fire of revenge.

"Do you have a grudge against them?" Persson asked curiously, putting down the dragon tail that he had pulled out halfway.

"That was eleven years ago..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Oh..." Bangchui said, sounding aggrieved.

Originally, the club was the leader of a troll tribe. In order to make the tribe grow stronger, it listened to the goblins' tricks and went to Gringotts to become a bodyguard.

After eleven years of hard work, all he got was a bunch of useless little iron pieces, and he could only buy supplies through fairies. Unable to bear it any longer, he decided to retire and return to his hometown.

Upon returning to the Forbidden Forest, Bangchui discovered that his tribe had already been seized by his younger brother, who not only armed himself with the supplies Bangchui had obtained but also used those supplies to fight against him.

Having been expelled from the tribe, Bangchui could only find a cave to make do, and by chance, he found Possun's territory.

"If you take down that bastard, I guarantee all the trolls will submit to you!"

The club pounded its chest, though it couldn't stage a dragon king's return, it could lure the dragon king there!

Foolish little brother, what good is it if you can't even hit someone?

In this world, what matters is power and connections!

Seeing the brotherly affection between the two, Persson did not expose its little scheme. Instead, he encouraged it, saying, "Since you are so sensible, then after I conquer the giant tribe, you will be their leader."

"May our King be wise and mighty, and live ten thousand years!"

The club-like creature howled, spouting auspicious phrases it had somehow learned, when suddenly Persson flicked its tail, shattering a nearby boulder.

"However, as my subordinate, you must not be a useless piece of trash! I don't care what methods you use, if any of the other giants are even slightly disloyal, your fate will be the same as this stone!"

Bangchui wiped the sweat from his brow and, forcing a smile, promised, "All trolls will become your most loyal servants!"

Club is an ambitious troll; otherwise, it wouldn't have joined Gringotts and spent all its salary on weapons and armor.

Although all that equipment ended up in its younger brother's hands, a much brighter future is now before it!

Although he didn't know why the dragon in front of him could transform into a human, he sensed an even more burning ambition in those vertical pupils.

The great Dragon King would never be content to remain confined to one corner. Under Persson's leadership, it, the club, might have the chance to become the ruler of all giants!

The club was having a good dream, since it had no right to refuse anyway. As a giant that had been exposed to the workplace, it knew how to use self-pity.

"In that case, lead the way!"

Persson nodded slightly and spread his giant wings.

……

As the sun gradually set in the west, the horizon was tinged with a reddish-purple hue. Amidst this crimson-purple ribbon, a verdant shadow tore through the reddish clouds, the sound of its giant wings whistling through the air making no attempt to conceal its presence.

"A dragon...there's a dragon!"

The noisy shouts woke the buck-toothed creature from the mother troll. It rubbed its sleepy eyes, stood up unsteadily, and stood up. Standing at a height of seventeen feet, it was like a crane among chickens among trolls, almost like a small giant.

"Who...disturbed...me?"

The man with buck teeth spoke haltingly, but could not hide the anger in his voice:

"Is that... damn club? Bucktooth... is... really angry now! Bucktooth... is going to smash its head!"

Bucktooth pounded its chest angrily. As a giant that believed in the survival of the fittest, it didn't care about contributions or ownership.

A club is weaker than buck teeth.

Then everything that Bangchui has should belong to Baoya, including Bangchui's territory, Bangchui's equipment, and Bangchui's wife!

The great buck teeth only drove away the club, not flattened its head.

But the idiot didn't know how to be grateful and repeatedly challenged the buck-toothed man's authority.

The buck-toothed guy is very angry!

"roar!"

With a roar, Bucktooth grabbed the spiked club at hand, donned his heavy armor, and prepared to step out of the chieftain's private cave.

"Dragon! Fire dragon!" A smaller giant scrambled in, frantically reporting, "It's in the sky! It can fly! We're doomed!"

The man with the buck teeth silently withdrew his foot: "How big?"

"This...this is so big!" The small giant exaggeratedly spread its arms, and veins bulged on its head from the effort, as if it was about to cut off its legs and attach them to its hands.

Bucktooth looked at the size the little giant was gesturing with, and then compared it to his own size.

"Where did this...lizard come from!"

"How dare you... challenge... the authority of the buck-toothed one!"