Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 37 Flesh and Blood Stripping

"Is...is it here yet?"

In the abandoned classroom on the third floor, Perikin hid under the podium. The cramped space made it hard for him to breathe, and the only sound was the pounding of his heart like a drumbeat, deafeningly loud.

Although he did not participate directly in the last duel, as Lucien's assistant, he would have to take over if Lucien died.

As the giant axe fell, it struck Lucien beside him.

His heart seemed to tremble as well...

But Marcus is right, Poisson must be taught a lesson, not only to stand up for his friend, but also to uphold the authority of the pure bloodline!

With Lucien's defeat, the Slytherin half-blood wizards clearly had ulterior motives; even that coward, Derian, dared to refuse their orders.

This is absolutely intolerable!

"Shut up!" Marcus suddenly drew his wand. "I heard footsteps!"

Perikin immediately put aside his distracting thoughts and prepared for battle.

Lucien, hiding behind the curtains, let out a whimper, her body trembling slightly, and she almost dropped her wand.

"A bunch of cowards..." Marcus muttered under his breath, pressing his ear against the wall.

"Professor Snape is inside..." Malfoy's voice drifted down the corridor, the creaking of the wooden door being pushed open sounding particularly jarring in the classroom.

Marcus, hiding by the wall, was on edge. A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead and onto his neck, tickling him, but he dared not wipe it away.

"The moment Persson enters, use a petrification spell; even if he's incredibly powerful, he definitely won't be able to react!"

Marcus made up his mind, his hand gripping his wand slightly raised, his heart leaping into his throat as the door crack widened.

Just a little bit more...

If he succeeds, he will become a pure-blood hero...

This was not only for himself, for the Quidditch team, but also for his family...

He absolutely cannot lose this battle!

As the ear-piercing scraping sound gradually subsided, the wooden door opened completely. Marcus, without hesitation, stepped forward and shouted:

"They'll all be petrified!"

A flash of blue light appeared, and the cursed person swayed a few times before falling to the ground with a thud.

Marcus's heart sank.

Why is it Crabbe?

This is not what we agreed on!

Just as he was wondering, Malfoy, who was prepared, decisively jumped out and shouted, "Tarantella!"

The orange wand grazed Marcus's cheek. As the captain of the Quidditch team, he became extremely vigilant the moment he realized the spell had missed its target.

But why Malfoy?

Looking at Malfoy who had suddenly attacked him, Marcus was completely puzzled: "What do you mean by this? Do you want to become a traitor to the pure-blood family?"

"Flint," Malfoy addressed Marcus by his surname, "you are merely an ordinary pure-blood wizard, unqualified to represent true pure-blood nobles, and even less qualified to boss me around!"

Marcus's face darkened: "Malfoy, what's wrong with you?"

"Crazy? I think you're the crazy one," Persson pushed Malfoy aside and stepped forward with a smile.

With each step he took, Marcus took a step back, until they were completely back inside the classroom.

"Look at you now," Persson said sarcastically, "your arms are trembling, you're sweating profusely, you're clearly terrified, yet you still force yourself to provoke me. What else could you be but a madman?"

"Ha, scared?" Marcus feigned composure. "You really think you're invincible just because you easily defeat a fourth-year loser?"

"Persson, I admit you are strong, stronger than most Slytherins."

"But you're too arrogant. You knew it was a trap, yet you still jumped right in. A guy like that won't last long."

"Let's do it—"

At Marcus's command, Perigin jumped up from under the podium, and Lucien also lifted the curtain in front of him.

Three people, three directions, completely blocked Poisson's space to dodge!

"Are there only three people?"

Persson shook his head in disappointment. Marcus, seeing the undisguised contempt on his face, flushed with anger: "Arrogant brat, you'll pay the price! *collapses*"

Marcus and Perigin moved in perfect unison, two beams of red light shooting straight toward Persson, but Lucien's hands trembled and he muttered a few strange words, unable to cast a single spell.

"Is this your confidence?" Persson simply took a step, easily dodging the two's attacks. "Three... no, two against one, and you think you're worthy to be my opponents?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Seeing that his attack had missed, Marcus panicked a little, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and he had no choice but to fire.

He has already offended Perseson to death today. If he still can't beat him in a three-on-one fight, he will become a laughing stock in Slytherin and never be able to recover!

"Crush him to pieces!" Marcus didn't care about controlling the power or the possible punishment at this moment. He just wanted to knock Poisson to the ground and make him spend the rest of the semester in the school hospital!

"This is starting to get interesting."

Persson brandished his wand, and a semi-transparent suit of armor blocked his way. The Shattering Charm slammed into it, accompanied by a deafening roar, shattering the surrounding desks along with it.

Unfortunately, it still couldn't stir Poisson's clothes.

"Sandstorm! Blazing fire! Teeth like clubs!" Perrykin waved his wand wildly, shooting all sorts of spells at Poison, but apart from stirring up a cloud of dust, he had no effect whatsoever.

As the smoke cleared, when Poisson turned his gaze to Perikin, his cold eyes fell upon him.

"No... I didn't mean to! This has nothing to do with me! Don't hurt me!" Perigin had completely panicked, babbling incoherently as he dropped his wand and ran out of the classroom.

But Poisson simply waved it lazily.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

The guy who even gave up his wand was naturally powerless to resist. The hit Perrykin flew forward, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and finally crashed into the door with a loud "thud!"

Their fate is unknown.

"What an idiot!" Marcus couldn't help but spit as he looked at his teammate who had deliberately sent him to his death.

Now that things have come to this, how could running away possibly work?

"Don't think you've won!" Marcus waved his wand defiantly. "Flocks of birds!"

Countless small birds burst forth from the tip of his staff, swarming towards Posson, but Posson merely frowned slightly.

How could an attack of this magnitude possibly harm him, except perhaps by slightly obstructing his view?

Just as he was wondering, he heard Marcus shout, as if clinging to his last hope, "Lucian, it's all in your hands now!"

"What?"

A figure suddenly swooped out from the flock of birds, its sharp beak leaving deep scratches on his face, but he ignored it and used all his strength to hug Possus.

Marcus's attack was naturally futile. Poisson simply waved his hand casually and sent the seemingly tall Marcus flying to the side in less than a second.

At that very moment, Lucien raised his wand, his face, streaked with tears and snot, contorted in a particularly ferocious expression. The dark magic he was constructing had finally reached its final stage.

"Flesh and blood being torn apart!"