Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 29 Development and Strengthening

Several giant eight-eyed spiders coiled the still-living Tepo warthog into a cocoon, while the largest one raised its head and defiantly raised its thick chelicerae towards Poisson.

Poisson did not act rashly.

On the one hand, he was still holding prey in his claws and couldn't free his hands to deal with these guys.

On the other hand, his purpose in this trip was merely to investigate, and he was not prepared to engage in conflict with any forces.

A few giant eight-eyed spiders were nothing to Poisson.

But these eight-eyed giant spiders represent a huge swarm of spiders, numbering in the hundreds or even thousands!

"According to Bangchui, these eight-eyed giant spiders are expanding almost every year."

"I didn't expect them to have expanded to the vicinity of our territory, and even begun to alter the environment..."

The flightless eight-eyed giant spider was nothing short of a sitting duck for Poisson.

Even if it were a thousand steamed buns, it would take him a month to eat them, let alone a thousand giant spiders that could run and jump.

"These eight-eyed giant spiders are currently the greatest threat to the Emerald Territory. We cannot allow them to spread their webs here; we must send giants to guard this area!"

Poisson couldn't think of a good way to deal with the eight-eyed giant spider for the time being.

There are so many of them that even if we use Dragon's Breath bombs to burn them, the production of Dragon's Breath bombs cannot keep up with their growth.

"We need to find a way to increase the production of Dragon's Breath missiles..."

Persson pondered that even if the Weasley brothers rubbed it by hand for a lifetime, they still wouldn't be able to produce enough to meet his needs.

Fortunately, the Dragon's Breath Bullet is not a high-end alchemical product; its biggest advantage lies in its mass production.

Given enough materials, even a bunch of illiterate goblins can manage to put something together.

"It's going to cost money again..."

Persson looked pained. Apart from the Galleons he had initially taken from researcher Audrey, and the generous donations from the dark wizards, Persson now had no income and his expenses were increasing.

"Forget it, on the bright side, a level 5X eight-eyed giant spider must contain more magic power, which will help me grow stronger."

"Furthermore, I've heard that the venom of the Octopus Spider is a high-value magical material, with a market price as high as 100 Galleons per pint!"

Persson consoled himself with a bittersweet thought: since he couldn't kill them all anyway, he might as well treat it as a dungeon to grind, hoping that Hagrid wouldn't mind too much.

Persson clearly remembered that these extremely dangerous, cannibalistic giant spiders were Hagrid's precious little darlings. If it weren't for Hagrid's support, they wouldn't have expanded so rapidly.

"Once we get back, we must train all the giants. Otherwise, with the strength of these idiots, sending them over will only make them food for the eight-eyed giant spiders."

"In addition, I cannot neglect my personal training. Only by mastering the breath control ability as soon as possible can I be more at ease when facing groups of monsters."

"And then there's magic. Since we can use magic in human form, there's no reason why we shouldn't be able to use it in our original form. It's time to explore how to use magic in dragon form..."

As Poisson's mind raced through a series of ideas, his plans for the future became increasingly clear.

No matter what.

He has already taken the first step towards his ambition of dominance.

One day, the entire Forbidden Forest will grovel at his feet!

……

The next few days.

Poisson would often go to Gryffindor to discuss the feasibility of mass-producing dragon's breath bullets with the Weasley brothers.

At night, he would sneak out of the castle to train the trolls' fighting abilities.

The method for practicing Poisson is very simple.

disobedient?

Tie him to a tree and whip him!

Can't understand?

Hang him up and whip him!

Every night, in a corner of the forbidden forest, several enormous and strange figures can be seen hanging upside down on the cliff edge, constantly reciting: "ABCD..."

Whoever is slow to carry it will be lashed out by a thick dragon tail until it is completely whipped off the cliff.

The scene is bizarre, yet inexplicably absurd.

Poisson was quite satisfied with the training method he had created.

Anyway, trolls are thick-skinned and tough, so they won't die no matter how many times they fall.

For some reason, some of the giants seemed to become even dumber after they fell.

What happened to the rule that two negatives make a positive?

"Unfortunately, there has been little progress in the use of magic..." Persson sighed slightly.

Wizard magic is clearly designed for wizards.

Whether casting spells silently or without a staff, there is one fundamental principle—

That's a gesture!

The magic is now complete; it needs an outlet, a direction.

Poison tried casting a spell using the dragon's claws, and it was barely feasible.

However, during flight, any movement can disrupt the body's stability.

Upon landing back on the ground, he had to stand up and cast the spell while walking upright.

Imagine a ten-foot-long dragon whose first action in battle is not to tear its enemy apart with its sharp claws or to spew deadly breath, but to stand up and barely support its body with its hind legs, which are less than one-tenth of its total length, just to cast a levitation spell.

This is utterly disgraceful to the dragon...

For Poisson, the ideal situation is to release the spell through his mouth, like exhaling a breath.

And that's what we want to achieve.

Putting aside other things, he needs to work on his neck.

"So, you're constantly twisting your neck to exercise?"

In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy, watching Persson twisting his neck incessantly, was filled with skepticism upon receiving the answer, yet also felt an urge to try it himself.

As Persson's roommate, Malfoy was one of the few who dared to say a few words to Persson, and also one of the few who knew that Persson never came home from his room at night.

As for what Poisson did every night?

I dare not ask, I dare not ask at all.

Malfoy, overwhelmed by the bloodline difference, could only guess that Persson might be practicing his family's secret techniques every night, which was the reason for his immense power.

Malfoy had the desire but not the courage, after all, Persson seemed like the kind of person who would kill to silence witnesses.

He could only try his best to get along with Persson, hoping to piece together the secret to becoming stronger from those few words.

And look, we've already reaped the rewards!

Malfoy imitated Persson, shaking his head vigorously, feeling lightheaded, with several double images flashing before his eyes.

Could this be the legendary flow state?!

Feeling the energy around him converging towards him, Malfoy shook even more vigorously.

Poisson silently stopped what he was doing, becoming increasingly certain that he was doing something foolish.

"Let's see what class is next."

Avoiding the inexplicably erratic Malfoy, Persson arrived at the notice board in the center of the lounge, where a large group of people were gathered, sighing and lamenting. Persson simply coughed, and the people in front of him retreated like a tide, not daring to obstruct him in the slightest.

"Flying lessons, with Gryffindor?"

Persson raised an eyebrow slightly; it was only at times like this that he felt like a student.