Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

the next day.

As dawn broke, the diligent Master Bo got up early, ready to go to the territory to see if that unlucky fellow had found the way.

As soon as he stepped out, Hermione, who had been waiting for him, caught him red-handed.

"Stop it, Poisson, there are professors everywhere outside... Hey, wait! Put me down!"

Two figures appeared, one on the left and one on the right. The Weasley brothers lifted Hermione's arm and tossed the civilians who had disturbed the royal procession aside.

"Persson, are we ready to set off?"

"Should we sneak out of school? I have connections!"

Fred couldn't wait to squeeze next to Persson and urge him to hurry up and act, while George was responsible for stopping the persistent Hermione, keeping her five meters away and forcing the girl to leave unwillingly.

The troll incident last night did not dampen the Weasley brothers' excitement. They were also unsure of the final outcome, since apart from Persson and Harry, the other attacked individuals had been sent to the school hospital and had not yet returned.

In the eyes of Gryffindor, it was perfectly normal for a few people to go missing every night. No one would associate them with trolls; they would only pray that the professors wouldn't catch them.

Even the most unruly Weasley brothers wouldn't think there was any danger at school; instead, they were surprised that Percy had suddenly become sensible.

It is precisely under the influence of this ingrained way of thinking that they cannot guess what they are about to face...

"My employees are located at the school."

Seeing that the two researchers were already in place, Poisson decided not to make another trip and simply brought them along.

"Come with me," Persson said, taking the first step and gesturing for the other two to follow. "Remember where you demonstrated the Dragon's Breath last time? It's not far from there."

"The Forbidden Forest?" Fred raised an eyebrow and rubbed his hands together. "Looks like a big surprise! I'm getting more and more curious."

"Of course, I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised..." Persson smiled slightly.

……

Following the old route, perhaps due to the trolls' intrusion, Hagrid's patrol area was wider than ever before, forcing Fred to throw out a small mouse to attract the attention of his hound, Tooth.

As the squeaking of mice echoed through the grass, Toothy barked wildly, leading Hagrid further and further away.

"We invented it!"

Seeing Persson curiously examining the mouse, Fred and George proudly puffed out their chests and introduced, "This lifelike mouse makes realistic squeaks and bites your toes—it's the perfect way to scare your roommates!"

Poisson took a small, lifelike toy mouse. The mouse thrashed its head wildly in his hand, trying to bite his fingers—it was just like a real mouse!

If you strapped an explosive device to it, or installed a camera on it, it would definitely become a deadly weapon on the battlefield...

As someone who has traveled from the drone era, Poisson knows very well how much damage these seemingly ordinary little guys can cause.

Although the Weasley brothers' simulated rats were crude, they were capable of long-distance movement and autonomous target acquisition. In addition, their appearance was exactly the same as that of a rat, so ordinary people could not tell them apart.

Weapons that take Muggles decades to develop are pranks that wizards can make as children, which makes Persson increasingly aware of the gap between the two sides.

However, wizards, despite their immense power, lack advanced thinking. They are like a group of children using a Barrett gun as a clothes rack, unable to unleash their full potential.

What a waste!

Looking at the Weasley brothers, whose faces were practically begging for praise, Persson became even more certain that he had to keep the two brothers by his side and ruthlessly exploit their potential.

What does the Weasleys Wizarding Arts Studio mean?

The Weasleys, the magical arms dealers, are truly exciting!

"A very interesting little gadget," Persson said, nodding approvingly as he gripped the mouse by the neck. "I believe it will become a nightmare for countless people."

"I think so too!" Fred clapped his hands lightly, clearly unaware that their nightmares were not the same thing.

Persson returned the mouse to Fred and continued on his way. The three of them traversed the dense forest, exhausting the Weasley brothers.

"Not...not yet?"

As the surrounding trees grew thicker, the path became increasingly difficult to traverse, and the sunlight was blocked by layers of leaves, only managing to cast a few dappled patches.

But neither Fred nor George dared to walk towards the spots.

Because there was only a pile of tree stumps there, the thick trunks had been broken in half by some unknown force, and small mushrooms sprouted up on the ground, looking like countless eyes staring at them.

"Po...Posson, are you sure you're not lost?"

At this moment, even Fred and George, the bravest Gryffindors, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

These trees were clearly not broken naturally. Several huge footprints could be vaguely seen next to the tree stumps. A few drops of rain fell into the footprints, making a soft, bell-like sound. Small puddles had gathered inside.

Fred and George had never ventured so deep into the Forbidden Forest. No matter how mischievous they were, they had only ever outwitted Hagrid on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. This was the first time they had realized that the forest was actually terrifyingly large.

Persson didn't feel anything special. Coming to the Forbidden Forest was no different from going home for him. It was just that he usually flew around, but today, running on his own two legs, he suddenly realized that his territory was actually quite far from the school.

"In the future, we'll have to send a few giants to pick up and drop off the Weasley brothers..." Persson thought to himself. Although he wanted to keep the Weasley brothers locked up in his territory until he could squeeze the last drop of value out of them, Dumbledore would definitely not agree to that.

Moreover, good compensation can also motivate employees to take initiative and make them willing to maximize their own value...

Lost in thought, Person continued walking, leading the anxious Weasley brothers onto the path the trolls often took, making them so frightened that they couldn't help but whisper.

"Persson, are you playing a prank? I admit, you scared me. Let's go back quickly!"

"Yes, yes! Breaking school rules is wrong; we shouldn't let the professor down!"

Poisson was quite surprised to hear that the Weasley brothers had actually brought up the school rules.

"Did I hear that right? The Weasley brothers are actually upholding the school rules! Tell me honestly, are you guys Polyjuice Potion in disguise?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across George's face: "Well, Percy's started going out at night now, and someone in the Weasley family has to play the good boy for Mommy, so Fred and I decided to sacrifice ourselves..."

"That's right, this is the Weasley family's destined fate!" Fred said solemnly, as if he himself had come to believe it.

"Alright," Persson chuckled and shook his head, looking at the two clowns. "Don't worry, we won't encounter any danger, because we've arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, Posson swept aside the overgrown bushes, and the view suddenly opened up before everyone.

Surrounded by valleys, a small plain came into view of the Weasley brothers. Countless thick wooden fences were neatly and firmly planted in the ground, and behind them, several giant stone houses stood tall, like bamboo shoots sprouting after a spring rain, giving people a wild beauty that was both rugged and full of vitality!

The scene was beautiful and breathtaking.

But what's even more shocking is—

"Where did these giants come from?!"