Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 49 Isabel

Four-legged people?

Centaur!

Realizing what Beanie was talking about, Persson immediately perked up, ordered a giant to send the Weasley brothers back, and then followed Beanie to the other side of the territory.

If one wants to unify the Forbidden Forest, the centaur tribe is an unavoidable obstacle.

However, these timid steeds are usually elusive and extremely vigilant, and they will deliberately avoid the territory of Emerald Territory, so even if Posson wanted to make contact with them, he would not have the opportunity.

Why would a centaur suddenly appear here? Lost? Or on a scouting mission?

"As a scout, he's far too incompetent to have been captured by a giant and a goblin, both of which are much slower than him."

"But no matter how you look at it, this seems like an opportunity to corrupt the centaur tribe from within..."

Persson was filled with thoughts. Although the centaurs demanded to be classified as "beasts," the magical world generally regarded them as "humans." Dealing with the centaur tribe could not be done like dealing with giant monsters or eight-eyed spiders, where they could simply be killed.

However, Poisson could not tolerate an unruly tribe appearing in his forest and claiming to be the masters of the Forbidden Forest!

"It would be best to bring the centaurs under our control... If this really is a scout, it foreshadows an impending war, so it's reasonable for me, as a victim, to retaliate, right? And retaliating in their homeland wouldn't be wrong, would it?"

Posson had an idea.

When dealing with the centaurs, we should talk if possible.

But if they still can't reach an agreement, he can rely on the simplest and most brutal method to ensure that the centaur tribe obeys!

……

Emerald Collar, North Side.

A cool morning breeze gently caressed the bushes, creating a pleasant rustling sound.

But when it landed in Isabel's nose, all she could smell was the stench of a troll that hadn't bathed in decades, a nauseating odor.

Ruined……

Isabel closed her eyes in despair.

She had only come to gather intelligence and search for the legendary Green Dragon, but the moment she stepped into Emerald Territory, she realized that this land was different from the one she had known before.

The once lush forest was completely cut down and replaced with simple yet sturdy little houses. Towering wooden fences surrounded the territory, forming an impregnable city wall.

Based on her knowledge of her neighbors over the decades, Isabel was certain that this was something no group of stupid giants and goblins could have accomplished!

But the evidence was right in front of her. Isabel saw with her own eyes several giants driving wooden stakes into the ground under the command of the goblins, and the goblins were holding something that looked like a blueprint.

This scene captivated Isabelle...

Originally, thanks to the centaurs' superior speed and eyesight, Ferenze had deliberately warned all the centaurs to be wary of the goblins, and Isabel shouldn't have been caught.

But she couldn't control her curiosity and couldn't help but move forward a little, and then a little more.

When she finally realized what was happening, a giant was blinking its small eyes and staring at her, while several goblins had set up tripwires around her. Isabel tripped and fell after only two steps.

"I must be the centaur who died the most humiliating death, right?"

Sobbing came from Isabel's mouth. She was just a sixteen-year-old centaur, unable to face death calmly, and even less able to accept her own foolishness.

"Your Majesty, you've arrived!"

A shrill voice suddenly came from the woods. Isabel shuddered. She recognized the voice; it was the same guy who had led the trolls and goblins to capture her, and the same guy who had stopped the trolls from killing her with a single blow, saying that she should be handed over to the great king.

The Great King?

As for the owner of this territory, that terrifying green dragon, Isabel had only heard descriptions of it from Ferenze.

Cunning, brutal, and utterly ungrateful to the enemy...

When a dragon gains intelligence, it will become the most terrifying and desperate natural disaster in the world!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Heavy footsteps echoed through the forest, causing the trees to creak under the weight. Isabel's body trembled violently, and her eyes closed even tighter.

Although she had never seen a real dragon, the older generation always told her that if she encountered a fire dragon, she must run away immediately and pray that it had already filled its belly.

Otherwise, these savage and ruthless monsters will tear apart everything in their sight!

Boom!

With another loud crash, as if finding the tree in its way, the dragon simply trampled it down, and the thick trunk snapped almost instantly!

With the resolve to die knowing why, Isabel secretly opened her eyes a crack, wanting to see just how terrifying the legendary green dragon really was.

But she saw no shimmering scales, only the monstrous, filthy animal hide wrapped around its crotch.

Isabel looked up and saw a giant fourteen feet tall standing in front of her, several heads taller than the giants around it, clearly its leader.

But no matter how you look at it, this guy has nothing to do with the so-called green dragon, right?

Just as they were wondering, another head popped out from the troll's body. A human child was so bold as to ride on the troll's back. Judging from its clothes, it should be a Hogwarts student.

Isabel was becoming increasingly confused.

Where's the promised green dragon?

Where did this cub come from?

Did I come to the wrong place?

Just as she was doubting herself, she saw the boy leap lightly and easily jump down from the giant monster several meters high, making a crisp sound on the withered leaves.

The giant monsters around them lay prostrate on the ground like collapsing mountains, seemingly afraid to be taller than the boy.

"State your name, outsider."

The boy's voice rang in Isabel's ears.

……

"Brownish-brown...female...don't recognize her, but she doesn't look very old."

While Isabel was shocked to discover that the ruler of the trolls was actually a human child, Persson was also observing her.

It must be said that centaurs are indeed outstanding in appearance and have excellent figures. Whether it was the blond centaur they met before or the girl in front of them, they are all stunning by human standards.

The girl looked very young. Although her oval face had the heroic spirit and wildness unique to centaurs, her reddish-brown eyes revealed a touch of childishness, the innocence of someone who had not yet been hardened by society.

Like most centaurs, the girl's clothing was very simple, with a layer of animal skin wrapped around the towering mountains in front of her, barely covering them, with a little bit of flesh sticking out from the gaps.

Unfortunately, whether in human or dragon form, Poisson is still just a child who hasn't grown up and has no interest in these things.

What he truly cared about was the girl's purpose!

"I...I am Isabel," the centaur stammered, her chest heaving with rapid breathing. "Please...are you the owner of this land?"

"Of course, you can call me Poisson."

"I see," Isabel breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves instantly relaxing. "So you were just kidding me, senior. I thought there really was a dragon here, and I almost thought I was going to die..."

"Uh... actually, I am that dragon."