The dagger thrown was extremely sharp, forged from an unknown metal, it could easily penetrate Elwyn's magic and the protection of the dragon's skin, and cut the dragon.
Due to the pain, the dragon let out a shrill roar.
The fairies shook the bells, making them jingle, which made the dragon even more irritable.
It hovered in the air, not daring to get too close to the tunnel.
Elwyn frowned, this can't go on. He waved his wand once again, casting a strengthening incantation on the dragon's skin.
Unexpectedly, this non-damaging spell took effect very quickly.
The dragon's skin can resist the majority of magic spells, but buff magic obviously isn't one of them. Seeing that, Elwyn began to cast various buff magic on the dragon. Strengthening incantation, sharpness incantation, amplification incantation, gravity incantation, strength incantation, barbaric incantation, bloodthirsty incantation …
Under the support of Elwyn's various buff magic, the dragon seemed to have taken a tonic, becoming especially vigorous.
Its body was a size larger than before, its rough skin became more solid, its claws also more sturdy.
The temperature of the flames it sprayed suddenly increased, the spray length could reach up to a hundred feet, and the flames burned longer.
The dragon's eyes were bloodshot, it breathed and once again spat out flames.
The flames exploded, burning down the entire tunnel.
In order to avoid the flames, the fairies and the guards fled in all directions. Resisting the rain of swords that were hurled at them, the dragon used its claws to tear a path in its path. Its powerful draconic tail swung in all directions, smashing the huge rocks and stalactites behind it into pieces.
The sprites who were already short in stature scattered like ants under the feet of this terrifying human beast.
Countless rocks fell, the clanking sounds of the sprites seemed to have been muffled, they could no longer block the dragon's path.
After passing through the checkpoint, the sprites previously cleared the tunnel, but now it made it easier for this terrifying monster to pass through. Under the barbaric and terrifying power of Elwyn, Harry, Hermione and Elaine's spells, they rushed out of the tunnel.
The dragon flew higher and higher, breaking through the rocks, entering the marble hall of Gringotts in an unprecedented manner.
In the hall, the sprites and wizards who were doing business all stared dumbfoundedly at the dragon that suddenly rushed out from the depths of the ground. Some screamed, some turned to flee, some fainted, their expressions were as if the end of the world had arrived.
The wizards and sprites trembled, begged and ran for cover.
The entire Gringotts was collapsing, the enormous dragon spread its wings, once again spitting out flames. It seemed like it wanted to kill all humans and pixies as far as its eyes could see. It wanted revenge, this was revenge for the hatred it had for being imprisoned in that tiny underground space for its entire life.
Elwyn stopped it, the dragon spread its wings and extended its horned head towards the cool air.
Then, it brought Elwyn, Harry, Hermione and Elaine who were still stuck to its back and rushed out of Gringotts into the sky.
Diagon Alley below them became smaller and smaller, the dark and dangerous underground time and the magma that melted everything seemed like a long time ago. They flew higher and higher in the sky, London spread out below them, looking like a grey and green dual coloured map.
Elwyn panted, trying his best to suppress the joy of escaping from a hopeless situation.
The magic lost its effect, the dragon's body gradually shrunk. It seemed to be tired, but the joy of escaping still supported it to fly forward, heading towards the direction Elwyn was controlling.
Elwyn sat on the dragon's broad back, curled up low under the beast's neck, sticking close to its metallic skin.
The cool breeze soothed his skin, which had just been burned and blistered by the underground magma, and the dragon's wings flapped in the air like a pair of windmill blades. Behind him, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine were also shouting with excitement.
After flying forward for about five minutes, Elwyn looked down, looking for a suitable place to land.
They wanted to return to number 12 Grimmauld Square to study the gold cup and title deed. The dragon continued to fly, it was best to let the Death Eaters think they were still sitting on the dragon's back, leading them to chase further and further.
The commotion at Gringotts was bigger than expected, Elwyn originally planned to sneak in quietly, get the things and leave quietly, but he did not expect to cause such a scene. He was also not sure when Lord Voldemort would find out that they had invaded the Lestrange family's treasury? How long would it take for the Gringotts pixies to find Bellatrix under the ruins of the treasury?
Also, how long would it take for them to find out what Elwyn and the rest stole?
As long as Bellatrix wakes up, she would quickly find out that Elwyn and the rest took the gold cup.
Finally, Lord Voldemort would know that they were looking for Soul Armaments.
Then he would quickly find out that other than the statue of the Diablo, all the Soul Armaments he had made were destroyed.
Lord Voldemort would definitely fly into a rage, but after becoming a Diablo, what use would he have for Soul Armaments?
As Elwyn thought so, he let the dragon rise a little higher, using the wisps of cold clouds to conceal the dragon's figure, so that the Muggle in the tall buildings wouldn't be able to see them.
Behind Elwyn, Harry's excitement had also gradually subsided.
He looked around, faintly feeling the stinging pain from his scar.
In a trance, he seemed to have seen a new illusion. It was a dark room, a room that was leaking and mouldy.
He stood in the middle of the room, gently raising his wand, surrounded by complete darkness.
"You don't know anything?" He said with a callous voice, "But even trash has its uses ….."
In the darkness in front of him, a curled up figure was trembling, as though it had just been tortured by Lord Voldemort.
Who is this?
Harry widened his eyes, trying to see the person in front of him clearly. This person's figure was very familiar to him. Fear pressed down on him in the darkness, and Harry felt more and more worried. He had a feeling of unease. The worst thing that he had hoped for the most had happened.
Just as he passed through the thick darkness and saw the figure in front of Lord Voldemort clearly, a flurry of footsteps came from afar.
Lord Voldemort quickly turned around, and after a violent shake, Harry opened his eyes again.
He found himself lying on the grass, the cool night breeze blowing gently, and the sound of insects buzzing in his ears.
The dragon was nowhere to be seen, and Elwyn, Hermione, and Elaine were surrounding him with a look of concern.
"Does he know?" Elwyn asked.
"Not yet, but should be soon. I heard footsteps, maybe someone told him about this," Harry said, panting.
"Then what was he doing before? Just when you entered his head ….. "
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