The throwing dagger was extremely sharp, and I don't know what kind of metal it was made of, but it could easily cut through Aven's magic and the protection of the dragon's skin.

The dragon roared in pain.

The elves shook their bells and jingled, making the dragons even more irritable.

It hovered in the air, not daring to get too close to the corridor.

Aven frowned, this was not going to work, and he swung his wand again and cast a solid spell on the dragon's skin.

Surprisingly, this non-harmless magic worked quickly.

Dragon's skin is resistant to most spells, but obviously buff magic isn't part of it. Seeing this, Evan turned to using various buff spells on the dragon, such as the Solidity Charm, the Sharpness Charm, the Enlargement Charm, the Gravity Charm, the Strength Enhancement Charm, the Savage Charm, and the Bloodlust Charm......

With the blessing of Aven's various buff magic, the dragon seemed to have taken a tonic, and became extraordinarily violent.

It was a little larger than it had been, its rough skin stronger, and its claws stronger.

The temperature of the ejected flame increases dramatically, the length of the spray can reach hundreds of feet, and the flame burns longer.

The dragon's eyes were red, and it breathed and spewed flames again.

The flames exploded and burned the entire tunnel.

Fleeing the flames, the elves and guards fled in all directions, and in the rain of swords that tore through the way, the dragon tore its way with its claws, its cone-shaped tail full of great power swinging around, shattering the massive rocks and stalactites behind it.

The goblins, who were already short in stature, fled like ants at the feet of this terrifying human beast.

Countless rubbles fell, and the clanging of the goblins seemed to be muffled, and they could no longer stop the dragon's path.

After clearing the level, the elves had cleared the tunnel, but now they had made it easier for the terrifying monster to pass through, and with the brutal and terrifying power and the multiple powers of Aven, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine's spells, they broke out of the tunnel.

The dragon flew higher and higher, breaking through the rocks and entering the Gringotts marble hall with unprecedented strength.

The halls, the goblins and wizards who were doing business all stared at the dragons that suddenly rushed out of the depths of the earth, some screaming, some turning and fleeing, and some fainting, as if the end of the world had come early.

Wizards and elves trembled, pleading, and ran for cover.

The whole Gringotts were collapsing, and the dragon stretched its wings, once again spewing flames, as if it wanted to kill everyone and elves in its sight, and it wanted revenge, the revenge of the hatred it had been imprisoned in the small space deep underground for its entire life.

Evan stopped it, and the dragon spread its wings, its horned head reaching out for the cool breath of the exit.

Then, it broke through Gringotts and soared into the sky with Aven, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine, who were still clinging to their backs.

Diagon Alley beneath them grew smaller and smaller, the dark and dangerous underground time and the melting magma seemed to have been a long time ago, and they flew higher and higher in the air, and London spread out beneath them, looking like a gray-green two-color map.

Evan gasped, trying to suppress the joy of escaping from a desperate situation.

The magic wore no effect, and the dragon grew smaller, and it seemed a little tired, but the joy of escaping was still supporting it to fly forward and move quickly in the direction that Evan controlled.

Evan sat on the dragon's broad back, curled low under the monster's neck, clinging to the metallic skin.

The cool breeze soothed his blistered skin from the underground magma, and the dragon's wings flapping in the air were like the blades of a pair of windmills, and behind him, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine were shouting in excitement.

After flying forward like this for about five minutes, Evan looked down for a suitable landing spot.

They were to return to 12 Grimmauld Place to study the newly acquired gold cup and title deeds, while the dragon continued to fly, preferably to mislead the tracking Death Eaters into thinking they were still on the dragon's back.

The situation in Gringotts just now was bigger than expected, and Evan had planned to sneak in quietly, get the things and leave quietly, but he didn't want to make such a big scene, and he didn't know when Voldemort would know that they had invaded the Lestrange family's vault? How long would it take for the goblins of Gringotts to find Bellatrix under the ruins of the vault?

Also, how long will it take for them to find out what Evan has stolen?

As soon as Bellatrix wakes up, it should be clear that Evan and they took the gold cup.

Eventually, Voldemort would know that they were looking for Horcruxes.

Then he will soon find out that all the Horcruxes he has made, except for the Evil God Statue, have been destroyed.

Voldemort would have been furious, but what good would he have needed a Horcrux after becoming an evil god?

With this in mind, Evan raised the dragon a little higher, obscuring it with the cold clouds so that the Muggles in the tall buildings could not see them.

Behind Aven, the excitement in Harry's body faded away.

He looked around, and felt a faint scar stinging.

In a trance, he seemed to see a new vision, it was a dim room, a leaky and moldy room.

He stood in the middle of the room, gently holding his wand, surrounded by utter darkness.

"Don't you know anything?" he said in a cold voice, "but even waste has its use......

In the darkness in front of him, a huddled figure trembled, as if it had just been tortured by Voldemort.

Who's this?

Harry's eyes widened to see the person on the other side, the figure of this man was very familiar to him, fear pressed in the darkness, Harry felt more and more worried, he had a sense of uneasiness, the worst thing he expected had happened.

Just as he cut through the thick darkness and saw the figure opposite Voldemort, there was a rush of footsteps from a distance.

Voldemort quickly turned, and with a violent shaking, Harry opened his eyes again.

He found himself lying on the grass, the cool night breeze blowing, and the sound of insects chirping in his ears.

The dragon was gone, and Aven, Hermione, and Elaine were surrounding him with a look of concern.

"Does he know?" asked Aven.

"Not yet, but it should be soon, I heard footsteps, and I could have been informed of this. Harry gasped.

"So what was he doing before? Just when you got into his head......"

Harry looked at Evan in a daze, as if he thought his question was particularly terrifying.