"You're such a madman! Damn boy! I regret working with you. ”

Spencer yelled at Silver with a grim face, "What do you see?"

He stood up excitedly, but now he was stepping on the smooth scales of the fire dragon, and the elf was so unsteady that he almost fell off the dragon's back, but fortunately, Silver quickly grabbed the elf by the collar and rescued him.

"Sit tight, Spencer. "This dragon is not a mount dragon that has been domesticated for many years. ”

"You, why did you do that?" Spencer was half angry.

"What do you mean?" said Silver, with an innocent expression.

"Why did you just let the Golden Legion rush out directly, destroying most of Gringotts, not to mention, and demolishing half of the entire Diagon Alley! Do you want to directly start a war with that demon?"

"With the number of the Golden Legion, it is impossible to leave unnoticed, since they will all be discovered, then simply make a big fuss, anyway, no one can stop an undead army armed to the teeth. Silver brushed Hermione's windswept hair.

"Then why are you destroying Gringotts and destroying so many shops?"

"Isn't this for the sake of the elves?" Silver didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "If Gringotts were intact, I'd see the death of your kindred tomorrow in the Daily Prophet." The Dark Lord won't let them go. As for those shops, wouldn't it be better to destroy them? When the devil is solved, I will buy them at a reasonable price, and I just can't see others suffer. ”

Silver wiped away tears that didn't exist, as if moved by his own great feelings.

"Jack, where are we going?" Hermione lay in Silver's arms, her face flushing as if she had just recovered. ”

"I don't know, this fire dragon is blind, it's just flying around. Anyway, this dragon is raised by goblins. ”

"I don't know. Spencer grimaced.

The blind dragon was still flying at their feet, and they rose higher and higher, London unfolding like a gray-green map below, and Silver had to crouch down on the dragon's neck, clutching the metallic scales, the dragon's wings flapping into the air like the blades of a windmill, and Spencer cursing at him, Silver pretending not to hear anything.

The fire dragon seems to be single-mindedly trying to stay away from the dungeon, and it craves cooler, fresher, and freer air. It continued to rise until it flew among the light clouds of coldness. Silver could no longer make out the colourful dots of cars entering and leaving the capital. They flew and flew, flying over patches of green and brown countryside, the winding roads and rivers on the ground like dull or smooth ribbons.

"Guess what it's looking for?" said Hermione, "and it's been flying north. ”

"I don't know. Silver said that his hands were numb from the cold, and he secretly regretted not wearing his dragon skin gloves.

The sun slipped down a little more, and the sky turned indigo. The dragon was still flying, its great shadow sweeping across the ground like a large dark cloud, cities and market towns far below them. Because he has been desperately clinging to the dragon's back. Silver felt pain all over his body.

"Well, the damn blind man is finally descending. Spencer shouted.

Silver looked down to see the deep green mountains and lakes, glowing with copper in the setting sun. He squinted down the side of the dragon, and the ground seemed to grow larger. And more detail is revealed. He suspected that the dragon had sensed the presence of the lake due to the reflection of the sun.

The dragon flew lower and lower, circling in a large circle and descending, seemingly aimed at a smaller lake.

"Listen, we'll jump when it flies a little lower!" Silver beckoned to the two companions. "Jump right into the water!"

"I can't swim!" Mr. Spencer said.

"Then you can stay on the dragon's back, and maybe you can serve it as a dessert after it drinks!" Silver hugged Hermione, and now he could see the dragon's broad yellow belly swaying in the water.

"Working with you is the biggest mistake of my life!" Spencer scolded.

"Jump!" Silver didn't want to talk nonsense to the old goblin.

He slid down the dragon's side with Hermione. Fall vertically towards the surface of the lake with your feet down. He and Hermione swam to the surface of the lake, and floated, gasping for air, and Spencer came to the surface - apparently the elf could swim. The dragon didn't seem to notice anything, it was already fifty feet away, swooping down to the surface of the lake and drinking from its scarred mouth and nose. The dragon then flew, flapping its wings violently, and finally came to rest on the shore of the lake in the distance.

Silver swam vigorously to the shore of the lake. The lake didn't seem to be deep, and it quickly turned from swimming to struggling through reeds and silt. Finally they sat down on the slippery grass, panting and soaking wet, exhausted.

Hermione collapsed, coughing, shivering. Spencer, on the other hand, cursed something in a state of exhaustion. Silver drew his wand and dried himself and the other two.

"You've lost the Golden Army. The first thing Spencer did when he recovered was to settle accounts with Silver. "You bastard boy!"

"Are you a kid's toy in need of command as the Golden Legion?" said Silver mockingly, "I've sent them to the northern hills on their own, where they will hide, waiting for my call." ”

"So how do you activate and command them? Spencer had obviously been holding back this for a long time, and he really couldn't understand why a wizard could command the Golden Legion, "Do you have the lost crown of the elves in your arms?"

"Of course not, I have my own way. Silver said, "Don't come with me, you goblins just don't see anyone else's good." ”

"Whew!"

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I need an explanation. ”

"Why did Silver and his allies show up at Gringotts half an hour ago, and destroy most of the shops in Gringotts and Diagon Alley with a group of magic golems, and then run away?"

"Can I assume that your so-called security measures are no different from waste paper?"

A young man sat in the seat that belonged to the Minister of Magic, and looked coldly at the row of wizards standing in front of him.

"There is no next time, gentlemen, I have always had little patience with the incompetent, and the next thing is war, and the waste that drags its feet has no value. (To be continued......)