Raging fury churned in Voldemort's heart.
The current state of the wizarding world was simply unbearable to him.
"Filthy, disgusting, utterly reeking!"
"When I regain my body, I will cleanse, I will cleanse the entire wizarding world!"
"I will make the wizarding world great again!"
Immediately, Voldemort stared at the Goblins surrounding him.
"Originally, I wanted to preserve more strength, but seeing you lowly creatures, I truly cannot stand it."
"Inferior beings like Goblins, parasites sucking the life out of the wizarding world, maggots playing with gold coins, if I were in charge of the wizarding world, I would have long since swept you all away, turning you all into House-elves!"
The next moment, as if venting the anger in his heart, surging flames erupted from the tip of Voldemort's wand, transforming into a tide of snakes that swept in all directions – it was Fiendfyre!
As the Fiendfyre spread, streaks of green light shot out, reaping the lives of the Goblins like the Grim Reaper.
Until a high-pitched dragon roar exploded in the underground vault, and scorching flames swept towards Voldemort.
Voldemort also let out an angry cold snort, his wand slicing through the dragon's breath, tearing apart the dragon's scales along with it.
In an instant, dragon blood splattered, and the dragon's wails echoed!
...
Inside Gringotts, a flying insect flew into the underground vault passage opened by the Goblins, then transformed into Charle.
Charle's eyes showed a look of emotion.
Normally, even with his Animagus Transformation being superb, breaking into the Gringotts underground vault would not have been so easy.
But now, with Voldemort clearing the way ahead, it was practically a clear path!
After entering the underground vault, Charle could already feel the strong magical aura coming from ahead, and the ground occasionally trembled.
A moment later, everything returned to silence.
Charle cautiously followed the passage and soon saw the scene of the battle that had erupted in the underground vault.
On the battlefield, Goblin corpses lay everywhere, and the few survivors were in a deep coma, their faces showing extreme terror, as if they had faced some extremely terrifying existence.
As for the figures of Quirrell and Voldemort, they were no longer here, presumably having gone deeper into the underground vault to search for the Philosopher's Stone.
At this moment, Charle's gaze shifted, and he saw a massive figure lying on the ground.
This was the guardian of the Gringotts underground vault – the Ukrainian Ironbelly.
But at this moment, its appearance was truly exceptionally miserable.
A huge wound tore through its scales and flesh, and dragon blood continuously flowed from it.
Even for a dragon, this was an extremely serious injury, rendering it incapable of fighting.
Of course, even if it could still fight, after witnessing Voldemort's power, this dragon would likely not drag its heavily injured body up to fight to the death for the Goblins.
Feeling the fatigue surging through its body from the massive blood loss, the Ukrainian Ironbelly closed its eyes.
With the dragon's strong physique, such a wound was not fatal to it, but it would definitely require a long period of sleep to heal.
But at this moment, it felt a rustling sound, as if something small was approaching it.
Instantly, its orange vertical pupils widened again, glaring angrily at the offender who dared to disturb it.
The one who entered the Ukrainian Ironbelly's alert range was naturally Charle.
The Ukrainian Ironbelly slowly raised its snake-like neck, a fierce glint appearing in its eyes, as if it would tear Charle apart the next moment, or incinerate him into ash with its scorching dragon flame again.
Charle looked at the Ukrainian Ironbelly, estimating in his mind.
With Voldemort breaking the dragon's defense, it shouldn't be difficult to kill the dragon by following the wound Voldemort left behind.
But looking at this dragon.
The dragon scales all over its body, the constantly regenerating dragon blood, and even the dead skin on its dragon claws...
Those were all magical ingredients, excellent sources of deduction points.
Kill it? Too much of a waste!
If he could establish a good relationship, occasionally let it bleed a little, and rub off some foot skin, wouldn't the deduction points just pour in?
Immediately, Charle, with a sincere expression, pointed at the wound on the Ukrainian Ironbelly's body and said.
"Mr. Dragon, you're injured, it must be very painful, I can help you stop the bleeding."
The dragon seemed to understand Charle's words, perhaps also because Charle looked like a child, its guard was not so heavy.
And the continuous blood loss indeed made it very tired and weak.
The fierce glint in its eyes gradually dissipated, and it watched Charle, as if tacitly agreeing to Charle's offer to treat it.
Charle's face showed joy, and he waved his wand.
Immediately, a huge funnel was placed on the Ukrainian Ironbelly's wound.
Below the funnel, Charle had also conjured a large glass bottle, and dragon blood was continuously flowing into it through the funnel.
The dragon's body stiffened, and a human-like confusion appeared in its eyes.
???
Is this really stopping the bleeding?
Who uses a funnel to stop bleeding?
Charle said very sincerely.
"Mr. Dragon, I know you're skeptical, but please think carefully. Before, you had such a large wound bleeding, and now the funnel is attached to the wound, and the bleeding area is only a small funnel opening."
"Just tell me, has the bleeding area become smaller?"
The dragon froze there, its eyeballs rolling, as if using its intelligence to think.
Yes, the bleeding area seems to have become smaller, and it feels like it makes sense.
At this time, Charle continued.
"And I'm collecting dragon blood for you, Mr. Dragon."
"If I don't collect the blood, won't it just flow into the ground for nothing?"
"Collected in bottles, you can drink it later to replenish blood. With rounding, isn't it equivalent to you not bleeding?"
"Does that make sense?"
The dragon suddenly understood.
Indeed!
It makes so much sense!
As expected of a human child, although the magic power is insufficient and cannot help itself stop bleeding, it actually came up with such a good method?
So smart!
The Ukrainian Ironbelly looked at Charle, its gaze softening, and it obediently lay down, lowering its guard against Charle.
Human cub.
Good person!
Soon, the large glass bottles that Charle had conjured were filled with five large bottles of dragon blood.
At this time, the dragon's powerful self-healing ability was also fully displayed. A blood scab had formed at the wound, and it was no longer bleeding outwards.
Only then did Charle reluctantly put away the funnel and all the glass bottles.
These five large bottles of dragon blood were definitely more than enough for him to complete the first dragon transformation of the magical Animagus.
The remaining ones could also be recycled as deduction points, a huge profit!
However, at this moment, Charle also heard dense footsteps coming from the entrance above.
Presumably, the commotion at Gringotts had spread, and reinforcements were arriving.
In fact, Charle could have left already, but he turned his head to look at the depths of the underground vault.
Voldemort must have already opened Dumbledore's vault. Without the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort wouldn't care about the other materials in the vault and certainly wouldn't take them.
But Charle cared. That was Dumbledore's collection!
Besides, Voldemort was already taking the blame, so why not?
So immediately after, a high-frequency laser shot out from the tip of Charle's wand, cutting towards the shackles on the Ukrainian Ironbelly.
In the original work, Harry and the others' spells could unlock the chains, and Charle's high-frequency laser spell naturally could too.
In an instant, the chains made a crisp clanging sound and fell to the ground.
The Ukrainian Ironbelly's eyes widened, and it tried to move its body, finding that the restraints that had once bound it had vanished into thin air.
Charle patted the Ukrainian Ironbelly's claw.
"Hey, you're free, fly!"
"I've remembered your scent, I'll come find you to play when I have time later!"
The Ukrainian Ironbelly snorted, sparks flying, clearly overjoyed, its gaze towards Charle incredibly gentle.
Then, it spread its wings, as if it didn't even feel the weakness and fatigue on its body.
The dragon flapped its wings and flew, dragon fire spewing towards the front of the passage!
The dense footsteps coming from a distance immediately paused, their entire plan disrupted by the Ukrainian Ironbelly's actions.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Charle transformed into a bird and flew forward along the underground vault passage at the fastest speed.
In a moment, he saw vault number 713, its door wide open.
Voldemort and Quirrell had already left here. A vault without the Philosopher's Stone held no attraction for Voldemort.
But the dazzling array of materials left inside made Charle's breathing quicken.
Charle took out several boxes that he had prepared earlier, which had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, and quickly packed up everything in vault 713.
Then, with a bang, Charle Apparated away from here.
When he hurried back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron and saw the trunk filled with dragon blood and precious magical materials, only one thought remained in Charle's mind.
I'm rich, truly rich!
Those paupers in Knockturn Alley, all of them combined aren't as wealthy as Dumbledore's vault!
He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting from the rare magical materials to the five large bottles of dragon blood.
Magical Animagus, Dragon Transformation...
Here I come!
The next moment, Charle pulled out a stopper, gulped down a mouthful of dragon blood, and roared in his mind.
Deep Blue, analyze this for me!
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