"You are such a lunatic! Damn kid! I regret working with you."

Spencer cursed at Silver with a pale face, "Look at what you did?"

He stood up excitedly, but he was now stepping on the smooth scales of the fire dragon. The fairy was unable to stand firmly and almost fell off the dragon's back. Fortunately, Silver quickly grabbed the fairy's collar and rescued him.

"Please sit firmly, Spencer," said Silver. "This fire dragon is not a mount dragon that has been tamed for many years."

"You, why did you do that just now?" Spencer was so angry that he died of anger.

= "What are you meant to do?" Silver looked innocent.

"Why did you let the Golden Legion rush out just now? Not only did you destroy most of the Guling Pavilion, but you also demolished the entire Diagon Alley! Do you want to go directly with the devil?"

"It is impossible for the number of the Golden Legion to leave without anyone knowing it. Since they will be discovered, then just make a big move. Anyway, no one can stop an immortal army armed to the teeth." Silver stroked Hermione's hair splattered by the wind.

"Then why did you destroy Guling Pavilion again and destroy so many shops?"

"Isn't this for the sake of the goblins?" Silver was too lazy to raise his eyelids. "If the Gringott was intact, I would see the death of your tribe in the Prophet Daily tomorrow. The Black Devil will not let them go. As for those shops, wouldn't it be better to destroy them? When the devil is solved, I will acquire it at a reasonable price. I just can't stand others suffering."

Silver wiped away the tears that did not exist, as if he was moved by his great feelings.

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

"I don't know this. This fire dragon is blind and is just flying around. Why don't you ask Spencer? Anyway, this fire dragon is nurtured by a fairy."

"I don't know." Spencer had a stern face.

The blind fire dragons under their feet were still flying, and they were rising higher and higher. London was displayed below like a gray-green map. At this time, Silver had to lie on the dragon's neck, holding on to the metal-like dragon scales. The dragon's wings flapping the air like the blades of a windmill, and Spencer cursed him loudly, and Silver pretended not to hear anything.

The fire dragon seemed to be wholeheartedly trying to stay away from the dungeon, and it longed for a cooler, fresher, and freer air. It kept rising until it flew among the light clouds of coldness. Silver could no longer see the colorful dots of cars entering and leaving the capital. They kept flying, flying through the countryside of green and brown, and the winding roads and rivers on the ground were like dark or smooth ribbons.

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

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

The sun slid a little further, and the sky turned into indigo. The dragon was still flying, and its huge shadow swept across the ground like a large cloud, and the city and market town were far below them. As she kept holding on to the dragon's back, Silver felt pain all over her body.

"Okay, this damn blind man is finally declining." Spencer shouted.

Silver looked down and saw the dark green mountains and lakes, shining with copper in the sunset. He squinted his eyes and looked down the side of the dragon. The scenery on the ground seemed to be getting bigger and more details were revealed. He suspected that the dragon felt the existence of the lake due to the reflection of the sun.

The dragon flew lower and lower, hovering around the large circle, seemingly aiming at a smaller lake.

"Listen, we will jump when it flies lower!" Silver greeted his two companions. "Jump directly into the water!"

"I can't swim!" said Spencer.

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

"It is my biggest mistake in my life to work with you!" Spencer cursed.

"Jump!" Silver didn't want to talk nonsense to this old fairy.

He took Hermione down from the side of the dragon, falling downwards and downwards toward the lake. He and Hermione swam toward the lake, floated up, gasping, and Spencer also floated onto the water - apparently the goblin could swim. The dragon seemed to have noticed nothing, and was already fifty feet away, diving to the lake and drinking with its scarred mouth and nose. The dragon then flew, flapping its wings violently, and finally stopped on the shore of the lake in the distance.

Silver and the others swam hard toward the shore. The lake water did not seem to be deep, and soon it changed from swimming to struggling forward in reeds and mud. Finally, they sank on the slippery grass, wet and exhausted.

Hermione collapsed, coughed, and shivered. Spencer cursed something in a listless manner. Silver pulled out his wand and fucked himself and the other two.

"You lost the Golden Legion." The first thing Spencer did to recover was to settle accounts with Silver. "You bastard!"

"Are you a little kid's toys that need command when the Golden Legion?" Silver mocked. "I let them go to the hills in the north, and they will hide there, waiting for my call."

"Then how did you activate and command them." Spencer obviously had been holding back his words for a long time. He really couldn't understand why a wizard could command the Golden Legion. "Is the supreme crown hidden in your arms that the goblins lost?" Its tone was aggressive.

"Of course not, I naturally have my own way." Silver said, "Don't do this with me, you fairies just can't stand others' good."

"Bah!"

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"Everyone, I need an explanation."

"Why did Silver and his accomplices appear in Gringott half an hour ago, and with a group of magic puppets, destroy most of the shops in Gringott and Diagon Alley, and then successfully run away?"

"Can I think that what you call security measures is no different from waste paper?"

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

"No next time, gentlemen, I have never been patient with the incompetent people. Next, there is war. The waste that drags on his feet has no value." (To be continued...)

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