“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

A series of crisp sounds rang out in front of the door of Gringotts. In the gray vortex, a dozen smartly dressed Aurors looked solemn.

Scrimgeour walked quickly to the goblin in charge of Gringotts. His face was like a piece of bluestone that had not changed for a thousand years. His slightly lame foot did not slow him down. He was still resolute and decisive, with his black windbreaker half open.

Other famous Aurors such as Kingsley were also behind him.

However, Moody and Tonks did not participate in this operation. One of them had retired, and the other had not yet officially joined.

"Frus Scrimgeour," the goblin dressed like a banker rushed over when he saw Scrimgeour, and grabbed him with his old hand as big as a palm leaf fan.

"Where is the prisoner who broke into Gringotts?" Scrimgeour asked directly without any beating around the bush.

"He's still in the cave. There's an anti-Apparition spell here, so he can't escape! I want you to catch him immediately! Hand him over to us!" the goblin screamed.

His tone was not kind, and even a little commanding, but Scrimgeour was too lazy to dwell on it. He was concerned about the safety of the property in Gringotts.

To put it bluntly, at least half of the wizards in the UK have opened vaults in Gringotts. And the larger the family, the more closely it is connected with Gringotts. If Gringotts is really robbed, it will be a big trouble.

"Of course." Scrimgeour nodded stiffly.

He glanced at Kingsley, and the burly black wizard immediately understood and rushed in through the gate of Gringotts with several Aurors.

It was only then that Scrimgeour noticed that the door to Gringotts had been blown to pieces.

The great brass door was gone—indeed, more than half of it had crashed into Partridge's Crucible, and now one wall of the old shop had collapsed.

"I can't believe you only brought a few people!" said the fairy very dissatisfiedly.

"The Ministry of Magic has its own arrangements," Scrimgeour said calmly. He and the remaining Aurors blocked the exit of Gringotts. If Kingsley and his men failed to stop the intruder, they would be the last resort.

"Expand the range of the anti-Apparition spell." He ordered coldly, like a machine.

"You have your own arrangements? You've just wasted your time and manpower on those two jailbreakers! You in the Ministry of Magic are a bunch of good-for-nothings! The matter of Tom Riddle killing two goblins hasn't been settled yet!" the goblin cursed.

"The Minister has already talked to Bodrick, who is connected to the Goblin Brotherhood through the Goblin Liaison Office, about this matter a few days ago," Scrimgeour said. "Also, Gringotts is originally managed by you goblins. Now that intruders have appeared again and again, I'm afraid it's because you are not managing it well. If you can't manage it, then hand it over!"

The goblin seemed to want to say something more nasty, but Scrimgeour simply walked away, his ugly face turning redder than a pig's liver.

It was impossible to ask the goblins to hand over Gringotts. This decision was made to appease the goblins' dissatisfaction from the beginning, and it was the result of the Ministry of Magic's compromise in response to repeated incidents. If the goblins were forced to hand over Gringotts, and there was another rebellion, Scrimgeour would not be able to bear the responsibility.

He asked the Aurors to make full preparations. On the other side, Kingsley also led a team of Aurors and cautiously entered Gringotts.

There were still injured goblins in the hall who had not evacuated. They were injured by the spell that Voldemort had cast when he broke in. The whole hall looked like it had been bombed. The protective magic that should have been effective was so fragile under Voldemort's attack.

When the goblins in the hall saw Kingsley and other Aurors coming in, they did not act arrogantly.

"Sir, the intruder is in Vault 12—"

Kingsley nodded. In fact, the goblins didn't need to say much. He only needed to follow the traces of destruction to find the location of the brutal intruder.

He was about to lead the Aurors into the cave when the entire mountain below Gringotts suddenly began to shake violently. The ground beneath his feet was shaking, and the hard stalactites hanging above his head seemed to be shaking as well. The rock pillars that stood in the huge cavity and connected the top and bottom of the cave seemed to make a cracking sound...

Kingsley was momentarily concerned about the cave collapse.

Kingsley was still worried, but the goblin couldn't stand their hesitation.

"What are you waiting for?"

Kingsley sighed and was about to call on the other Aurors to follow him down, but there was another violent shaking.

This time it was even more serious, so much so that the floor of the hall broke like biscuits. They almost lost their balance, and an Auror almost fell into the cave. Fortunately, Kingsley reacted quickly and cast a spell in time to pull him back.

Then, a monster-like roar was heard again from the depths of the cave.

The shrill roar echoed in the cave for a long time, so that the sound changed completely and it was impossible to tell which monster it was.

"It's that dragon!" The injured goblin clenched his fists tightly, his face showing uncontrollable excitement, "This time, the intruder will definitely be burned to ashes! You are useless, Aurors, leave quickly, if you stay, we won't give you a penny!"

The goblin's words made the Aurors a little annoyed, but they did not lose their temper. Instead, they looked deeper into the cave.

There, the red and blue-white flames kept alternating.

Flames gushed out from the deepest part of the cave like a flood that had burst a dam, and a huge black shadow rushed up through the flames. Kingsley saw clearly that it was a fire dragon.

The Ministry of Magic knew that a dragon was being kept under Gringotts, and it was legal.

No, it's not so much legal as it is that when the goblins kept the dragon, Britain hadn't yet enacted a law prohibiting private dragon keeping! But Kingsley didn't expect that the dragon seemed to have escaped and was somewhat out of control.

Unlike the goblin's confidence in the dragon, he felt that the dragon looked a little frightened and panicked. The flames did not come out of its throat, but it seemed to be running for its life.

It seemed as if something extremely terrifying was chasing it in the flames?

But Kingsley didn't have time to think too much.

He only knew that no matter how miserable the fire dragon looked at the moment, it was still a fire dragon! It only needed to stretch its muscles casually to cause huge casualties.

"Stop it!" Kingsley yelled.

He picked up his wand, intending to cast an eye-blight spell on the dragon when it rushed over.

Fire dragons have a high resistance to magic. Even though the dragon in front of him looked very old, Kingsley still doubted whether his magic could penetrate its skin.

"ah!"

At this moment, the Auror who almost fell before suddenly shouted in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"There's someone on the fire dragon's back!"

Kingsley immediately closed his eyes and saw the dark figure standing on the dragon's back.

(End of this chapter)