Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After Shaw rushed into the team, he wanted to use a water dragon to clear the way physically, but the wizards on the side were very smart.

They immediately began to concentrate their attacks, covering the leader with a wave of magic spells, paving a bloody road.

Shaw smiled and did not cast a spell, but continued to rush forward quickly, flying directly over the goblins who were beaten and couldn't even lift their heads, and destroyed several alchemical cannons.

He was ready to dive into the bronze gate.

Poseidon and Hephis hesitated for a moment. Shaw's eagerness to break into Gringotts was too abrupt.

There was no need to be so anxious. It seemed that there was something particularly important to Shaw hidden in Gringotts.

In the spirit of not letting the enemy succeed, the two old men hesitated whether to intervene and stop him.

But there was another person who moved faster than them.

Voldemort, covered in black mist, rolled over from a spire in the distance, screaming shrilly.

"Shore Black, how dare you!"

Shore, who broke into the hall of Gringotts, had just released a giant dragon of Fiendish Fire to chase the goblins guarding here.

After he destroyed all the counters that were deliberately built so that wizards had to look up at the goblins when depositing and withdrawing money.

A familiar voice came from outside, and soon he knew who it was.

As expected, Voldemort really came.

Shore continued to rush towards the entrance of the underground vault.

Voldemort didn't need him to worry about it, there would be people to intercept him.

Shore was unstoppable all the way. Goblins without the right to use wands were actually empty shells, and the defense and attack of the organization were basically broken at the touch of a button.

He conjured a giant dragon hand, grabbed a goblin, controlled it with a Imperius Curse, and let it lead the way.

Unfortunately, this goblin was Griphook, a famous guide.

In the winding tunnel, Griphook in his claws vaguely showed Shaw the way, and Shaw flew towards the underground vault at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, the Lestrange vault was here.

Shaw stopped not far from the heavy black and gold door, and threw the goblin Griphook in his giant claws to a pale fire dragon squatting next to him for a treat.

The fire dragon did not appreciate it, and a blaze directly burned Griphook to ashes in mid-air.

"Roar! Roar!"

Then the fire dragon roared at Shaw again.

Shaw rubbed his numb ears, very dissatisfied with the Australian white eye who was locked up here as a guard.

He did not bother much, and directly began to transform into anima, and his body expanded rapidly.

A pair of white wings behind him spread 30 feet, from the neck to the spine, while the blue-purple whiskers spread, and the barbed tail was extremely ferocious.

The limbs also began to become huge eagles, turning into four powerful claws.

Finally, his face turned into a dragon head that looked like a cow or a snake, and a pair of forked antlers on his forehead flashed with lightning arcs.

The Yinglong who stepped into the air was handsome and domineering, with majestic eyes. As soon as he appeared, he frightened the Australian egg white eye.

But this egg white eye, which had been imprisoned for many years and had serious lack of light, might have gone crazy long ago.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he roared at the Yinglong who was bigger than himself.

"Roar!"

Shaoerlong's eyes condensed. He didn't expect to meet a fool who didn't even recognize the Dragon King.

He was too lazy to roar, and spread his wings and pounced forward quickly.

The speed was so fast that the egg white eye couldn't react at all. The next moment, the silly dragon was slapped away by a claw, and the force was so great that even the chain on his feet was broken.

The egg white eye was directly slapped into the wall of the cave and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

Shaw casually dealt with this little shrimp and continued to fly to the front of the Lestrange vault.

Without saying a word, he directly rammed the door with brute force.

His clawed tail kept hitting the heavy black gold door, making a loud clang, and countless runes appeared on the door.

The goblin's anti-theft skills are indeed good. In addition to arranging a large number of weak magic protections, the sturdiness is also quite impressive.

If it were an ordinary door, it would have been broken into pieces by Shaw's Yinglong state.

But this black gold door was only slightly dented by the collision, but it was still very solid.

If it were a normal spell, even if it was cast by an elite Auror, it would not be able to scratch the door without bombarding for several days and nights.

Even if it was a legendary spell, it would probably take a long time.

In Shaw's dragon state, his temper was unconsciously furious.

He knew that time was running out and he had to fight quickly. Who knew what kind of hell was going on outside now?

After all, a mad Voldemort is not easy to bully, and there are twin snakes waiting for him.

Shaw forced himself to calm down and stop smashing it with brute force. He stopped to observe the door for a while and used his alchemical knowledge to find several relatively weak magic pattern nodes on it.Then the lightning began to brew on the dragon's horn, and crackling arcs of electricity sounded in the cave.

Then the whole dragon body turned into a dragon coil, the dragon head lowered and hit the gate, and the dragon horn also burst into a dazzling light.

"Crack!"

The black gold giant gate was immediately cracked by the dragon's horn, and Yinglong then directly used this crack as the center to interpret what violent aesthetics is.

The giant dragon swung its tail, clawed its heart, and the dragon body rushed...

The sound of booming rang in the cave, and the dirt and gravel fell down. The vibration was so great that the egg white eyes that were trapped in the pit and could not move were ejected.

This guy is tough and not hurt much, but now he is also honest, curled up obediently and waited for the Dragon King's punishment.

"Boom!"

After a huge collision, the gate was finally broken after Xiao Er's crazy attack for several minutes.

The huge wings flapped a few times, blowing away the dust, and he turned back to human form.

With the puzzled look on his face, Shore bent down slightly and walked into the Lestrange vault.

The luxury and wealth of the vault were beyond Shore's imagination.

Not to mention other treasures and materials, even if only the gold galleons were counted, there were more than in the Black vault.

Shore's eyes were filled with the light of the golden shovel. He felt that half of the wealth plundered by Voldemort in the past was probably placed here.

Shore was no longer the upstart who had been poor for a long time and suddenly became rich, and would be dazzled by the huge amount of wealth.

He could say without guilt and pride: Now he is really not interested in money.

After a quick glance in the vault, Shore quickly locked onto a simple and simple golden cup.

The golden cup was placed on a unique silver utensil with thin legs, which was very inconspicuous.

Remembering that a large number of copy spells were cast here, Shaw had to suppress his impatience and cast a spell of ending all spells on the entire vault with his wand.

The orange light in the sky swept across like ripples, and a large number of magic restrictions failed one by one, and even some treasures lost their magic aura.

Shaw didn't feel sorry at all, and stepped forward to grab the golden cup in his palm, without looking at this antique.

The long-lost voice of temptation began to sound in his ears again.

Voldemort's residual soul: "I saw your desire..."

Shaw was too lazy to listen and directly ordered the system.

"Absorb!"

At the same time, a threatening request came from above the cave.

"Shore, don't, otherwise you will regret it..."