The taste of freedom is sweet, so sweet that even a fire dragon forgets the pain all over his body and spreads his wings to fly.

It's blind.

But its nose can still smell the cold air, and it can still smell the smell of water vapor in the air.

It doesn't belong to Gringotts, it belongs to the deep forest and nature.

It wants to drink water and find a place that is suitable for itself.

It flew very high and far, and Du Wei didn't know where he had arrived. He only knew that the dragon carrying him finally got tired after flying for a long time.

It began to gradually lower, lower, lower, and lowered into a lake.

It dived down on its own and threw up huge splashes of water, soaking Du Wei and making him covered in water.

Du Wei jumped off the back of the fire dragon.

This was a place he had never been to before. Du Wei looked over and saw that there were bunkers everywhere on the distant mountains. It looked like a country of bunkers.

Forest coverage is not low.

What's more, there are plenty of wild animals.

“Exotic.”

Du Wei picked up his magic wand and applied several layers of armor to himself.

It is not unusual for the fire dragon to fly out of England. After all, the countries in the entire continent of Europa are not very vast. It is not difficult at all for the fire dragon to cross several countries at this speed.

What surprised Du Wei was that neither Fire Dragon nor he was shot down by missiles along the way.

Could the fire dragon also have the effect of shielding radar?

Du Wei didn't know.

He stared at the dragon, feeling relaxed and exceptionally quiet. He looked at the fire dragon with gentle eyes, watching it burn the surrounding trees clean, watching it gradually dive down, and start drinking water.

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"Ah." Du Wei lay on the ground, supporting his head with both hands and looking at the sky.

He really wanted to rest.

He seemed to be picking up the magic wand, thinking about nothing, not looking at anything.

But just when he was about to use "Avada Kedavra" on himself, he suddenly felt a stinging pain on his arm that suddenly woke him up.

He turned his head and saw the scars on his arms.

Perhaps to be more accurate, it's not a scar.

It was a dog leash that a Dark Lord tied around his men's necks.

Normally, this arm is quite normal.

But now.

Du Wei glanced at his arm.

Voldemort is calling.

He felt the call of the Dark Lord who left his mark.

"It turns out," Du Wei said, "this is what it feels like to be summoned."

Du Wei stood up and looked at the bunker in the distance.

"Albania," Duwei opened his mouth and licked his teeth and said, "Albania is a world-famous country of fortresses.

It's really awesome.

There’s nothing better than now.”

…

Deep inside Gringotts.

Mad-Eye Moody watched helplessly as Dumbledore committed a crime.

This old man with a white beard used magic to open the door in front of him.

And he also took out a lighter-like thing.

It opened quietly, and then the whole world became dark.

Dumbledore cast a spell on the sky.

The sunlight that fell has disappeared.

Darkness returns here.

"If you are willing," Dumbledore said to Moody in the darkness before going in, "could you stop those outside who are planning to come in?

No need to defeat them, just give me some time."

Dumbledore said.

Mad-Eye Moody glanced at the breached cave.

He picked up the wand and said, "Then you'd better hurry up. I don't know if my expulsion spell will have any effect."

"I will, thank you, Moody."

Dumbledore walked into the private vault in front of him, his wand glowing.

Even Dumbledore has never entered the private vaults of these ancient wizards.

He is not qualified.

Dumbledore's family can be regarded as a wizarding family, but compared with the twenty-eight pure-blood families, Dumbledore's family is not prominent enough, and his ancestors did not receive enough benefits from the war against the elves.

.

Especially the generation before Dumbledore, his father's generation.

That's really bad.

In the early years, Albus Dumbledore resented all this, resented his family, and refused to forgive himself.

Squib's sister, her father who was thrown into Azkaban because she hurt Muggles, her decadent family, and her youth where she was despised and looked down upon.

The dim past and hard-working school days made Dumbledore extremely extreme at that time, wanting to prove himself and let go of the past.

Then, there is a point of no return.

His father died, his sister died, his brother Aberforth refused to forgive him, and his lover wanted to destroy Muggles, so he personally sent him to prison.

During this process, Dumbledore kept making mistakes and growing up, until now, he has become such an open-minded person.

"I really envy these young people who can still taste the sting of love."

Dumbledore.

This open-minded and happy old man walked into the vault in front of him and exclaimed.

First of all, compared with the other treasury, the treasury of these twenty-eight pure-blood families is obviously much larger than the other treasury.

On the ground, there are gold, silver and some small utensils everywhere.

It seems that many of them are antiques.

Dumbledore looked at it with an archaeological eye and could tell the age of these things.

But he also remembered what he came here to do.

Dumbledore picked up his wand.

He did not use the Flying Curse. The Horcrux here must have cast a protective spell, and the Flying Curse may not be effective.

Tom is not such a stupid boy.

Dumbledore looked around several times with his bright eyes. After a while, he raised his Elder Wand.

He had an idea.

A large number of gold cups, silver cups, gold coins, pearls, and corals all floated up. There were even swords, armor, some documents, and other random things.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and these things seemed to come alive, jumping and sorting themselves into the distance.

It's tap dancing.

Dumbledore was still directing, looking very happy.

The objects here are grouped into one category.

Dumbledore's eyes looked into the distance, looking at the pile of gold cups sorted.

Most of these utensils are attached with magic spells, but unfortunately, the person who casts the spell is no match for Dumbledore in terms of the attainment of this kind of magic spell.

This isn't black magic.

Dumbledore studied these magics very deeply.

Soon, Dumbledore saw one cup among the bouncing golden cups, which was particularly inactive.
To be continued...