Romania's Dragon Reserve was protected by many spells, but unlike Unicorns and Mermaids, Dragons were not content to remain in "areas available for their use." They were always looking for chances to cross the reserve's boundaries and hunt for prey.
In some cases, the spells failed because the creatures' own magic dispelled them, like fish tearing through a net. Ordinary magic was ineffective against Dragons, even including certain enhanced spells, which was why the Ministry of Magic classified them as five-star dangerous creatures.
Werewolves, however, were different. They possessed a certain resistance to magic, but they could not withstand Fiendfyre. Fiendfyre might do no more than break a Dragon's skin.
The dragon-hide gloves, boots, and other items currently sold on the market were all collected after Dragons died. In the past, this "job" had belonged to Acromantulas.
It was precisely because Dragons were so difficult to deal with that people felt safe storing their money at Gringotts, where a Dragon served as a guard in its depths.
Of course, there were other defensive spells besides Dragons.
Pomona withdrew her hand from beside a golden cup and turned to look at the old wizard with snow-white hair and beard.
"How does it feel?" Albus asked gently.
"Hot," she said in surprise. "Like a copper cauldron just taken off the fire."
"It's a curse," Albus said in his hoarse voice. "Goblins add it while casting Geminio, so thieves who trespass into their vaults will be drowned in scorching wealth."
"Oh~" She took a step back. "I touched it just now. Why didn't it duplicate?"
"Did you want my office flooded with its copies?" Albus said with a smile. "I think that heat was also why you transformed today and why the Polyjuice Potion failed."
"I heard Werewolves are cursed," Pomona said.
"That