Riding on the Silver Dragon's Back

Everyone dealt with a crisis differently. When the building was blown apart, Dumbledore cast a Restoration Charm on it, Grindelwald simply moved elsewhere, and Anton used his own invention, the Animated Object Sprite Charm.

The shattered building, weighing tens of thousands of tons, began collapsing toward the ground. Clouds of dust surged through the air, and a huge claw suddenly emerged from the smoke.

One after another, four enormous claws reached out, gripping the surrounding buildings and tearing off chunks of debris.

Then a pair of unbelievably huge wings extended from the smoke. They were made up of steel bars, chunks of concrete, and even bedsheets and slippers.

"Roar~~~"

A beastly roar rang out. It was as though a colossal creature had come to life in the smoke. Its enormous wings suddenly began to beat.

Amid a gale, a massive Fire Dragon took flight.

As its body twisted and transformed, the building's glass and other materials became its scales. Their color was interspersed with gray chunks of concrete, making it look like a gigantic silver Fire Dragon.

The people inside the building were carried along as it shifted and transformed, their positions twisted until they were on the dragon's back.

There were members of the Order of the Phoenix, members of Cabin, Aurors from the American Ministry of Magic, Muggle hotel guests, and even Squib Mercenaries.

"Voldemort!" Eva, the American Ministry of Magic's head of security, pointed at the figure floating in the sky and cried out. "Get back to the Ministry and report this! Take those Squib Mercenaries with you!"

Several of her subordinates nodded. Each grabbed a Mercenary with one hand and held a wand in the other. Their bodies twisted, and they disappeared.

But before long, they reappeared in the same spot.

"???" They stared at each