Who Would Know If Even I Didn't Know I Was Going to Act?

Charle's first thought upon considering this condition was the Millennial Basilisk in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets.

An ancient Magical Creature that had lived for a full thousand years. While he was not sure whether it possessed some kind of inherited knowledge similar to Dragon Language or Mermish, the Basilisk's Death Gaze alone held tremendous value for deduction.

It would most likely serve as material for deducing the Killing Curse, saving a massive number of points otherwise needed to deduce it.

If he kept deducing things this way, he might even directly deduce an Area of Effect Killing Curse!

However, he would have to wait until entering Hogwarts before he could make plans for the Basilisk. For now, it was unattainable.

Besides, aside from the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell, Charle truly had no particularly effective means of dealing with such a large Magical Creature.

The power of Basic Transfiguration was indeed insufficient against a Basilisk.

Taking into account the magic resistance of its Basilisk Scales and skin, even the Laser Spell might not be able to kill it swiftly.

If the battle dragged on, the risks would be immense. The Basilisk's venom and gaze were both far too deadly.

And if he caused too much of a commotion, he might attract Dumbledore's attention.

Charle had no desire to act while facing so many uncertainties, so obtaining Basilisk Blood would require careful planning.

"Still, aside from Basilisk Blood, there seems to be another option—one even more suitable than the Basilisk..."

"And the chance to obtain it is coming soon."

In Charle's mind, the dragon guarding the underground vaults of Gringotts in the original story emerged.

It was a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Based on the original description, it was enormous, and even its scales showed signs of age, proving that it was exceptionally old.

If he obtained its blood, then after transforming with Accio, he would most likely gain the Dragon Language Inheritance in its bloodline as well!

A strange glint flashed through Charle's eyes.

He had originally been eyeing Gringotts, intending to take advantage of the chaos when Quirrell and Voldemort broke into it to make a fortune.

But after his enormous haul in Knockturn Alley, that idea had faded somewhat.

Yet now, it seemed Gringotts was somewhere he had no choice but to visit.

The Dragon Blood of that dragon was simply too tempting for Charle.

"However, in the original story, Quirrell and Voldemort seemed to have broken into Gringotts using methods such as the Imperius Curse. They did not cause much of a disturbance and most likely never fought that dragon."

"If that's the case, getting Dragon Blood will be a little troublesome."

Dragon skin and scales could both weaken spells. Charle's methods worked well against ordinary wizards, but aside from the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell, he was not certain he could break through a fire dragon's defenses.

After all, he was still only eleven years old. His magic power was always a major weakness.

But precisely because of that, Magical Animagus was even more tempting to Charle.

The magic power of Magical Creatures far surpassed that of young wizards.

In terms of pure destructive power, unless Charle used the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell in his wizard form, he truly could not match his Magical Animagus state.

That only made Charle more determined to obtain the fire dragon's blood beneath Gringotts. It would become his greatest trump card!

After pondering for a moment, Charle murmured softly.

"It seems I really can't let Quirrell and Voldemort break in too easily this time."

"I need to make a bigger commotion and use Voldemort's hand to obtain Dragon Blood."

As for how to do it, Charle had already formed a plan.

The next moment, he used a full Accio transformation.

But this time, he did not transform into an animal. Instead, like Tonks' Metamorphmagus, he altered his face and build, directly becoming someone else.

He took on a thin frame, a pale complexion, and an expression carrying a hint of timidity. His most striking feature was the large turban wrapped around his head.

That was right—Charle had transformed into Quirrell!

To make it convincing, Charle had even created Voldemort's face on the back of Quirrell's head!

After finishing, a smile curved across Charle's lips.

He slowly walked through Diagon Alley in the dead of night and arrived outside Gringotts' closed gates.

With a wave of his Wand, a letter turned into a paper airplane and flew into Gringotts.

Then, without the slightest delay, Charle Apparated away.

The sharp crack of Apparition shattered Gringotts' nighttime silence. The Goblins inside, who were still counting money, hurried out with expressions full of vigilance.

One of the leading Goblins spotted the paper airplane on the ground. After opening it, he saw the writing inside.

"I have heard that Gringotts possesses countless treasures, and I have long yearned for them. The moonlight is particularly lovely these days. I shall come beneath the moon and enter Gringotts to take its treasures."

"—Holy Thief of the Wizarding World."

When the Goblins of Gringotts saw the letter, anger appeared on all their faces.

"A thief! A despicable, arrogant thief!"

"He actually dares to openly provoke Gringotts and claim that he will break in to steal from us?!"

The leading Goblin looked toward the sentry responsible for guarding Gringotts.

"Did you see who left this letter?"

The sentry hurriedly replied.

"It was too dark. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could tell he was wearing a large turban."

As soon as he said that, several of the leading Goblins said coldly.

"For the time being, raise the security measures around the underground vaults to the highest level."

"And everyone, take note. If you see someone wearing a large turban coming to Gringotts, there is a good chance that thief is scouting the place."

A vicious light appeared in their eyes.

"When the time comes, pretend not to know and lure him into the underground vaults before killing him."

"Provoking Gringotts? He must pay with his life!"

Meanwhile, in a room, Quirrell's eyes widened at one of Voldemort's orders.

"Master, we're breaking into Gringotts tomorrow?"

"Isn't that too hasty?"

Voldemort said coldly.

"Are you questioning my decision?"

"Let me tell you, I've had enough of living like this. That damned Dumbledore—I must restore my body as soon as possible and teach him a lesson!"

Then, considering Quirrell was the only person he could use at present, Voldemort still offered an explanation.

"Of course, it is somewhat hasty. But you must understand, if even you cannot imagine that I would break into Gringotts tomorrow, then who else could possibly know?"

"Great success is often achieved in haste."

"The Goblins of Gringotts will have absolutely no defenses in place tomorrow!"

Quirrell thought it made sense and hurriedly praised Voldemort's wisdom.

"As expected of you, Master. You truly see farther than anyone else. Tomorrow's operation will surely succeed in one stroke!"

"Once we obtain the Philosopher's Stone and Master restores his body, what would Dumbledore amount to?"

"And that hateful little wizard Charle will certainly grovel at Master's feet as well!"