A Bountiful Harvest! Dragon Transformation!

Raging fury churned within Voldemort.

The current state of the Wizarding World was simply intolerable to him.

"Filthy, disgusting, utterly foul!"

"Once I restore my body, I'll cleanse it. I'll cleanse the entire Wizarding World!"

"I'll make the Wizarding World great again!"

Then Voldemort turned his gaze upon the Goblins surrounding him.

"I had intended to conserve more of my strength, but the sight of worthless creatures like you is simply unbearable."

"Lowly creatures like Goblins, parasites sucking the Wizarding World's blood, vermin toying with gold coins—if I were in charge of the Wizarding World, I would have swept every last one of you away and turned you all into House-elves!"

The next instant, as if venting the fury in his heart, surging flames erupted from the tip of Voldemort's Wand, transforming into a tide of serpents that swept in every direction. It was Fiendfyre!

As the Fiendfyre spread, streaks of green light shot forth, reaping the Goblins' lives like the Grim Reaper.

Until a piercing dragon's roar exploded through the underground vaults, and blazing flames surged toward Voldemort.

Voldemort let out an enraged snort. With a sweep of his Wand, he tore apart the dragon's breath along with the dragon's scales.

In an instant, Dragon Blood splattered everywhere, and the fire dragon's anguished cries rang out!

Inside Gringotts, an insect flew through the underground vault passage opened by the Goblins, then transformed into Charle.

A look of emotion appeared in Charle's eyes.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how masterful his Animagus Transformation was, it would not have been so easy for him to break into Gringotts' underground vaults.

But now, with Voldemort clearing the path ahead, he had an unobstructed route all the way through!

After entering the underground vaults, Charle could already sense the intense magical aura ahead. The ground trembled from time to time.

A short while later, everything fell silent once more.

Charle cautiously proceeded down the passage and soon saw the site where the battle had erupted in the underground vaults.

The battlefield was littered with Goblin corpses. The few survivors had fallen into deep comas, their faces twisted with extreme terror, as though they had faced something unimaginably horrifying.

As for Quirrell and Voldemort, they were no longer here. They had presumably gone deeper into the vaults in search of the Philosopher's Stone.

Then Charle shifted his gaze and saw a massive figure lying on the ground.

It was the guardian of Gringotts' underground vaults—the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

But at this moment, it was in a truly miserable state.

A huge wound had torn through its scales and flesh, Dragon Blood constantly flowing from it.

Even for a dragon, this was an extremely serious injury, leaving it unable to fight.

Of course, even if it could still fight, after witnessing Voldemort's power, this fire dragon would never drag its heavily injured body back to its feet and fight to the death for the Goblins.

Feeling exhaustion wash over its body from the massive loss of blood, the Ukrainian Ironbelly closed its eyes.

With a dragon's formidable physique, such a wound was not enough to be fatal, but it would certainly need a long period of sleep to recover.

But just then, it sensed a faint rustling, as though some small creature was approaching.

Its orange slit pupils instantly widened again, glaring furiously at the intruder who dared disturb it.

The one who had entered the Ukrainian Ironbelly's guarded range was naturally Charle.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly slowly raised its serpentine neck, a fierce glint appearing in its eyes, as though it would tear Charle apart the next moment—or burn him to ashes with scorching dragonfire.

Charle looked at the Ukrainian Ironbelly and made a quick calculation.

With Voldemort having already broken through the dragon's defenses, killing it by following the wound Voldemort had left behind should not be difficult.

But as he looked at the dragon—

The dragon scales covering its body, its endlessly regenerating Dragon Blood, even the dead skin on its claws...

They were all magical materials, excellent sources of Deduction Points.

Kill it? That would be such a waste!

If he could get on good terms with it, draw a little blood now and then, scrape off some calluses from its feet, wouldn't the Deduction Points just come pouring in?

Charle immediately put on a sincere expression and pointed at the Ukrainian Ironbelly's wound.

"Mr. Fire Dragon, you're injured. It must hurt terribly, right? I can help you stop the bleeding."

The fire dragon seemed to understand Charle's words. Perhaps because Charle looked like a child, it was not as wary of him.

Moreover, the constant blood loss had indeed left it exhausted and weak.

The ferocity in its eyes gradually faded. It watched Charle, seemingly allowing him to treat its injury.

Delight appeared on Charle's face as he waved his Wand.

A huge funnel promptly appeared, pressed against the Ukrainian Ironbelly's wound.

Below the funnel, Charle conjured an enormous glass bottle. Dragon Blood continuously flowed through the funnel and into it.

The fire dragon's body stiffened, and humanlike confusion appeared in its eyes.

???

Was this supposed to stop the bleeding?

Who the hell used a funnel to stop bleeding?

Charle, meanwhile, said with complete sincerity, "Mr. Fire Dragon, I know you're doubtful, but think about it carefully. Before, blood was flowing from such a huge wound. Now that the funnel is pressed against it, the only place blood can flow from is the tiny opening of the funnel."

"Wouldn't you say the bleeding area has gotten smaller?"

The fire dragon froze in place, its eyes rolling as though it were using all its intelligence to think.

That was true. The area bleeding did seem to have gotten smaller. It sounded rather reasonable.

At that moment, Charle continued, "And I'm collecting the Dragon Blood for your sake too, Mr. Fire Dragon."

"If I don't collect it, wouldn't it just be wasted soaking into the ground?"

"If we collect it in bottles, you can drink it later to replenish your blood. Rounded off, doesn't that mean you haven't lost any blood at all?"

"Doesn't that make sense?"

The fire dragon suddenly understood.

Indeed!

That made so much sense!

As expected of a human child. Though his magic was insufficient and he could not help stop the bleeding, he had actually come up with such a wonderful method?

So smart!

The Ukrainian Ironbelly looked at Charle, its gaze growing gentle. It obediently lay down and lowered its guard against him.

Human hatchling.

Good person!

Very soon, the large glass bottles Charle had conjured were filled with a full five bottles of Dragon Blood.

At this point, the dragon's powerful regenerative ability was fully displayed. A scab had already formed over its wound, and blood was no longer flowing out.

Only then did Charle reluctantly put away the funnel and glass bottles.

These five bottles of Dragon Blood were more than enough for him to complete the first Dragon Transformation of Magical Animagus.

He could recycle the rest for Deduction Points as well. What a profit!

But at that moment, Charle heard dense footsteps coming from the entrance above.

The disturbance at Gringotts had presumably spread, and reinforcements were arriving.

Charle could have left already, but he turned to look deeper into the underground vaults.

Voldemort had surely opened Dumbledore's vault by now. Since he had not found the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort would not care for the other materials in the vault and certainly would not take them.

But Charle cared. Those were Dumbledore's treasured possessions!

And Voldemort was right there to take the blame. Why not?

So, a High-Frequency Laser Curse burst from the tip of Charle's Wand and slashed toward the shackles on the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

In the original story, even Harry and the others' spells had been able to break the chains. Naturally, Charle's High-Frequency Laser Curse could do the same.

In an instant, the chains rang out with a sharp clang and fell to the ground.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly widened its eyes and tried moving its body, only to discover that the restraints which had once bound it had vanished completely.

Charle patted the Ukrainian Ironbelly's claw.

"Hey, you're free. Fly!"

"I've memorized your scent. I'll come play with you when I have time!"

The Ukrainian Ironbelly snorted, sparks flying from its nostrils. It was clearly overjoyed, and its gaze toward Charle became incomparably gentle.

Then it spread its wings, seemingly no longer feeling the weakness and exhaustion in its body.

The fire dragon beat its wings and took flight, spewing dragonfire toward the passage ahead!

The dense footsteps in the distance immediately halted, all their plans thrown into disarray by the Ukrainian Ironbelly's actions.

Seizing the chance, Charle transformed into a bird and flew at top speed down the underground vault passage.

In just a short while, he saw Vault 713, its doors already wide open.

Voldemort and Quirrell had already left. A vault without the Philosopher's Stone held no appeal for Voldemort.

But the dazzling array of materials left inside made Charle's breathing quicken.

Charle took out several cases he had prepared in advance, each enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, and swiftly packed away everything in Vault 713.

Then, with a loud crack, Charle Apparated away.

When he hurried back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron, gazing at the cases filled to the brim with Dragon Blood and precious magical materials, only one thought remained in Charle's mind.

"I'm rich. I'm really rich!"

"Those poor bastards in Knockturn Alley combined aren't worth as much as Dumbledore's vault!"

He took a deep breath, shifting his gaze away from the precious magical materials and onto the five large bottles of Dragon Blood.

"Magical Animagus, Dragon Transformation..."

"Here I come!"

The next moment, Charle pulled out a stopper, gulped down a mouthful of Dragon Blood, and roared in his mind.

"Deep Blue, analyze it for me!"