In a small woodland in Cornwall, several heavily wrapped wizards hurried along with suitcases in hand.
Their faces were filled with obvious excitement.
After all, they knew that the suitcases they had stolen contained materials from no fewer than ten dragons!
In the Wizarding World, nothing from a dragon came cheap.
Even dragon dung was considered a rather precious material for alchemy and Potions.
The materials from ten dragons, even split evenly, would be enough for each of them to live lavishly for the rest of their lives!
Yet amid their excitement, the thought of the pursuit they would soon face cast a shadow over their hearts.
"We stole something from the Romanian Dragon Reserve. They won't let us off."
"And the British Ministry of Magic will definitely launch a full-scale manhunt."
"Do you think we can make it across?"
In response, the lead wizard gave a cold laugh, radiating extraordinary confidence.
"Stop scaring yourselves."
"The Dragon Reserve is certainly formidable, and I've heard they even have ties to vampires, but once we leave Romania, their influence will be greatly reduced."
"As for the British Ministry of Magic, isn't it widely acknowledged to be run by incompetents?"
"So much has happened in Britain lately—Dark wizards, the Gringotts theft—and yet the British Ministry of Magic hasn't made a single move. There's nothing to worry about."
"Of course, under normal circumstances, no one would want to provoke a buyer wealthy enough to purchase ten dragons at once."
"Not to mention those who bought dragon materials in bulk. They were either Potions Masters, alchemists, or even certain dragon research organizations."
"Who knew what they might do if provoked?"
"But this deal is different. I looked into it. The one buying the dragon materials isn't an alchemist, isn't a Potions Master, and isn't any