After Shawn charged into the enemy ranks, he had intended to summon a water dragon to smash a path through, but the Wizarding Army soldiers on his flanks were quick on the uptake.
They immediately concentrated their fire, flooding the ground ahead of their leader with spells and paving a bloody road.
Shawn smiled and cast nothing. He continued his rapid advance, flying straight over the goblins pinned down by the barrage and destroying several alchemical cannons along the way.
He prepared to plunge straight through the Bronze Gate.
Bose Yidong and Hephis hesitated. Shawn's eagerness to rush into Gringotts first was far too abrupt.
There was clearly no need to hurry so much. Apparently, something particularly important to Shawn was hidden inside Gringotts.
On the principle that whatever the enemy wanted to accomplish must be thwarted, the two old men wavered over whether to intervene.
But someone else moved faster than either of them.
Wreathed in billowing black fog, Voldemort swept in from a distant tower spire, his voice rising in a shrill scream.
"Shawn Black, don't you dare!"
Shawn had already burst into Gringotts' main hall and released a giant Fiendfyre dragon, sending the goblins guarding it fleeing with frantic squeals.
He had also taken the opportunity to destroy every counter deliberately built so that Wizards had to look up at the goblins when depositing or withdrawing money.
Then a familiar voice reached him from outside, and he quickly recognized its owner.
Just as he had expected, Voldemort really had come.
Shawn kept flying, charging toward the entrance to the underground vaults.
He had no need to worry about Old Voldy. Someone else would intercept him.
Shawn swept through everything in his path. Denied the right to use wands, the goblins were little more than an empty show