94 Diagon Alley

rushed outside the vault.

Harry was barely aware of the burning pain all over his body, and while rushing out with the treasures that kept replicating, he stuffed the small golden cup into his pocket and reached for the sword.

"We've got to destroy it now! Don't run, Griphook-" Harry cried, and the goblin had apparently slipped off his back, shouting, brandishing his sword: "There's a thief There are thieves! Help! There are thieves!"

Hermione and Ron ignored the pain and tried to stop Griphook, who was running away with the sword. But there were countless fairies around.

"Stunned—" Behind a corner, a red light quickly stunned several surrounding goblins, "Iron armor!" The next giant iron armor separated it from the goblin army.

"Hurry up, lad." A magic eye emerged from behind the wall, "You actually ran to Gringotts - the bottom vault to rob?"

"Very brave. At least they remember setting up an iron armor behind the anti-thief waterfall." In another direction, Cedric stopped a few wizards rushing over, but he smiled wryly, guessing I can't figure out the purpose of these little Gryffindor wizards.

"Vulnerable." Mad-Eye said cursingly, "They still owe fire."

"Mad Eye! Cedric!" Hermione exclaimed happily, not forgetting to push Ron forward.

With his long arms, the red-haired boy picked up the Griphook that had hit the iron armor and passed out, grabbed Gryffindor's sword and threw it at Harry.

The Horcrux was on the ground in front of him, Harry's face was full of pain, he held the sword high, his arms were shaking. A natural resistance appeared in his mind, he didn't understand - he had always been determined to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux, but he couldn't do it at the critical moment facing the golden cup. The beautiful cup was like Riddle's notebook, full of temptation and tormenting him constantly.

"Thorn, Harry!" Ron thought he saw a tinge of red in Harry's eyes.

"Harry—?" Ron put his hand on his shoulder worriedly, and Hermione had to be distracted to deal with the goblins at Gringotts.

Harry stood there very weakly, no one knew what he had just been through. He weakly advanced the sword and looked down at the fragments of the golden cup on the ground.

He bent over to pick up the broken Horcrux. Plumes of smoke rose from the golden cup. The thing that lived in the Horcrux disappeared.

The sword fell from Harry's hand with a clatter, and the hot gold coins that kept replicating had poured into their feet. The three staggered over the hot metal, struggling to get to their feet, knowing the only way out was to rush through.

"This way!" Cedric used a powerful house collapse to clear the mountain of flaming gold objects, making a way for the three of them.

"Pass out!" Harry yelled, casting a spell on the goblins standing in front of them. Ron and Hermione also roared. One after another, red lights flew into the group of goblins, and some fell over, but the rest kept on going, and Harry saw several more wizard guards running around the corner.

Several long fingers grabbed his trousers fiercely, and it was the pull ring that fainted just now, staring at him with terrifying eyes. "This is the fairy's sword! You untrustworthy..."

Harry didn't notice for a moment, the sword was clamped by its claw-like fingers, and he immediately let go. As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by Ron and Hermione and ran forward.

"We have to go out immediately." Hermione's voice became sharp with anxiety, "The Death Eaters will be here soon."

Just in front of them, the chained dragon roared, a flame flew over the goblin's head, and the wizards bent back. Harry had a sudden inspiration, or a crazy idea. He raised his wand and shouted at the behemoth's heavy shackles: "Lishen Jinxie!"

With a few loud bangs, the shackles broke.

"This way!" Harry shouted, continuing to fire stun spells at the approaching goblins, while running towards the blind fire dragon.

"Harry - Harry - what are you doing?" cried Hermione.

"Come up, climb up, come on—"

The dragon has not yet realized that it is free. Harry stepped on the crook of its hind legs and climbed onto the dragon's back. The scales were as hard as steel, and the dragon didn't seem to feel him. Harry stretched out an arm, Hermione jumped on it, and Ron climbed up and sat behind them. A second later, the dragon realized that the chains had broken.

Mad-Eye and Cedric were still helping them delay their pursuit, and Harry reached down to take them away.

"Sit in a dragon? Fly out?" Moody exclaimed, "I'll tell you, boy, since the last time I got hurt, I swore I'd never fly into the sky again."

"Run!" Cedric and Moody suddenly ran in the other direction, "leave us alone."

With a roar, the dragon stood up, spread its wings, and rose into the air. Now they have no choice but to bring two people. Harry clamped his knees, gripping the jagged dragon scales desperately, and the screaming goblins were knocked aside like bowling pins. The dragon rushed towards the exit of the corridor, Harry, Ron and Hermione lay on the dragon's back, rubbing their bodies to the top of the corridor. The chasing goblins threw daggers at the dragon one after another, and the daggers swept across its body.

"We can't get out, it's too big!" Hermione screamed, but the dragon opened its mouth with flames, blasting the tunnel, and the roof shattered and collapsed. The giant dragon scratched with brute force and rushed out all the way. Harry closed his eyes to avoid the dust and heat, and the crackling of stones and the roar of dragons were deafening. He could only hold on to the dragon's back tightly, worried that he would be thrown off at any time. Just then, he heard Hermione helping the dragon widen the passage, digging the top of the cave, and letting it rush into the fresh air above, away from the screaming dingy goblins. Harry and Ron followed her example, blasting the top of the cave with more digging spells. As they passed the subterranean lake, the slowly advancing dragon roared and seemed to sense the freedom and the space ahead, while the corridor behind them was swept away by the dragon's spiky tail, piles of rocks, and debris. The huge cracked stalactites are stuffed full. The goblins seemed to have waned, and ahead, the dragon's flames cleared the way for them—

Finally, relying on the brute force of the dragon and the effect of the spell, they blasted the corridor and entered the marble hall, the goblins and wizards screamed and ran to hide. The dragon finally found room to spread its wings, and its horned head turned to the door, smelling the cool air outside. It stepped out and squeezed through the metal door, Harry, Ron and Hermione still clutching its back. The deformed door wobbled on its hinges, and the dragon stumbled into Diagon Alley, then soared into the air.

There is no way to steer, the dragon can't see the direction, and Harry knows that if it rolls over or makes sharp turns in mid-air, they can't continue to hold its broad back. Yet as they rose higher and London lay below like a grey and green map, Harry's heart filled with gratitude for his death. He crouched on the dragon's neck, clutching the metallic scales, the cool breeze soothing his blistered skin, the dragon's wings flapping the air like the blades of a windmill. Behind him, out of joy or fear, Ron cursed incessantly, while Hermione seemed to sob.

After about five minutes, Harry was no longer so worried about the dragon throwing them down, it seemed to only want to get away from the dungeon. But the question of how and when to get down remains dire. He didn't know how long the dragon could keep flying, or whether the half-blind dragon could find a good place to land. He kept glancing around, vaguely feeling the scars sting...

How long before Voldemort knew they had broken into Lestrange's vault? How soon will the goblins from Gringotts inform Bellatrix? How soon will they find out what has been taken? Then, when they found out that the golden cup was missing? Voldemort will finally know they're hunting for Horcruxes...

The dragon seems to be hungry for cooler, fresher air. It kept rising, until it was flying over a frigid light cloud, and Harry could no longer see the little colored dots of cars passing in and out of the capital. They flew and flew, flying over patches of green and brown country, where roads and rivers meandered like dim or glossy ribbons.

"Guess what it's looking for?" shouted Ron as they flew farther north.

"I don't know." Harry cried. His hands were numb from the cold, but he held onto the dragon scales tightly and dared not move. He'd been worried for a while, what would they do if they saw the coastline drifting below, if the dragon was heading out to sea? He was freezing cold, not to mention extremely hungry. He didn't know when the dragon last ate, it must be in need of food soon, right? What if it then realizes that there are three rather tasty living people on its back?

The sun slid a little further and the sky turned indigo. The dragon was still flying, its huge shadow like a cloud over the ground, and the city and the market town were far below them. Harry felt pain all over his body from holding on to the dragon's back.

"Yes