Ashes of Hogwarts

Ash hadn't seen such a bold dragon in a long time.

The last dragon that bared its teeth at him was when he was traveling to Huanyin City.

Poor Midiel was directly hammered into a puddle of dragon cake by Ash.

Ash took a step, arched his whole body backward, and raised the dragon-hunting spear high.

The Ukrainian iron belly landed on a huge stalactite column.

It narrowed its eyes and stared at Ash.

It felt a strong threat from this person.

This human must be killed, otherwise it would be impossible for him to escape from here.

for freedom!

The magic power in the fire dragon's body agitated, and it flapped its wings crazily, creating bursts of smoke and dust in the cave dwelling.

It soared into the sky and flew towards Ash in a perfect dive.

In its throat, a warm and manic dragon's breath was gathering momentum.

It swore with the dignity of its fire dragon that it had never flown in such a graceful manner in its life.

An aesthetic full of power and violence.

Ash narrowed his eyes.

While the surrounding goblins were retreating, he stood there alone, his body like a bow.

Just like Hercules who shot Hydra in ancient times.

There is no one blocking the front, except for a fool-like guy holding a spear in an attempt to stop him.

The dragon's breath that has been brewing for a long time in Ukraine's iron belly finally bursts out.

With the joy of being unchained, the joy of freedom is about to come.

All you need to do is kill the human who finally blocked you and rush out of the hole!

Ash exhaled, his belt moving, his heart moving with him.

He threw the dragon hunting spear in his hand violently.

The golden spear cut through the void with roaring wind and thunder, illuminating the dim basement.

Chi~

The dragon-hunting spear sank into the rough rock ceiling with its handle like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The iron belly of Ukraine died with its longing for freedom without even uttering its final cry.

Its brain was directly destroyed by the power of wind and thunder attached to the dragon hunting spear, and it could not even think about it at the end.

The huge dragon body lost its support and crashed to the ground from mid-air.

Ash could clearly see the chains tightly tightening its flesh.

The iron chain was engraved with vicious curse runes, and it was not difficult to guess that it was a method used by Gringotts to control the fire dragon.

Ash was a little silent.

He felt that the Duke might have just brainwashed the fire dragon a little bit, without even using special means.

The fire dragon's own resentment for being imprisoned for so long would cause it to go berserk the moment the Duke frees it from its shackles.

Then, kill every goblin you see.

Ash looked towards the corner.

The unconscious old goblin was abandoned when his friends were escaping, and was just photographed by the falling fire dragon's claws.

Now it has become a puddle of meat.

It can be considered that it avenged itself before leading the death.

At the entrance of the passage, the Aurors finally arrived belatedly.

A goblin poked his head out from around the corner. After seeing that the fire dragon was dead, he suddenly became brave.

He screamed like he had lost something precious.

The goblin pushed away the Auror Office Director who was talking to Ash and knelt in front of the fire dragon's corpse.

He cried in sorrow and howled in despair.

It's like his biological father died.

"This is the fire dragon that has protected Gringotts for hundreds of years. You have to pay for it!"

His hands stained with snot and tears tried to grab the corner of Ash's clothes, but were kicked by Rufus Stringer.

"Get away, old Jack. Mr. Losric just saved your Gringotts. If it weren't for him, you would be useless. You actually have the nerve to ask for compensation."

Stringer felt that these goblins who only had money in mind were hopelessly stupid.

You were submissive when facing the fire dragon, but you dared to strike hard when facing Lothric?

This gentleman had just killed a fire dragon that dozens of goblins could do nothing about.

Just one trick!

Stringer had to admit that he was really shocked when he saw Ash hunting the fire dragon on the surveillance camera.

He believed that even Dumbledore would not be able to hunt down a fire dragon that was in a berserk state and had magic armor attached to it by someone so easily.

The wizarding world always respects the strong.

Such as Voldemort back then.

The fairies were still chattering reluctantly.

More and more people gathered inside Gringotts, and reporters from various newspapers tried to bribe the Aurors to let themselves into the scene.

Gringotts is stolen, and the Order of Merlin First Class holder hunts the dragon.

Each one is headline-worthy news.

"Actually, I also want to ask Gringotts for an explanation."

Ash laughed, looking very treacherous.

"An explanation! You killed our dragon, and you still want to ask us for an explanation!" The old goblin became hysterical.

In their logic, Ash should be responsible for all this.

You still have to pay the dragon's money.

As soon as these words came out, the Aurors present frowned.

Rita Skeeter, who had squeezed into the scene through a gap, was full of joy, and her automatic quill kept writing something on the paper.

"Attention, first of all, as a customer who comes to handle business, I got involved in your fight for no reason."

Anyway, the goblins who just saw him were shot to death, so Ash can say whatever he wants.

"Secondly, as a recipient of the First Class Medal of Merlin, such an accident happened when I came here. I suspect that some people have evil intentions towards me, an excellent wizard. After all, everyone knows that goblins and wizards It has something to do with it, haha..."

"That's enough, we are willing to compensate!"

The old goblin spoke helplessly.

He couldn't let Ash talk anymore, otherwise Gringotts might no longer have business in the future.

Ash Lothric is still very influential in the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, these two items alone were enough for the reporters present to talk at length.

Scrimgeour nodded.

This old guy is quite aware of current affairs.

Otherwise, if Lothric gets into trouble and knocks down Gringotts with one punch, will he turn a blind eye or turn a blind eye?

So confused.

After receiving the old goblin's reply, Ash patted the fire dragon's body on the ground with satisfaction.

"I want it."

The fire dragon corpse is a good thing.

There are various magical biological materials on the body, as well as a large amount of edible meat.

It's okay, it can be used for resurrection.

In Ash's backpack, a weak soul with red flames was slowly burning.

Since killing Death's clone, Ash has been able to sense the souls of creatures in this world.

There is no need for them to be contaminated with the profoundness first.

"What, you want a fire dragon? It's impossible. Gringotts will pay you at most five thousand gold galleons, no, four thousand, no, three thousand!" The old goblin was furious.

This is the real lion's mouth.

For such a huge loss to Gringotts, apart from the manpower loss, the rest of the financial losses could be covered by selling the fire dragon's body.

"Okay, okay, it's not easy to watch you. How can I have the nerve to ask for the fire dragon and then charge you three thousand gold galleons. I'll ask you to help me donate that money to the Magical Orphans Relief Society." Ash waved his hand to stop him. The old goblin's next words casually put the fire dragon into his backpack.

"I'll ask Director Scrimgeour to help supervise the donation."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Scrimgeour suppressed a smile and watched Ash leave.

He guessed right, this Lord was not someone to be bullied.