Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The giant dragon at the entrance curiously picked at the rolling gold with its claws; its scales and ancient magic made it immune to the gold's heat.

However... Nietzsche suddenly realized something:

Why would I be so foolish as to search for the Horcrux?

This idea was immediately transformed into cold, fiery flames. The flames, powerful enough to devour all living beings and magic, fell where the lightsaber was swung, forming a gigantic rune serpent.

The giant serpent opened its three mouths wide, devouring all the treasures before it. Gold poured into its throat and then dripped onto the ground as liquid from its belly, swirling around Nietzsche while also swirling up other treasures in the surrounding area.

Like a snake swallowing and spitting out gold and silver treasures, it then rolls up other treasures and swallows them again, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Finally, Nietzsche, holding his wand, parted the golden sea in the manner of Moses parting the sea.

At the end of that passage where flames and gold intertwined, he saw a small golden cup, slightly cracked from being scorched by the fire, still lying there—the cup that had once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff.

"Wait...something's not right!" The sound of the cart outside stopped; the fairy seemed to have noticed something was amiss.

"What's wrong?" Narcissa asked, following closely behind.

"I smell it..." The fairy seemed to sniff, paused, and continued, "Gold! I smell treasure! Please step back! Good heavens, one of the dragon's arms has broken free of its restraints!"

The footsteps outside Lestrange's vault grew closer, followed by several clanging sounds, like the crisp sound of a hammer forging a sword.

Even more deadly, the sound seemed to have triggered the dragon's trauma, causing it, which had been guarding the entrance, to tremble and retreat.

"Get ready!" Nietzsche hooked the gold cup with one hand and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, while with the other hand he controlled the gold and gems, which had been melted into liquid by the fire, to rush out of the vault like molten lava bursting through the earth's crust.

However, before leaving, he had a plan—he used a copying charm and the surrounding gold to create a replica of the Hufflepuff cup, and engraved a '?' on the bottom of the cup.

This rune is 'Buffalo', which also translates to 'Guide of Fate', simply put, it means easy to track.

Nietzsche casually tossed the Hufflepuff Cup replica into a puddle of molten liquid, dusted himself off, and with a light leap, used magic to propel himself onto the gilded dragon's back.

The scalding gold liquid filled the entire lower passageway, and the fiery torrent melted away the heavy shackles on the dragon's body.

After a one-second delay, the old, senile dragon realized it was free. It stood up, spread its wings, and lay on its back. Nietzsche, trying to hide himself, soon heard the goblin scream as it was burned by the splashing gold.

"The dragon has escaped! Help!" the fairy cried out in anguish from the ground.

Nietzsche poked his head out and, through the gaps in the flapping of his wings, could see that the goblin had been burned beyond recognition; half of his face was scalded, and gold had left deep, centipede-like scars.

However, this is not bad for the fairy, since no one can steal this part of the treasure from him.

"Don't chase after them!" Narcissa pulled the sobbing fairy back and said coldly, "I just want what's mine."

"But...but you see, all of these things have melted."

"Very well, then these meltable treasures are not what I'm looking for. Take me onward."

The dragon charged toward the entrance to the vault, its spiked tail thrashing violently, destroying the entire cart track and smashing the stalactites above it into pieces like bowling balls.

They leaped over the underground lake, passed over the thief-proof waterfall, and fireballs spewed from the dragon's throat like cannonballs, blasting a huge hole in the entrance and causing the goblins in the marble hall to scatter in panic.

It used its horns to pry open the gateposts blocking its way, and retaliated savagely against all the fairies here. Finally, it smashed through the half-covered gate, staggered into Diagon Alley, and took to the air amidst surprised and panicked gazes.

The remaining molten gold slid down the menacing keratinous layer and claws, solidified rapidly in mid-air, and finally landed as gold particles.

"By Merlin..." Fletcher looked up at the golden rain falling with the flapping of the fire dragon's wings and exclaimed, "Since we've succeeded, then my reward... Ah! This is my reward!"

He was the first to react; he snatched the hat from a wizard next to him.

He's struck it rich! These are all genuine gold nuggets, enough for him to enjoy himself in the Muggle world for two or three months.

"Those are our gold, hey!" The two fairy guards at the door tried to stop these people, but they also crawled on the ground to snatch the solidified gold nuggets.

"Get lost!" Fletcher kicked them away, grabbed a large handful of gold, and ran off.

He never imagined that the thief would dare to kidnap a dragon... Ah, no, he meant, what's the difference between this and robbery?

Actually, upon closer examination, there is a difference—neither he nor Nietzsche were discovered.

A dragon that once guarded the gold broke free of its chains, destroyed the deepest part of Gringotts, and inflicted heavy wounds on the goblins.

As for the conman Fletcher and the thief Nietzsche... sorry, they were honest men.

Chapter 377 The Brainless and the Unhappy

Although the dragon could not see the direction, Nietzsche was able to use magic to guide it forward, without worrying about it crashing into any buildings or suddenly falling to the ground.

This was a trick he used to use with Smaug, but since there were no reins, he had to put in a little more effort: gently press the area below the dragon's throat with magic, near the soft scales on its chest.

At first, the dragon resisted a little, but after about five minutes it got used to the feeling of being stroked...

"No, no, no, it's just a dragon." Nietzsche shook his head, which was wandering off into thought, and suppressed those wonderful fantasies.

A cool breeze soothed him, and the cotton candy-like white clouds around him gradually extinguished the excitement in his heart. Only after the dragon was far away from the city and the dungeon did it spread its wings and start gliding, gliding through the green and brown mountains.

Nietzsche gripped the Hufflepuff cup tightly, breathing in the damp air in large gulps.

Now Narcissa should have obtained the replica of the Hufflepuff Cup, which she will surely hand over to her son... Nietzsche certainly remembered the Malfoys' protection of Draco, especially in their current state of decline.

From Lucius leading the attack on the Ministry of Magic to Narcissa replacing Bellatrix now.

The Hufflepuff Cup is a ticket, a ticket for Draco to escape Britain and join the Death Eaters. The timid and cautious Voldemort would not refuse it; he would prefer someone to take the Horcrux and fly away.

“Alright... next up is the Forbidden Forest…” Nietzsche lay on the dragon’s back, his hands gripping the gilded scales tightly.

As he watched the sky gradually turn cobalt blue, he remembered that the "Rathalos Raising Manual" mentioned that Norwegian Ridgebacks preferred aquatic creatures. Therefore, his Rathalos would probably wander off to the beach.

The horsemen always say that Smaug comes back to take a look from time to time, so it can't be too far from the Scottish Highlands. Based on the gathering of fire dragons and the distribution of Muggles, Smaug is roughly located off the west coast of Scotland.

The half-blind dragon felt the touch on its chest, tilted its body slightly, and began to change direction.

From cities to towns, and finally to fields and villages, all of this swept past Nietzsche. The shadow of the golden dragon crossed the Straits of Minster and North Minster, landing on a ring-shaped island before the sun disappeared below the coastline.

This is the desolate Hebrides Islands. The fire dragon ignored Nietzsche, who jumped off its body, and turned to rush to the middle of the shimmering freshwater lake to drink.

Nietzsche walked through the woods and lay down on the beach to rest for a while, but he never dared to let his guard down easily:

The dragons living in the Hebdiri Islands are naturally warlike, and each one needs at least a hundred miles of territory. Who knows if they have stumbled into the territory of one of the Hebdiri black dragons?

Meanwhile, he waited for a long time, and the golden dragon behind him went into the sea to hunt but did not find any suspicious figures. It was not until the sun had completely set that he was surprised to find that many black dragons seemed to deliberately avoid this area when they returned to their nests.

This was not a good sign, and Nietzsche's heart sank.

"Be careful!" he shouted to the giant dragon, which was burying its head in the seawater and swallowing fish.

Perhaps it had been locked in the dungeon for too long, because the dragon felt no threat from its surroundings... it even struggled to catch a fish.

It was only by the last rays of the setting sun that Nietzsche was able to discern that the dragon beneath the golden scales was actually a Ukrainian iron-bellied creature.

He turned his head and saw that the black dragons on the opposite bank were guarding their territory, dozens of pairs of bright purple eyes staring menacingly at them, yet they hesitated to move. This gave rise to an absurd thought in his mind:

'The dragons are watching this as a joke.'

How else can it be explained?

Dozens of black dragons stared at a vacant territory, knowing that there was only a wizard and a scarred golden fire dragon there, but they dared not come, preferring to fight their companions who were dozens of miles away.

Just as Nietzsche was on guard against the group of black dragons in front of him, a baby whale fell from the sky and crashed directly into the golden iron belly, splashing water like a small torpedo.

A giant dragon, much larger and more ferocious than the Ukrainian Iron Belly, swooped down and pinned its opponent to the beach with just its two claws, letting seawater pour into its fiery mouth.

This is a black dragon whose attack is as swift as a fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing bullet, but its back does not have sharp, vertical chitinous carapaces, and its tail does not have sharp spikes; instead, it is very smooth.

Clearly, it was a Norwegian Ridgeback, and Nietzsche had only ever seen one fire-breathing dragon of that size.

Before the fire dragon could pierce its golden iron belly through its head with its venomous fangs, he raised his wand and repelled it, then asked tentatively, "Smaug?"

Nietzsche was unsure because he hadn't seen the pearwood armor.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus flapped its wings and slowly turned its head at a speed unbecoming of combat, blinking its familiar orange-red eyes.

"Roar?" She pressed her left forelimb against the head of the iron belly and let out a confused roar.

"Is it really you?!" Nietzsche raised his wand high, the light from the Illumination Charm illuminating the 'Donut' Island. He pointed excitedly at his face and said, "I am Nietzsche! Yes, I am still alive!"

The fake mustache on his face had long been burned off during the Gringotts trip, revealing the... hypocritical, arrogant, extremely hypocritical, and somewhat messianic face beneath.

Of course, this wasn't Nietzsche's self-deprecation, but rather Smaug's way of expressing his reaction.

She first looked down at the golden iron belly that she had pinned down and could only weakly slap out waves. Under Nietzsche's gaze, she slightly loosened her grip and immediately and without hesitation spewed out scorching flames forward.

Through this flame, Nietzsche saw the anger, resentment, and unwillingness of his own dragon...

He had initially thought Smaug simply disliked his abrupt departure, like Hermione did, but judging from his subtle actions, it seemed he was venting his frustrations more.

The female Norwegian Ridgeback seemed to be saying, "And all that worry I had about you! You disappeared without a word after half a year, and on our first meeting, you brought another dragon into my territory?!"

Hmm... Although there is no dragon language in this world, that's roughly the meaning.

"Armor for protection!" Nietzsche said, holding his wand with both hands in a forward thrusting stance, using runic magic to ward off the flames. "I can explain! My dear, it's just my new friend!"

This flame was far superior to the Golden Iron Belly; it was not only hotter but also denser, scorching the sand in its path and casting shimmering silver light under the moonlight.

Nietzsche stared wide-eyed, thinking: This is probably a death wish for him.

But the flames were just a deception. Smaug gathered power in her hind legs, and the entire dragon charged forward at the tail of the flames. When the fire curtain dissipated, she was already in front of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche suddenly regretted it, and he even began to blame the centaurs in his heart—why did they teach so much nonsense?

However, he did not feel a violent impact. Instead, Smaug rushed in front of him and simply curled his tail around him gently, just like a lizard retracting its tail.

"Is it too late for me to admit my mistake now?" Nietzsche asked, dropping his wand with a sense of relief as his feet left the ground.

His worst fears came true. Sure enough, his dragon was even harder to tame than Hermione. It seemed like this was going to be a long battle.

Chapter 378 Fire Dragon's Support

The felled trees were used to build a simple campfire, with the Norwegian Ridgeback and the Golden Iron Belly coiled on either side of Nietzsche, listening to the beautiful hissing sound of the fat from the baby whale's flesh dripping onto the fire.

Dragons don't understand human speech, nor do they have the complex thoughts that humans do, but that doesn't affect their tacit understanding.

The cold sea breeze swept across the desolate Hebrides, causing Nietzsche to huddle closer to the dragon's claw. In this silent companionship, Smaug gradually lowered his guard.

"Fragmented to pieces---"

His spell was like a precise scalpel; under the influence of willpower, the juicy, tender meat was evenly divided into three portions.

The whale meat and fat are divided into many small squares, but connected to the tough, rubber-like skin. One bite reveals a rich, buttery flavor, and the texture is closer to beef.

To be honest, it didn't taste good.