Hogwarts: My Spell Infinite Derivation

Chapter 45 A Great Harvest! The Fire Dragon's Transformation!

A surge of rage churned within Voldemort's heart.

The current state of the magical world was simply intolerable to him.

"Filthy, filthy, it stinks!"

"Once I reconstruct my physical body and cleanse myself, I will cleanse the entire magical world!"

"I will make the magical world great again!"

Voldemort then looked at the goblins who had surrounded him.

"I originally intended to conserve more of my strength, but seeing you lowly creatures, I simply cannot bear it any longer."

"Fairies are such lowly creatures, parasites that feed on the magical world, sucking its blood and playing with its gold. If I were in charge of the magical world, I would have wiped you all out long ago and turned you all into house-elves!"

The next moment, as if venting his anger, a torrent of flames erupted from the tip of Voldemort's wand, transforming into a tidal wave that swept in all directions—it was Fiendfyre!

As the raging flames spread, streaks of green light shot out, reaping the lives of the fairies like the Grim Reaper.

Until a high-pitched dragon roar exploded in the underground vault, and scorching flames swept towards Voldemort.

Voldemort also let out an angry snort, and with a flick of his wand, he tore open the dragon's breath along with its scales.

In an instant, dragon blood splattered, and the fire dragon's mournful howl resounded!

……

Inside Gringotts, a flying insect flew into the underground vault opened by the goblins and then transformed into Ciel's appearance.

A look of emotion appeared in Charles's eyes.

Normally, even with his superb Animagus transformation skills, breaking into Gringotts' underground vault wouldn't be so easy.

But now, with Voldemort leading the way, everything is going smoothly!

Upon entering the underground vault, Charles could already sense the intense magical aura emanating from ahead, and the ground trembled intermittently.

A moment later, everything returned to silence.

Charles carefully followed the passage and soon came to the scene of the battle that had broken out in the underground vault.

On the battlefield, the fairies lay dead everywhere, and the few survivors were in a deep coma, their faces filled with extreme terror, as if they were facing some kind of terrifying being.

As for Quirrell and Voldemort, they were no longer here; they had presumably gone deep into the underground vault to search for the Philosopher's Stone.

At that moment, Charles turned his gaze and saw a huge figure lying on the ground.

This is the guardian of Gringotts' underground vault—the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon.

But at this moment, it looked truly miserable.

A huge wound tore through its scales and flesh, from which dragon blood flowed continuously.

Even for dragons, this is an extremely serious injury, rendering them unable to fight.

Of course, even if it could still fight, after witnessing Voldemort's power, it's unlikely that this fire dragon would be able to drag its heavily injured body up and fight to the death for the fairies.

Feeling the exhaustion that surged through his body from massive blood loss, the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon closed his eyes.

Given the dragon's robust physique, such a wound would not be fatal, but it would certainly require a long period of sleep to heal.

But just then, it sensed a rustling sound, as if something small was approaching it.

Instantly, his orange vertical pupils widened again, glaring angrily at the offender who dared to disturb him.

The one who entered the Ukrainian Iron Belly Fire Dragon's defense perimeter was none other than Charles.

The Ukrainian Iron-Bellied Fire Dragon slowly raised its serpentine neck, a fierce glint in its eyes, as if it were about to tear Xia Er apart or burn him to ashes with its scorching dragon flames.

Charles looked at the Ukrainian Iron-Bellied Fire Dragon and made a mental estimate.

With Voldemort breaking the dragon's defenses, it shouldn't be difficult to kill the dragon by following the wounds left by Voldemort.

But look at this fire dragon.

The dragon scales covering its entire body, the dragon blood that can regenerate indefinitely, even the dead skin on its claws...

Those are all magical ingredients, an excellent source of deduction points.

Kill him? What a waste!

If you can maintain a good relationship with it, and occasionally bleed it a little or rub off some of its skin, wouldn't your deduction points increase rapidly?

Immediately, with a sincere expression, Xia Er pointed to the wounds on the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon's body.

"Mr. Fire Dragon, you're injured, it must hurt a lot. I can help you stop the bleeding."

The fire dragon seemed to understand Sharl's words, perhaps because Sharl looked like a child, and its wariness wasn't as strong.

Moreover, the constant blood loss did indeed make it very tired and weak.

The fierce glint in its eyes gradually faded, and it gazed at Ciel, as if tacitly agreeing to Ciel's offer to treat it.

A look of delight crossed Ciel's face as he waved his wand.

Immediately, a huge funnel was placed on the wound of the Ukrainian Iron-Bellied Fire Dragon.

Below the funnel, a huge glass bottle was conjured up by Charles, and dragon blood was continuously flowing into it through the funnel.

The fire dragon stiffened for a moment, and a look of confusion appeared in its eyes, almost like a human's.

???

Is this supposed to stop the bleeding?

Where can you use a funnel to stop bleeding?

Charles replied very sincerely.

"Mr. Fire Dragon, I know you are very skeptical, but please think about it carefully. Before, you had such a big wound that was bleeding, but now the funnel is stuck to the wound, and the bleeding area is just a small funnel opening."

"Tell me, hasn't the area of ​​bleeding decreased?"

The fire dragon stood there, its eyes darting around, as if it were using its intelligence to think.

Yes, the area of ​​bleeding seems to have decreased, which seems to make sense.

At this point, Charles continued.

"Besides, I'm collecting dragon blood for you, Mr. Fire Dragon."

"If we don't collect the blood, isn't it just letting it flow into the ground for nothing?"

"We'll collect it in a bottle, and you can drink it later to replenish your blood. Rounding it up, isn't that practically the same as not bleeding at all?"

"Do you think that makes sense?"

The fire dragon suddenly realized.

indeed!

That makes so much sense!

As expected of a human child, although his magic power is insufficient to stop his bleeding, he actually came up with such a good method.

How clever!

The Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon looked at Sharl, its gaze softening, and it obediently lay down, lowering its guard against Sharl.

Human cubs.

nice guy!

Soon, the large glass bottle that Charles conjured was filled with five large bottles of dragon blood.

At this moment, the dragons' powerful self-healing ability was fully demonstrated; the wound had congealed into a blood clot and was no longer bleeding.

Only then did Charles reluctantly put away all the leaky glass and bottles.

These five large vials of dragon blood are more than enough to allow him to complete the first fire dragon transformation of the magical Animagus.

The remaining points can be recycled as deduction points, a huge profit!

However, at this moment, Charles also heard a series of footsteps coming from the entrance above.

It seems that news of Gringotts' actions has spread, and reinforcements are on their way.

In fact, Charles could have left already, but he turned to look deep into the underground vault.

Voldemort must have already opened Dumbledore's vault, but having not found the Philosopher's Stone, and not wanting the other materials in the vault, he certainly wouldn't have taken them.

But Charles would be interested; that's one of Dumbledore's treasures!

It just so happens that Voldemort can take the blame for this, so why not?

Immediately afterwards, a high-frequency laser shot out from the tip of the Char Wand, slashing towards the shackles on the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon.

In the original story, Harry and his friends' spells could break the chains, so Ciel's high-frequency laser spell would naturally work as well.

In an instant, the iron chain clanged and fell to the ground.

Ukraine's Iron Belly stared wide-eyed, tried to move its body, and found that the constraints that had once bound it had vanished.

Charles patted the hand of the Ukrainian Iron Belly.

"Hey, you're getting it for free, fly!"

"I've memorized your scent. I'll come visit you sometime when I have time!"

The Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon snorted, sparks flying, clearly overjoyed, and its gaze towards Charles softened considerably.

Then, it spread its wings, seemingly oblivious to its weakness and fatigue.

The fire dragon flapped its wings and took flight, its flames shooting forward into the passage!

The sound of hurried footsteps approaching from afar immediately halted, as the entire deployment was disrupted by the actions of the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ciel transformed into a bird and flew forward along the underground vault passage at top speed.

In a short while, he saw the vault numbered 713 with its doors wide open.

Voldemort and Quirrell have already left, and the vault without the Philosopher's Stone holds no appeal for Voldemort.

But the sheer variety of materials remaining inside made Charles's breathing quicken.

Charles took out several boxes that he had prepared beforehand and applied the Unseen Stretching Charm to them. He quickly packed up everything in Vault 713 and took it with him.

Then, with a loud bang, Ciel Apparated and disappeared from the scene.

When he hurriedly returned to his room at the Leaky Cauldron, looking at the box filled with dragon blood and precious magical materials, only one thought remained in Charles's mind.

"We've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich!"

"All those paupers in Knockturn Alley combined aren't worth as much as Dumbledore's treasury!"

He took a deep breath, shifting his gaze from the precious magical materials to the five large bottles of dragon blood.

"Magic Animagus, Fire Dragon Transformation..."

"I am coming!"

The next moment, Charles uncorked the bottle, gulped down a mouthful of dragon blood, and roared in his mind.

"Deep Blue, analyze this for me!"

(End of this chapter)