In a small grove in Cornwall, several wizards, bundled up tightly, hurried along with their suitcases.
Their faces were alight with obvious excitement.
After all, they knew that the suitcases they had snatched contained materials from a full ten dragons!
In the wizarding world, materials from dragons were never cheap.
Even dragon dung was considered a rather precious material for alchemy and potions.
The materials from ten dragons, even if split evenly, would be enough for each of them to live comfortably for a lifetime!
However, amidst their excitement, the thought of the pursuit they would face next cast a shadow over their hearts.
"We stole from the Romanian Dragon Reserve, they won't let us off."
"And the British Ministry of Magic will definitely launch a massive search."
"Do you think we can make it to the other side?"
In response, the leading wizard sneered, revealing an extraordinary confidence.
"Stop scaring yourselves."
"The Dragon Reserve is indeed powerful, and it's said to be connected to vampires, but once we're out of Romania, their influence will shrink significantly."
"As for the British Ministry of Magic, isn't it widely known to be run by incompetents?"
"So many things have happened in Britain recently, Dark Wizards, Gringotts being robbed, and we haven't seen the British Ministry of Magic make any significant moves. They are truly nothing to worry about."
"Of course, in the past, a buyer with the ability to purchase ten dragons at once was someone no one wanted to provoke."
"Not to mention those who buy dragon materials in large quantities, they are either Potions Masters, Alchemists, or even certain dragon research organizations."
"God knows what they could do if we provoked them."
"But this transaction is different. I've found out that the one buying the dragon materials isn't an Alchemist, not a Potions Master, and certainly not some research organization. It's just an eleven-year-old little wizard."
At this point, the leading wizard's expression grew even more smug.
"An eleven-year-old little wizard, maybe he has some status and wealth, but to us, he's the softest target."
"We might not get an opportunity like this for years, even decades. If we don't squeeze him, who will we squeeze?"
"Stealing his dragon materials is better than stealing from those tough characters. Can he really come running over here to reason with us?"
The wizard waved his wand dismissively.
"We can't beat those Potions Masters and Alchemists, but we can't beat an eleven-year-old little wizard?"
"If he really comes, I'll give him a good lesson on behalf of his parents, and let him know what it means to be utterly wicked!"
His decisive words rang out, causing the other wizards to chuckle as well. Their confidence soared, and their pace quickened.
After running a bit further, they would reach the pre-arranged Portkey location and escape far away using the Portkey.
By then, wealth and glory would be waiting for them!
But as they ran, these wizards suddenly felt a strange sensation.
"Do you feel like the sky is a bit darker than before?"
"Yeah, it's so strange. Since just now, it feels like a shadow has been covering us."
"And I think I heard the sound of a dragon flapping its wings?"
The few of them exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked up at the sky. They saw a juvenile Ukrainian Ironbelly spreading its wings in the sky, already above them.
Its six or seven-meter wingspan cast a shadow that perfectly enveloped them.
The pupils of these few people constricted slightly, feeling a sense of incomprehension.
"A dragon?"
"Following us here?"
"What's going on?!"
Among them were employees of the Dragon Reserve and hunters of magical creatures. They knew the habits of dragons too well.
How could a Ukrainian Ironbelly appear in this place?
And how could it possibly have been following them all along?
This didn't make sense!
The wizards stopped one after another, drew their wands, their expressions solemn, and stood on guard.
In the air, this Ukrainian Ironbelly was naturally Charle, who had used the Animagus spell.
He had Apparated from St. Mungo's Hospital to the place closest to Cornwall that he had visited before, then transformed into his dragon form. Relying on the scent from a piece of cloth he had taken from Bill, he had tracked them all the way here.
At this moment, seeing the wizards hurrying through the small grove below, Charle's eyes churned with coldness.
"You stole my things and you still want to run?"
"It's always been my place, Charle's, to steal from others, never for others to steal from me!"
A low dragon roar echoed above the small grove.
Among the wizards, several of them looked towards one particular wizard.
He was the only one among them who had learned Dragon Tongue and could understand the meaning of dragon roars.
Now facing Charle, who had transformed into a fire dragon, they felt uncertain and desperately needed a translator.
"Quick, translate what this fire dragon is saying!"
The wizard who understood Dragon Tongue was stunned for a moment, then quickly translated.
"This fire dragon says we stole its things."
"It also says that it has always been Charle who steals from others, and no one who steals from it can leave alive."
Upon hearing this, the leading wizard was taken aback.
"Wait a minute, what did you say its name is?"
"Charle? It says its name is Charle?"
A look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on the wizard's face.
"If I remember correctly, the little wizard who bought the dragon materials we stole this time was named Charle."
"Don't tell me this fire dragon is Charle."
The wizards fell silent, then one by one their eyes widened as they looked at the leading wizard.
"Boss, didn't you just say that you should pick the soft persimmons to squeeze, and that Charle was that soft persimmon?"
"He's come knocking! Boss, quickly teach him a lesson and let him know what it means to be utterly vicious!"
The leading wizard felt like he had been screwed over.
"What kind of world is this?"
"No, you're a fire dragon, and you've learned to order things using newspapers, and you're buying dragon materials from the Romanian Dragon Reserve? What the hell are you trying to do?"
"You even left a message saying you're eleven years old?"
"Eleven years old?!"
However, after the feeling of his worldview being completely messed up, the wizard raised his wand and calmed down from his panic.
So what if it's a fire dragon?
Fire dragons are slaughtered every day at the Romanian Dragon Reserve. Adult fire dragons are even tamed and kept on chains by wizards, let alone a young dragon like this?
Compared to Alchemists and Potions Masters with their endless methods and vast connections, this was the softest persimmon.
His gaze turned cold.
"Charle, is it?"
"I admit we stole your dragon materials, but you, a young dragon, dare to overestimate yourself and come knocking?"
The wizard sneered, a ferocious expression appearing on his face.
"I've worked at the Romanian Dragon Reserve for many years and have personally slaughtered no less than ten adult fire dragons."
"My spells have pierced the scales of the fiercest fire dragons, and the wails of fire dragons are wrapped around me."
"You think you're the predator at the top of the food chain?"
"No, no, no, meeting me means your death is imminent."
He raised his wand and pointed it at Charle's dragon body.
"I'll show you what cruelty is!"
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