Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Countless C4 bricks of explosives were detonated one after another, representing the hard work of generations of magical craftsmen at Gringotts.

The vault door that could defend against many kinds of dark magic was thus destroyed by Peter Pettigrew's massive attack of explosives.

Everything turned into a joke and a pile of powder. Countless gold galleons that had been sealed for many years were thrown high into the sky by the impact of the explosion.

A moment later, the entire bunker was filled with the sound of money raining down.

One after another, the glittering gold galleons hit the protruding parts of the cliffs, making pleasant sounds.

Peter Pettigrew stood on the edge of the protruding rock with his arms open as if he was enjoying the beautiful music.

Behind him, the little goblin, with half of his face covered with shoe prints, sat on the ground with despair in his eyes.

Looking at everything happening in front of him, he kept muttering to himself.

"Impossible, impossible, I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming!!"

The soft whisper gradually turned into a loud roar until a loud slap knocked the ugly guy to the ground.

Peter Pettigrew shook his aching left hand and frantically kicked the goblin that had collapsed on the ground.

While roaring angrily.

"What's impossible? Times have changed, you despicable idiots. Don't yell at me when I'm having the happiest time."

"Otherwise I could still shoot you away."

The goblin, who was curled up in the corner and enduring the brutal beating from the other party, seemed to be a little mentally broken at this time.

Yelled madly.

"You are finished. You have robbed the entire British wizarding world of its wealth. You will be hunted down by wizards from all over the world."

"The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic must be waiting for you outside. Even if you open these vaults, you won't be able to take away even a single Galleon."

"Oh! Is that so?" Peter Pettigrew stopped what he was doing and looked at the goblin who had fallen into madness.

Pretending to be thoughtful, he spoke in a tone of sudden enlightenment.

"Your words do remind me, although I don't agree with the first half of your sentence."

"But the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic may indeed be waiting for me outside. I must find a way to leave."

As he spoke, he looked down at his feet. In the deepest part of the bunker, a huge pale figure was tightly imprisoned there.

"There is a way." Peter Pettigrew pointed at the figure excitedly and looked at the goblin with joy on his face.

"Thank you so much, not only did you help me withdraw the money, but you also thoughtfully prepared a getaway car for me."

"Gringotts' service is indeed as good as its reputation. I must give you a high compliment."

After saying this, under the goblin's horrified gaze, Peter Pettigrew first used magic to gather the gold Galleons scattered throughout the bunker.

All were packed into the two open backpacks, and numerous gold coins were pulled by magic.

They converged into two golden streams, flowing from bottom to top like a backward waterfall, and automatically flew into the two mountaineering bags.

The whole process did not last too long. The two backpacks seemed to have limited capacity. After only half of the gold coins in the bunker were put in, they were basically full.

"Here's your fee." Peter Pettigrew took out a gold Galleon from his backpack and threw it in front of the goblin.

Then he hung the two backpacks on his body and tied them up, walked to the edge of the huge rock protrusion, opened his arms and jumped directly.

As the figure gradually approached, Peter Pettigrew took out a detonator for C4 explosives in the air.

With a light pinch, the C4 explosives that had been stuck to the dragon chain of the "Ukrainian Iron Belly" were removed.

They were all detonated directly, and the huge explosion tore the black chains into pieces. The broken iron rings scratched the dragon's skin like bullets.

The dragon was beaten until it was covered in blood, and the injured dragon let out a long roar towards the sky.

It flapped its huge wings and used its hands and feet to crawl towards the sky. In the process of crawling, it just happened to catch the falling Peter Pettigrew.

He grasped the dragon's wound with one hand and hung himself on the dragon's back, an action that only exacerbated the dragon's pain.

This made him crawl faster and faster.

On the other side, outside Gringotts, the ground stopped shaking and everyone was urging them to do it.

Under such circumstances, old Crouch could only urgently urge the Aurors to move towards Gringotts.

But just as the 10 Aurors took a few steps, they felt a violent vibration under their feet.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar was heard from deep within Gringotts, where the door was open.

"Everyone get down."

As soon as the roar stopped, old Crouch shouted loudly, commanding the wizards and Aurors who were still watching to get down quickly.

Just as they lay on the ground, a huge ball of orange-yellow flame directly overturned the roof of Gringotts.

Countless smoke, dust and rocks fell from the sky, and when everyone looked up.

The scene before him was simply indescribable. Old Crouch, with his face covered in dust, looked at the monster entrenched on the roof of Gringotts.

He asked the others in an incredulous tone.

"Am I just too old? Is that a giant dragon, a full grown Ukrainian ironbelly?"

"Mr. Barty Crouch, I don't want my money anymore, please keep me safe."

The wizard who was questioned looked in the direction of the other party's finger, his body shaking like a sieve, and the fear in his words was beyond words.

Even the wizards hiding in the first savings bank in the wizarding world began to get agitated, and people looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

"A fire dragon, a fire dragon rushing out from underground."

"Look at that dark shadow. That dark wizard can actually control a fire dragon."

The crowd began to shout uncontrollably and rioted. The wizards screamed and pushed desperately towards the gate.

Until a figure blocked their way.

"Please rest assured, as long as you are our customers, you are absolutely safe in this building."

"I guarantee it with my life, please go back and enjoy your snacks and drinks, there is no need to panic."

"Get out of the way!" The rioting crowd was completely unwilling to listen to these words. You have to know that it was a fire dragon, a fully grown Ukrainian Iron Belly.

This dragon, the largest in the wizarding world, might not be controllable even by 20 elite Aurors.

The earth-shaking roar awakened the deepest fear in people's hearts.

No matter how Mr. Renault dissuaded them, the frightened crowd still tried to leave on their own, and some people were ready to use magic to Apparate to leave.

But he found that spells could not be used in this building.

This time, the fear turned into anger and began to be vented towards Mr. Renault.

But he remained calm and elegant.

He said while looking at his hands with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry. To ensure the safety of your funds, magic is prohibited in this building."

"But you don't have to worry about your safety at all. I said that as long as you don't leave, you will always be safe."

While he was speaking, the dark wizard riding on the fire dragon cast magic in the air.

After saying a few words, "Dark Lord Peter Pettigrew," he turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The dragon lost control and immediately flew towards the crowd, but as soon as it approached the building.

Balls of deadly flames magically exploded on its body.