There was actually someone on the Dragon's back!
Kingsley's first reaction was that it was a Goblin Dragon tamer, but he quickly noticed that the figure's proportions did not match a Goblin at all.
Goblins are short and stocky, with arms almost as long as their bodies and hands that can nearly drag on the ground.
However, the shadowy figure in front of him had a very well-proportioned body, more than suitable to be a display mannequin in a robe shop.
Kingsley wanted to see his face more clearly, but he soon noticed that the man on the Dragon's back seemed to be dodging someone's attacks.
Those terrifying Dark Arts spells broke through the flames and shot towards the Dragon like burning projectiles spewing thick smoke.
The aging Dragon was struggling to evade, but fortunately the person on its back cast a protective spell.
The spells exploded on their own just as they were about to hit the Dragon.
The missed spells scattered, making the cave tremble incessantly. Large rocks shattered, and flying debris pierced the steel tracks like shotgun pellets.
Now Kingsley knew what that terrible tremor earlier had been about.
But this surprised him even more.
One person's spell could cause such a strong shockwave that the entire Gringotts was shaking.
If he had not known that Dumbledore was currently at Hogwarts and that the Dark Lord had disappeared, he would have almost thought that the two strongest wizards were fighting in the cave at this moment.
Elijah rode the Dragon as the damp wind of the cave rushed at him.
Minutes earlier, they had been fighting in the secret vault.
Voldemort had cast many spells, but none could break through Elijah's defenses. Elijah's attacks had little effect on Voldemort.
He had underestimated Voldemort's abilities, but similarly, Voldemort had also underestimated him.
Neither of them could do anything to the other.
Then the secret vault's defense mechanism activated, and giant stone statues rose from the water-like floor, attacking Elijah and Voldemort indiscriminately.
Of course, the statues were not a threat to them. Both of them almost simultaneously shot a spell and shattered it.
But due to the appearance of the statues, the secret vault began to collapse.
At the same time, the Dragon went berserk.
It breathed fire and roared.
Seeing this, Elijah unhesitatingly used a spell to blast the ground beneath Voldemort's feet, then quickly cast a counter-spell to a flying charm, forcing Voldemort to remain in the secret vault.
He himself took advantage of the chaos to mount the Dragon's back and flew straight out.
After rushing out of the secret vault, he did not forget to blast the secret vault's door, allowing the collapsing structure to completely bury Voldemort.
However, Elijah did not think it would be so easy to deal with Voldemort.
In fact, it only took Voldemort a dozen seconds to break the counter-spell to the flying charm.
It was a spell he had invented himself, so breaking it was naturally simple.
As for the rubble blocking him, it could also be solved with just one spell.
He directly blasted open the passage with fire.
That crimson Fiendfyre was simply the anger that had solidified in Voldemort's chest.
At this moment, he had lost most of his form like poisonous smoke in a raging fire. His entire being was enveloped in a black mist.
He rushed out of the flames, chasing the trail of Elijah and the Dragon. His wand shot out one attack after another.
In the dark cave, they looked like constantly flashing signal lights.
"Fight back, Elijah! Is that all you've got?" he shrieked. His voice echoed through the cave.
"Let me see your Ancient Magic!"
Voldemort provoked him constantly. His mood was complex at this moment.
On one hand, he was annoyed and irritated that he had not been able to take down Elijah for so long. The time he had spent had far exceeded his expectations. On the other hand, he was excited by Elijah's current power.
He had already seen that the lightning Elijah had released earlier was most likely Ancient Magic.
It must be said, its power was indeed astonishing.
It could even wrap around the body to block his Dark Arts attacks.
He was very jealous and longed to possess the same power.
And his voice also reached the ears of Kingsley and the other Aurors.
The Black wizard's face was even darker than before.
It was Tom Riddle again.
All the troubles lately seemed to have been caused by this Tom Riddle.
Of course, he called himself Elijah.
But no matter what his name was, what mattered was that he was everywhere.
The Chamber of Secrets attack, the Azkaban breakout, the Scotland Highlands incident, and now Gringotts.
As for his fellow escapee, Sirius Black was much more well-behaved.
And Kingsley had heard rumors that Black's case might be overturned.
His mind did not have time to think too much, because the Goblins shamelessly threw the blame back at them once again.
"It's Tom Riddle! That brutal escaped convict! He killed our kin! Now he's broken into our vault! Why didn't you arrest him sooner?" The Goblin widened his bulging eyes and roared through gritted teeth.
He cursed the Ministry of Magic's Aurors as useless and the wizards as idlers, saying that if Goblins controlled the magic world, such things would never happen.
They did not consider that the Ministry of Magic simply could not interfere with Gringotts' affairs.
However, Kingsley at least felt that they were right about one thing.
That is, once Goblins controlled the magic world, wizards would absolutely not be allowed to possess wands.
Naturally, there would be no incidents of wizards breaking into Gringotts.
The battle in the cave continued.
The Dragon flew higher and higher, almost reaching the top level.
Kingsley's heart was in his throat, but suddenly he saw the black shadow chasing behind unleash a terrifying spell.
Then the spell hit the protective charm around the Dragon.
It should have been blocked, he thought.
However, the situation seemed different from what he expected. The Dragon, for some reason, folded its wings and plummeted downward.
He watched in horror, but Elijah, standing on the Dragon's back, remained unperturbed.
The Dragon had not been hit. He was actively piloting it downward.
Voldemort had caused him so much trouble. How could he not return a grand gesture?
He was not worried about the danger of fighting Voldemort.
Voldemort had forcibly possessed that Dark wizard, and now he was engaged in such high-intensity combat. That Dark wizard's body would not last much longer.
In a prolonged battle, the ultimate victor would only be Elijah.
He tilted his head slightly.
A bright black slash of wind passed by his ear, blowing his hair and illuminating his pupils.
Even without hitting, it made Elijah's ear tips sting.
This spell was very similar to the Severing Charm, or Sectumsempra. It was likely a modified version of that spell.
Voldemort had reduced the number of blades and greatly enhanced its power.
One strike left a deep gash in the top of the cave.
Elijah stomped on the Dragon's spine, and a rope conjured from his wand lassoed the Dragon.
He held the rope in one hand and a lightning spear in the other.
The Dragon swooped down toward Voldemort like a train car smashing head-on.
Elijah held the lightning like a god.
Crackle!
A tearing roar echoed through every corner of the cave.
When the lightning was thrown, it instantly became the only light in the cave.