"Hold on." Bill urged as he blasted a hole above them for the dragon to get through. Somehow, and Draco's brain had stopped working at some point to make sense of things, the dragon seemed to understand that freedom was in its near future. Because it kept roaring and clawing to higher altitudes while shooting bursts of flames to clear its path. Bill and Potter both blasted more rocks and shit out of the way and then all of a sudden, Draco spotted the gilded chandelier of the marble entrance of Gringotts.