Hogwarts, HMS Hyperion.

The mechanical take-off and landing of the elevator gradually stopped, and the metal door to the bridge swirled open like flower petals, and the supreme fairy queen, the third generation of the Dark Lord...... Elena Kaslana and her newly recruited lieutenant appeared at the door.

As the metal door opened, Elena stroked her hair nonchalantly.

As a rare half-breed girl in the wizarding world, Elena's unique bloodline is the most reliable way to authenticate.

Whether it's a polyjuice potion, a magic shapeshift, a disillusionment spell...... None of this simulates her peculiar magical fluctuations - to be precise, whether the other party is a pure human wizard, a pure-blooded girl, or even another half-blood girl.

According to Paracelsus's speculation, due to the frequent and intensive use of Runemo, and the strength of her soul and mind far exceeding that of most wizards, Elena exhibited an 'evolutionary phenomenon' that could not be replicated:

In terms of physical growth, Elena completely follows the trajectory of a pure-blooded girl, and may not enter adolescence until more than ten years later.

However, on the other hand, the increase in the mana in the girl's body was increasing at the rate of human wizard growth, and only one school year had passed, and in terms of the total amount of mana, she had already surpassed the level of many seventh-year graduates.

As her long, shimmering silver hair shimmered with a pale golden glow swept through the air, a ripple of magic rippled.

At the same time, a pre-recorded recording of magic sounded automatically in the bridge.

“Captain on the bridge！”

All the wizards and goblins on the bridge subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

As the captain of the Hyperion, Elena has absolute authority on the bridge, and both Dumbledore and Grindelwald are slightly lower in rank than her, even if the ship is now moored over Hogwarts.

"Stand behind me, look more, think more, ask less, and especially...... Don't look too surprised. ”

Elena rubbed the head of the little Russian witch who was a little shorter than her, narrowed her eyes happily, and took the girl's hand as she walked to the captain's command platform at the highest point of the bridge, and whispered meaningfully

"Are you ready for a new world?" ”

Before the curious look in Irina Ivanovic's eyes emerged, I saw the third generation of the Dark Lord, the Supreme Goblin Empress, and the captain of the Hyperion with a solemn expression on his face, looking around at the "crew" on the bridge below, and said in a deep voice:

"Close the bridge shading, turn on the stratospheric optical stealth, activate the hull shield, unfold the no-phantom migration enchantment, prepare for the first launch of the Ruby anti-ship missile system, prepare for the first launch of the AK-630 six-barreled gun, and prepare for the first launch of the AK-630 six-barreled gun......"

Accompanied by Elena's voice, the metal protective walls around the bridge emitted a series of mechanical sounds of metal turning and snapping, and the "wall" that originally resembled a steel house gradually sank, revealing the outermost panoramic tempered glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

A light blue curtain of magical light flashed quickly outside the window.

Irina Ivanovich subconsciously covered her mouth, and finally managed to restrain the scream she almost made, and looked around the bridge with a shocked expression that lingered in thin clouds, and the distant mountains were as short as mounds of earth.

Irina Ivanovich glanced at the huge magic light curtain that gradually unfolded on the captain's command platform, red, green, black, and blue lines interlaced in mid-air to form a vivid model of the ship's hull, like a waterfall constantly beating and changing numbers, Russian characters, English characters made her feel dazzled.

If the Hogwarts castle model below is the right scale......

There is no doubt that this is not a large magic passenger ship as she and her father imagined, or an unknown long-distance magic teleportation room, or an ordinary "school bus" or "fishing boat", this is simply ......

A city in the sky forged by steel, magic, and technology.

A, armed to the teeth, a fortress of war.

"All calibration time, ready for the first jump in ten minutes-"

Glancing at the panels of the various weapon systems being activated, Elena continued with a calm expression.

"Record: The operation was codenamed 'The Great Leningrad Retreat'. First Jump Destination, 50°1′42"N, 45°27′34"W, Outer Port of Nikolaev, Ukraine. Let's take the heroes of this world ...... Rescue!"

............

Russia, on the outskirts of St. Petersburg.

Lomon Losov house.

In the darkness of the night, a tidal wave of spells flew towards the Lomon Losov family house from all directions.

The invisible magical barrier was fully revealed at this time, and the spell slammed into the light curtain with a deafening sound, and the blue-white magic sparks exploded, rippling layers of ripples, looking like crumbling bubbles in a storm.

The battle has been going on for almost half an hour.

It may be a very short moment compared to the offensive and defensive battles of the non-magical world that can take days, months, or even years, but in the magical world, this is already an extremely long battle.

"Hell...... It's only been half an hour......"

Lomonosov asked breathlessly, and a sharp pain began to rise in his chest again.

No matter how careful they are, any wizard who is contaminated with the "Death of the Wizard", every time they cast magic, they will inevitably stimulate themselves, thus causing the already fragile body to begin to "repair itself".

"As I've said before, your smartest option is to follow the kids to the safe house......"

Kurt Meier glanced at his old rival, and with a nimbly flick of his wand, a flash of red light struck the chest of a goblin through the curtain of light—the magic of these elves was the most annoying compared to wizards.

"If you continue to perform magic at this intensity, you may have killed yourself before our support arrives...... Of course, the more likely is to lose consciousness and add a bunch of trouble to the therapists by the way. ”

"Therapist?support?ha- I don't believe in fairy tales-ha-"

Lomonosov grinned, as if intending to let out a rather disdainful laugh, but the growing pain had caused his cheeks to twitch involuntarily, eventually contorting into an extremely strange-looking expression.

"Actually, you know very well in your heart, you bastard - there is no support at all, here is an abandoned son in charge of the broken - no one - can stand up to so many wizards head-on, the Ministry of Magic ......"

Not far away, the battlefield outside the light curtain was already in shambles.

More than 20 goblins and wizards lay on the pitted ground, as the most elite group of the Destiny Group, Kurt Maier and the others showed amazing tactical literacy at the first moment of attack.

In just the first round of spell encounters, they knocked down four or five enemies who were attacking in the darkness in one go.

In Lomon Losov's opinion, compared to the magical battlefield of decades ago, those American wizards were too immature and scattered in terms of experience and tactical coordination, almost like magical gangsters fighting in the alleys of the black market.

It's just that the number of people on the other side is too much......

Especially with the entry of the Russian Ministry of Magic Aurors into the fray, the battle has become even more difficult, and the mere fact of illegally repossessing the wand is enough for the Aurors to determine which side needs to be knocked down first.

Even if the appearance of these Americans and American goblins seems suspicious, it will be after that.

At least compared to the Magical Congress of the United States, where a place to question can be found, this group of "criminals" who suddenly obtained a magic wand and started an offensive and defensive war without warning are obviously much more dangerous, and the Floo Network has long monitored their illegal gathering today.

Over time, the range of the light curtain compresses between them.

Even if Kurt Mayer and the others had gradually given up on attacking and focused all their energy on maintaining the light curtain, they still couldn't resist the attack from wizards who were more than four or five times their number, and defeat was only a matter of time.

"Let's get caught! Mr. Lomon Losov! It's all over!"

Christopher Ryan held his wand and walked steadily through the flying spells to the stone path in the outdoor garden, looking at the panting wizards not far away, with a smile on his face that belonged to the victor.

"Don't you understand? We're several times as many as you! Not only that, but also Floo Nets, Portkeys, Broomsticks, Phantom Shifts...... We've blocked all of these escapes, and you've missed the last chance to escape—"

"Success or failure is determined by the strength of the faith, not the number of people. Besides, neither of you has an advantage......"

Kurt Mayer hugged the stubborn old man behind him and said in a calm tone.

"Also, to correct it, that sentence should be right for us......"

Kurt Mayer raised his wrist and looked at it, smiling lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful expression.

"It's a shame - you missed your last chance to escape. ”

"Oh, old fellow, I hope you'll be as tough as you are in the interrogation room in the future......"

Christopher Ryan narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his wand.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened a little, and there was a commotion behind him.

"Oh my God, look at the heavens! What is that?"

"Get out of the way, get ......"

Heavenly?

What do you mean?

Christopher Ryan frowned and looked at the sky in confusion.

The red rain, scattered from the far sky, and like a meteor across the sky, quickly became brighter and brighter in his vision, and farther up, a shadowy black shadow obscured the moonlight.

Wrong......

It's not rain!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless crimson spells fell from the sky, and the wand in Christopher's hand flew out violently, spun along with dozens of other wands, and scattered among the potholed dirt not far away - this is, the Disarming Charm?!

How is it possible, where did it come from?!How is it possible in the sky......

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