Moscow, Bolshevik Iron Fist Tavern.

The old fireplace in the corner of the kitchen suddenly rose with a green flame, one of the secret strongholds of the Manifest Destiny, and a few minutes earlier, the fireplace had automatically activated and connected to the Hyperion, which was hundreds of miles away.

The decline of the Russian wizarding world does not mean that it has become a gray area that is not subject to the jurisdiction of the magical government.

In fact, due to the weakness of the local Ministry of Magic, the International Confederation of Wizards has a much stronger ability to interfere and control in this land than the wizarding world in Britain and the United States, but any sign of behavior that may expose the wizarding world will almost always be detected at the first time - after all, there have been vicious incidents of deliberate violation of the law of secrecy here more than once.

In order to protect the security of the point of contact, employees of Destiny Group rarely spend time in this bar.

For the most part, the bar caters to the native wizards who live in the city, as well as a small number of foreign wizards who come to visit, or humanoid magical creatures such as vampires, dominatrix, and babies.

But today, the fireplace in this state of silence is fully activated.

The old mottled masonry shells faded to ashes, hundreds of magical runes swirled around the fireplace, and blue-white pillars of fire erupted from the fireplace like the breath of a fire dragon, and dozens of grim-faced wizards arrived here through the Floo Net.

These wizards weren't the wrinkled, old saints of the imagination.

In fact, most of them were young wizards of Gilderoy Lockhart's age, and they didn't look much different from the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in terms of their outfits: high-necked gray trench coats, clean white shirts, the most fashionable top hats of the moment, the only difference being the strange logo pinned to their chests.

It was an unfamiliar sign that had never been seen in the wizarding world, and it appeared to be three arrows pointing inward, with three smaller, confusing words printed next to the pattern: Secure, Contain, Protect.

The fireplace continued for nearly two minutes, and the number of wizards arriving in the room reached about thirty.

That's a very large number in the wizarding world, and if you don't take into account large wizarding gatherings like the Quidditch World Cup, that's about the entire number of Aurors in an ordinary magical department.

As the head of the Mandate of Heaven responsible for maintaining this safe point, Azak Etthorne frowned, silently looking at the strange wizarding force in front of him, he did not understand the origin of these people, and the only order he received was to open the fireplace and let it connect to the Hyperion, ensuring that the wizards would not be discovered by the local Ministry of Magic during their arrival.

On the other hand, these wizards showed no sign of wanting to explain to Azak Etthorne.

As the fireplace was turned off again, the wizards took out their wands and cast their apparitions to leave the room after a brief count, barely any extra information or communication in the process, as if they were all magic dolls.

"I don't know what Grindelwald is planning, so many young wizards, are they the descendants of the eldest lady...... Is this an attempt to attack the Russian Ministry of Magic, and by the way, to eliminate all the forces of the International Federation of Wizards in Russia?"

Azak Ethorne muttered quietly, subconsciously clutching the sweaty palm.

Compared to the arrogant, stupid Death Eater descendants of a dozen years ago, the sense of oppression brought by these young wizards was simply not the same level, and Azak Ethorne felt as if he was seeing a tightly knit metal gear machine.

Among them, the most unsettling thing for him was the ordinary man who stood at the front of the line.

Although the man only stood there in silence, in the perception of Azak Etthorne's magical feedback, it seemed to be a long-suppressed volcano, containing infinite heat and power—not too many of these in the previous years, and only slightly weaker than Gellert Grindelwald.

......

On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, in a long-abandoned house.

Judging by the magic picture frame that was wiped clean in the living room, it was once the residence of a wizard, but for some reason it was suddenly deserted, and there were a dozen people standing neatly on the repeated magic picture.

On the far left of the photograph, a lanky, freckled young man in an old blue coat with a distinctly British appearance is constantly being snapped back into the queue by the wizard next to him – all but him are Russians.

The group of wizards who had just disappeared into the Bolshevik Iron Fist Tavern appeared in the living room of the room.

"Unknowingly...... Sorry I'm late......"

The strange wizard who had made Azak Ethorne a little uneasy raised his right hand and gently stroked his fingers over the photograph of himself as a young man—at that time, he was a naïve and innocent fantastic beast lover, and now ......

Newt Scamander sighed lightly, pressed his thoughts, and looked at the crowd around him.

These are all the "No. 0 Spell Solving Team" that belongs to Gringotts Wizarding Bank and has been screened and assessed through layers of screening.

Or, to be more precise, the SCP Foundation (Special Containment Procedures Foundation), a secret organization created by Elena to protect the world without the outside world knowing about it

Whether it is the Destiny Group, the Gringotts elves, or even the "contrarian" employees of Mr. Lovegood's family, most of these people are under Dumbledore's surveillance, intentional or unintentional, and even if Elena skillfully uses the Hyperion to make ultra-long-distance jumps, it cannot ensure that they can bypass Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic's line of sight.

In the wizarding world, the destructive power of every adult wizard is not easy to underestimate.

Especially when they form a certain organization, this is a very worrying thing, no matter what the reason for existing, as long as they appear in the sun, it will inevitably arouse the fear and hostility of other forces that do not belong to this group.

Although Elena theoretically had the right to mobilize all the saints, she didn't intend to put everything on Grindelwald, and besides, when it came to some special things about the land, those saints were not suitable to deal with them.

Hatred, this is where it is easiest to lose reason and judgment.

(End of chapter)