"Understood, but if it may affect normal business, I suggest that you have a person to explain in advance in the queue outside - unplanned waiting, every second is an emotional flashpoint. ”

Kolmolov, the old man who had flipped the blackboard over first, thought for a moment and added.

The existence of the supernatural in this world is not something unacceptable to the vast majority of Soviet scientists - they cannot be seen or heard, it is just a barrier like a thin veil.

The wizarding world may be able to erase all information, but it cannot erase the desire for transcendence from the human soul.

In the past six months of getting along, Kolmolov and others have already deduced some things that the Ministry of Magic is trying to hide through a series of traces, but whether it is Walter's employees of the Destiny Group, or Kolmolov's scholars from the former Soviet Union, they all have a very tacit understanding of retaining the last "wall" between each other.

"Also, don't touch our blackboard!"

After one last admonition, Kolmolov disappeared into the room with the other scholars.

Watching the figure of the last Soviet scholar disappear behind the door at the end of the room, Walter drew his wand and tapped it towards the lock, and with a few crisp clicks of the lock cylinder, a heavy metal curtain wall slowly slid down.

At the same time, the slightly older wizard had finally returned to Walter.

Every corner of the room now flickered with a faint ripple of magic, the electronic scale that had been placed on the cash register began to show anomalies, and the lights on the ceiling flickered, finally stabilizing after the wizard's wand waved.

"Safe, everything is in working order. The older wizard said with a serious expression.

"I'm sure I'm correct, so I'm going to bother you, Mr. Sprot. ”

"Don't worry, just leave it to me. ”

Sprot nodded, and with a wave of his wand, the blackboards that had been placed next to the cash register moved silently to the corners, along with the shelves and potatoes, revealing the bluestone floor in the center.

Immediately afterward, the floor began to rumble, and a rectangular stone gradually began to rise.

It was a sunken fireplace, surrounded by several mysterious runes.

Walter grinned at the Ivanovic father and daughter.

"It's never a bad thing to be cautious, is it? under the noses of the non-wizarding world and the Ministry of Magic, we'd better not leave too many traces - of course, it seems to me that even if they find out, they will pretend not to see it. ”

"Is it so difficult to get to Hogwarts?"

Mr. Ivanovich frowned and looked around the walls of the room around him.

It was nothing like what he had imagined before, it was just a normal admission guide, and he now had the illusion that he was going on an entrance ceremony to some extremely secret magical gathering.

"Oh, for you, yes. ”

Walter shrugged his shoulders and tapped his wand lightly on the fireplace in front of him, explaining nonchalantly.

"The wizarding world of the former Soviet Union has now been re-divided into multiple independent jurisdictions, and if you want to follow the normal process to travel to the UK, you will need to obtain a lot of approval...... The portkeys are monitored, and long crossings of the border have to be done in a special way, such as a large ship – if you don't want Miss Ivanovich to miss out on school......"

Crossing borders?

The more Yermak Ivanovich listened, the more confused he became.

At this moment, Sprot had already drawn his wand and began to click on the magic runes on the edge of the fireplace on the rising ground in a strange order, and with his clicking, one by one the runes went dark and sometimes disappeared.

"Encrypted Channel, I-L-D-β-8-31-"

He muttered the words, staring intently at the constant runes of light and extinction.

"Okay, the internet is smooth, the authorization code is verified - the Huberian has opened the login point. ”

He inserted his wand straight into a small hole in the side of the fireplace, and then a blue-white flame suddenly rose from the center of the fireplace, and a metal nameplate loomed in the flames, with something written in gilt lettering.

"Alright," Sprot said, turning his head, "the temporary connection has been established and it's time to go." ”

Glancing at the confused Ivanovich father and daughter, the middle-aged wizard grinned, pointed to the dancing blue-white flame rather proudly, took out a small bag of shiny powder from his coat pocket, and explained in a calm tone.

"Floo is connected, so you can say goodbye to your daughter – rest assured, she should be back by 9pm. ”

"Farewell, sir, I think I must have misunderstood you. ”

Yermak Ivanovich frowned, let out a sneer without a smile, and narrowed his eyes.

“...... Does this sound like only Irina can get through here? It's not a good time to joke. ”

"I'm not kidding, you can't pass here, Mr. Ivanovich. ”

The middle-aged wizard Sprott pulled his wand from the fireplace and said solemnly.

"Yermak Ivanovich, according to the Russian Ministry of Magic, you are a restricted entry and exit officer, and it would be a great trouble for all of us to find out that you were in Diagon Alley, London, thousands of miles away. ”

"Diagon Alley, London?"

"Well, a very famous wizard's shopping street, where Miss Ivanovich can buy most of the teaching materials and teaching aids she needs, including wands, magic robes, and other school supplies...... Hogwarts students are like that. ”

Walter grinned and explained with a smile.

"Are you teasing me?!, young man, do you think I'm one of those crappy wizards with three-legged cats?"

Yermak took a closer look at the fireplace, a look of absurdity on his face.

"How is this possible, it's thousands of kilometers away from London, so many fireplaces and secret networks, how do you know when and which chimney should come down? ”

Floo is arguably one of the most common ways for wizards and wizards to travel in the wizarding world.

In the wizarding world, almost every wizard or wizard's home has a fireplace connected to the Floo network, and in the United Kingdom alone, there are nearly 1,000 fireplaces connected to the Floo network, through which wizards and wizards can easily travel between their homes and the Ministry of Magic, wizards' pubs, and wizarding shops, but this travel is limited to one country.

Each region's Floo Network is managed by the Floo Network Authority, which is part of the Department of Magical Communications of the Ministry of Magic.

Long-distance, cross-border Floo network travel is simply impossible.

Unless all magical societies are completely connected, forming a colossus that is unified, unguarded, and resembles the non-magical realms of the former Soviet Union, no one will be able to navigate the fireplaces of completely different jurisdictions.

"Certainly not directly to London via Floo......"

Walter pointed to the metal nameplate in the fireplace and said with a smile, "It's just to get on the boat, the address is that, just read it out, if you don't pronounce it correctly, it doesn't matter, this fireplace is only connected to one location." ”

"Ship, what ship—"

"It's only five minutes, and now it's a minute and fifteen seconds. ”

Sprot took out a pocket watch from his bosom and looked at it, interrupting Walter, who was about to explain, and glanced meaningfully at Yermak Ivanovich, "And ...... We are only responsible for the guidance, and we do not have the authority to explain it later. ”

"Hyperion - Reactor No. 7? So ......"

Yermak Ivanovich raised his eyebrows, looked at the handwriting on the metal nameplate in the center of the fire, narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Is this how Hogwarts students are guided?

"That's right, if you're sure you want your daughter to enter Hogwarts—"

Walter nodded happily, his wand playing with his wand between his fingers, "Obviously, this is not a completely legal approach, this is a gray area of international law - you have the right to refuse, if you have any doubts." ”

"No problem, Dad!"

Irina said, subconsciously hugging the little owl on her chest.

"This is an opportunity that we have so hard won, I want to go to a magic school, so that I don't let those who laugh and look down on grandpa see jokes, this world is not the only magic school in Kodos Torez where magic can be taught. ”

"Something is wrong here, Irina - come back with me, I'll figure it out again......"

"No! you always say that!"

Irina shook her head vigorously, a hint of stubbornness flashing across her face.

"I'm going to go to Hogwarts, I'm going to do what my grandfather said, become the best witch first, and then go to the Wizengamot International Court after graduation, and let them admit that grandpa is not a bad person, he is an amazing hero!"

With that, the girl rushed to the fireplace while Yermak was not looking, picked up a pinch of powder from Sprot's hand and threw it into the flames.

With a whew, the fire turned turquoise, like a gate to hell.

Irina Ivanovich walked straight into the fire, and following the instructions on the gilded metal nameplate in the flame, her voice shouted "Hyperion-Reactor No. 7" and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Irina, come back—— damn it!"

Yermak Ivanovich reacted quickly, yelling and reaching forward to grab his daughter.

However, before he could get close to the fireplace, the two wizards standing by the fireplace suddenly reached out and stopped in front of him, and in a matter of seconds, Yermak Ivanovich lost the last chance to catch his daughter, and could only watch as Irina's figure disappeared into the flames.

Immediately afterward, Sprot waved his wand lightly, directly extinguishing the flames in the fireplace.

"After passing the test, I deserved to be selected for special admission. ”

"Get out of my way, or ......"

Watching Irina disappear into the flames, Yermak Ivanovich's eyes instantly turned red, and he quickly pulled out his wand and panted to look at the two wizards in front of him, gritting his teeth and letting out a low roar like a bull.

Walter stared at the wand in Ivanovic's hand, without any fear on his face.

"Otherwise, I have to say, your daughter is much better than you. And you seem to have forgotten that there are two of us here, two against one, and your odds aren't really too high...... If I'm right, you haven't dueled in a long time, have you?"

"At least it's okay to deal with you......"

Yermak Ivanovich said coldly, aiming his wand at Walter's chest.

"Well, I surrender ......"

Walter shrugged his shoulders, sighed, and said helplessly.

"Unfortunately, even if you threaten to kill me with a death curse right now, there's nothing I can do to help you. The Hyperion should have jumped at this point, and no one could log in without an authorization code—"

"Of course, if you're angry, you can point that at me all day until your daughter comes back from Diagon Alley. ”

After a slight pause, Walter calmly put away his wand and took out his pocket watch to look at the time.

"Hey, it's almost nine o'clock, or ...... Let's go to the back room and wait, you know, this potato shop is almost open for business...... Would you rather have tea or coffee, have you had breakfast?"

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Big chapter!Make up the second half of yesterday's chapter.,Plus normal updates!