Makarov, director of the Black Sea Shipyard, shook his head and said calmly.
As he spoke, Makarov glanced at the guards with slightly undulating chests and abdomens on the ground around him, and slowly released his right hand holding the pistol at his waist - able to sneak into the core area of the shipyard silently and subdue him instantly.
The guards...
No matter what method they used, it was obviously not something that an old guy like him could handle.
"But you may be looking in the wrong place. I'm just an ordinary shipyard worker. Whether it's selling the entire ship, dismantling it and selling it for steel, or even restarting the ship for transfer, it's not my decision."
Makarov raised his head, looked at the girl standing on the mobile scaffolding in front of him, and said calmly.
"And...the Ulyanovsk will never be completed again."
"Why? I don't think the Ukrainian government will refuse the huge orders and financial support it has received."
Elena shook her head with a smile, her face filled with confidence and arrogance, and repeated it softly.
"I said... Tianming, very rich -"
"Sorry, money is not everything, Miss Apokalis. At least, it never was in the Soviet Union."
A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Makarov's mouth. He turned his head and took a deep look at the half-finished "child" lying quietly on the slipway. Then he pointed towards the empty dock around him and shook his head.
"If you want to complete such a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, you will need the Soviet Union, the Party Central Committee, the State Planning Commission, the Military Industry Commission and nine ministries of defense industry, 600 related majors, and 8,000 supporting manufacturers... In short, this is a great project
A task that can only be accomplished by a nation, but..."
The old man was silent for a while, then sighed and continued.
"However, this powerful country no longer exists - with the country disintegrated, it is almost impossible to complete it again. Manpower, accessories, time, finance... all aspects have been exhausted.
It’s not allowed anymore.”
"Maybe, if you just look at it from the perspective of this world."
Elena nodded in agreement, jumped back to the ground from the mobile scaffolding with both hands, turned her head to look at Grindelwald who had accompanied her, and pointed at the unfinished giant ship behind her, with a hint of something in her eyes.
asked expectantly.
"Grandpa, what do you think? It looks pretty good, right?! Is there any way you can take it back?"
"..."
Gellert Grindelwald's cheeks twitched, and he raised his head and glanced at the "steel castle" in front of him that occupied almost all of his sight. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm.
"This is the...big ship you said you wanted to buy from the Muggles in Ukraine?!"
As a wizard, although Grindelwald didn't know much about the non-magical world, he had seen many Muggle ships during the war decades ago, so he was not unfamiliar with such common vehicles.
Not to mention, Durmstrang Magic School itself has a magically transformed giant ship.
But no matter in the magical world or the non-magical world, in Grindelwald's impression, there is no ship that looks like this - such a large steel fortress can actually be called a ship?!
"Yes, this is called an aircraft carrier," Elena nodded and explained seriously, "It is a very famous means of transportation in the non-magical world. You can think of it as a large freighter."
"Aviation... mothership? This thing can fly?!"
Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, frowning and looking at the unfinished ship in front of him, trying to imagine what it would look like when it was finally completed and officially started running, and nodded thoughtfully.
"If it can fly, even if it can't fit in the Black Lake of Hogwarts, at least it can find a place to float."
"Well, we can't fly yet...but I think if you, Professor Dumbledore, and all the other Destiny people can participate in the transformation and construction process, there should still be hope."
Elena scratched her cheek and said a little embarrassed.
"Before this, it shouldn't be a big problem to dock in the Black Lake for a while - I roughly estimated the area and depth of the Black Lake, and it's no problem to dock such a boat."
If Elena remembers correctly, navigation in the wizarding world does not completely follow common movement methods. At least when Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry participated in the Triwizard Tournament, the large wooden ship was teleported directly to Hogwart.
At the bottom of Cihu Lake.
Therefore, theoretically speaking, since magical crafts from decades ago can do this, there is no reason to gather the power of Grindelwald, Dumbledore (to be determined), and a group of experienced saints instead.
Not to this point.
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and silently glanced at the giant steel transportation vehicle in front of him?"
"That's right, the means of transportation used by Muggles to transport airplanes, submarines, and some personnel and materials." Elena replied confidently, "At this point, even if Professor Dumbledore asked, the answer would be the same
."
"Okay... let's just treat it like an ordinary big ship."
Grindelwald shook his head in disbelief and did not argue with Elena on this detail.
Anyway, it's not him who has the headache in the end. Whether Elena wants to use this ship to launch a war or transport supplies has nothing to do with him.
"But according to what you said, it seems that you plan to convert this ship into a flying magic vehicle? Are you sure you can convince that stubborn guy in the school?"
"Of course there is no problem. I have studied the law carefully."
Elena raised her finger, shook it proudly, and said confidently.
"Professor Dumbledore will later discover that what I did was not illegal, although we probably should have told him the truth beforehand... There is a loophole in the law, and he will find out... In fact, as long as it is not seen by uninvolved Muggles, then
The fact that a ship can fly does not break any laws."
Since Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands, the laws formulated by the British Ministry of Magic are naturally applicable from any point of view.
In this regard, as the director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, Mr. Arthur Weasley has long left a large number of loopholes in the law that can be exploited - such as the flying car parked at his home.
The Ford car is the best example.
Although so far, Mr. Arthur Weasley has always thought that he alone knows all the loopholes...
"What I just want to confirm is that if we really buy this big ship..."
Elena glanced around indifferently because of her conversation with Grindelwald. She was already confused by the two former Soviet shipyard executives. They looked at the first-generation Dark Lord and asked slowly and extremely seriously.
"With the strength of you and Tianming, is it possible to create an illusion that the hull is being dismantled on the surface, and deeply participate in the subsequent process of putting the hull together, so that its completion can be advanced to the point where it can be assembled on the water as soon as possible?
level. And then...bring it back to Hogwarts without anyone noticing?"