Chapter seven hundred and thirty first battle on the verge of
"I'm very sorry, I haven't thought about it yet."
Kurt Meyer glanced at the wand pointed at his chest and replied calmly.
"Mr. Lomonosov, do you have any other questions? If not, then I may need to leave you alone for a while. The floo network connected to the fireplace and the protection around the house need to be reinforced."
"Stop pretending, I knew it was you from the moment you stepped into my house——"
Lomonosov stared at Kurt, took a deep breath and said.
"Gellert Grindelwald's most ardent follower, Kurt Meier, even though you are no longer the same person you were decades ago, I still recognize you at a glance - the radiance radiates from your body.
The disgusting smell of the devil's minions."
"Oh, that's really surprising."
Kurt Meyer curled his lips and said calmly.
"I originally thought that you would at least wait until your illness is cured before speaking out. If I'm not wrong, with the severity of your illness now, there should be no other place besides us that can help you support Luofu Ya.
The child fell to the ground."
"Don't—you say the name Loveya—"
Lomon Losov's old arms trembled, and the wand in his hand poked Kurt Meier's chest.
"It's all lies. It's impossible to cure 'Wizard's Sorrow'. This is just a beautiful fairy tale you weaved, but it's a pity that I have passed the age of sitting by the bed and listening to stories.
."
"Don't think I don't know what you have done during this time..."
Lomon Losov sneered and stared at Kurt Meyer with his cloudy eyes.
"There is no 'Destiny' family in the Austrian magic world. If nothing else, Salzburg is what your 'saints' call the 'holy city', right?! You have secretly violated the secrecy law a long time ago
, has penetrated into various industrial chains in the non-magical world, and the magical anomaly at the Ukrainian shipyard is also yours, right?"
"Maybe, who knows... But as far as I know, everything you said should be legal and compliant."
Kurt Meyer replied casually, raising his wrist to look at the time.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry purchased a fishing boat for transportation and fishing, and some unskilled wizards accidentally planted a few potatoes when using them - according to the "International Federation of Wizards"
Article 86 of the Society's Secrecy Act stipulates that wizards can buy and sell daily necessities to Muggles without exposing the wizarding world."
"As for the Sorcerer's Sorrow..."
Kurt Meyer paused, grinned and said.
"You're right. I also think this is a deceptive fairy tale. It's like decades ago, someone vowed that one day the combination of the non-magical world and the magical world will be recognized by society.
Rather than going to prison."
"It's a pity that he didn't fully tell you the truth, such as his personal ambitions."
Lomonosov snorted lightly, with a trace of undisguised disgust and contempt in his voice.
"People always change..."
Kurt Meyer shook his head with emotion and sighed with mixed emotions.
"Besides, we no longer take orders from Grindelwald, just as you just did - no matter you, me, or Grindelwald, we are all old, this world belongs to young people, we have found
The hope of a new world.”
Kurt Meyer shrugged and glanced at Lomon Losov.
"...At least before this, no one would think about whether Muggles would be hungry. Right?"
"Indeed, this is not Grindelwald's style of behavior - it seems that the Dark Lord you have newly chosen seems to be an unprecedented idealist. No wonder he will come to save us stubborn people who are about to die."
Lomon Losov raised his eyebrows and removed his wand from Kurt's chest.
"So let me guess what your plan is...make as much noise as possible to attract the attention of the Russian Ministry of Magic and American wizards, use this house as a stronghold to hold on for a while, and drag everyone until they succeed.
Evacuate?”
"That's pretty much it..." Kurt nodded.
"Defensive warfare, this is what we are best at - don't forget, you haven't won yet."
Lomonosov shook his finger and said proudly.
"This land has never been a battlefield for you guys. I think you need an experienced old guy to help. How many people do we have in total, how many imaginary enemies are there, and how long do we need to hold on?"
"You three, the Sumarokov family, the Lermontov family, plus you and me - if there are no troublesome old guys like you in the other families, then the total should be
Twelve or three people."
Kurt glanced at Lomon Losov, resisted the idea of arguing with this old rival, and said quietly.
"As for the opponent... there may be only one person, or there may be hundreds of people..."
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Half an hour later.
The lawn outside Lomonlosov's house.
"Then, it's time... close the floo network and prepare to fight! I am honored to fight alongside you."
Kurt Meier glanced at the wizards gathered around him. Just as he had expected, the evacuation of the other several companies was obviously much smoother. Under the influence of Polyjuice Potion, they succeeded.
Replacement completed.
From now until 8:30 in the evening, this 'isolated island' will not receive any support from the outside.
According to the "Silver Fang Plan", they must hold back as much as possible the Magical Congress of the United States of America, the American Goblins, and possibly the Russian Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards, until... the 'big ship' arrives
'Island'.
If the defense line is breached before then, they must kill themselves in advance before being caught by the Ministry of Magic.
"Fate is so wonderful - I never thought that one day I would be on the same side as you."
Lomonosov sighed softly, grinned, raised his wand and pointed it in the air.
"Super Armor Protection (Protego Maxima)"
“Fianto Duri”
"Repello inimicum"
At the same time, Kurt Meyer, who was standing next to Lomon Losov, and the other wizards from the Destiny Group also raised their wands, pointed them in the air, and chanted in a calm tone.
"Super Armor Protection (Protego Maxima)"
“Fianto Duri”
"Repello inimicum"
"..."
Along with the sound of the spell, light blue spells shot up into the sky like fireworks.
The magic spell gradually spread in the sky, forming a silver-white magic light curtain that slowly spread out and merged with each other to form a huge and strong magic shield, covering hundreds of meters around Lomon Losov's house.
all areas.
Finally, it flickered slightly and blended into the air silently.
…………
A little further away from Lomonrosov's house.
A dozen wizards in gray high-collar trench coats gathered together and watched the light curtain fall from a distance.
Around them, there were also twenty or thirty short goblins surrounding them, but unlike those goblins at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London, most of these goblins had complex expressions of cunning, humbleness, and ferocity on their faces.
"Oh, they really couldn't bear it anymore..."
Christopher Ryan snorted, chuckled and shook his head.
"So that's it. It's a clever and simple plan to use the multiple magic protections arranged in advance to delay the activation and setting time of the door key, and then escape in front of everyone... It's a pity..."
As the person in charge of the MACUSA's secret mission to Russia, he is very familiar with these 'smuggling' methods.
Compared with floo fans, the biggest advantage of portkeys is that they can teleport multiple people over long distances at once.
Although you can only go to the same destination, the destination does not need to have a fireplace, so most wizards will consider using portkeys when traveling across two countries-but, using a door between two countries
The key must be approved by the Ministry of Magic of both countries at the same time. Making unauthorized door keys is a very serious crime in the wizarding world.
If they hadn't obtained the information in advance, maybe these "wizard traitors" from the former Soviet Union would have been able to hide the truth.
"But, Ryan..."
A wizard standing next to Christopher Ryan hesitated and said worriedly.
"We haven't been able to find conclusive evidence that they colluded with Gellert Grindelwald. That's just it... I mean, we should wait for the Aurors from the Russian Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards to arrive..."
"Then what? Everyone rushes into nothing together - the evidence will naturally come after catching them!"
Christopher Ryan glanced at the American wizard who spoke and said coldly.
"In the past six months, we have lost contact with nearly twenty Aurors on this land. Each of them is an elite among the elite, but most of them cannot even raise an alarm... This is