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Chapter 732 The fairy tale comes

Hogwarts, Hyperion.

The mechanical take-off and landing sound of the elevator gradually stopped, and the metal door leading to the bridge rotated open like petals. The supreme Fairy Queen, the third generation Dark Lord... Elena Kaslana and her newly recruited

The adjutant appeared at the door.

As the metal door opened, Elena flipped her hair casually.

As a rare mixed-race Veela in the magical world, Elena's unique bloodline is the most reliable way to authenticate her.

No matter it's polyjuice potion, magical transformation, or the Disillusionment Charm... none of these can simulate her special magic fluctuations - to be precise, no matter whether the opponent is a pure human wizard, a pure-blood Veela, or even another mixed-blood Veela.

Not even a baby can do it.

According to Paracelsus' speculation, due to the frequent and high-intensity use of runes, and the strength of the soul and mind far exceeding that of most wizards, Elena has shown an evolution that cannot be replicated.

Phenomenon':

In terms of physical growth, Elena completely followed the trajectory of a pure-blood Veela, perhaps entering adolescence after more than ten years.

However, on the other hand, the mana in the girl's body increases at the same rate as the growth rate of human wizards. In just one school year, in terms of the total amount of mana, she has already exceeded the level of many seventh-grade graduates.

As her long silver hair, shining with light golden light, passed through the air, there was a trace of magic ripples.

At the same time, a magical recording that had been recorded in advance automatically sounded 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. Both Dumbledore and Grindelwald are slightly lower than her - even if the ship is now

Moored above Hogwarts.

"Stand behind me, look more, think more, ask less, and especially... don't show too much surprise."

Elena rubbed the head of the little Russian witch who was slightly shorter than her, narrowed her eyes happily, and took the girl's hand to the captain's podium located at the highest point of the bridge, whispering meaningfully

said

"Are you ready to welcome the new world? My dear trainee first mate - Miss Ivanovich."

Before the curious look in Irina Ivanovich's eyes could emerge, the third-generation Dark Lord, the supreme Fairy Queen, and the captain of the Hyperion had a solemn expression on his face, looking around at the people on the bridge below.

The "crew" said in a deep voice:

"Close the bridge shading, turn on stratospheric optical invisibility, activate the ship's shield, launch the barrier prohibiting phantom migration, prepare for the first-level launch of the ruby ​​anti-ship missile system, and prepare for the first-level launch of the AK-630 six-barreled artillery..."

Following Elena's voice, the metal protective walls around the bridge emitted a series of mechanical sounds of metal rotation and snapping. The "wall" that was originally like a steel house gradually sank, revealing except for the outermost panoramic tempered glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

The light blue magic light curtain flashed quickly outside the window.

Irina Ivanovich subconsciously covered her mouth, and finally restrained herself from screaming. She looked around the bridge surrounded by thin clouds in shock. The distant mountains were like earth.

The pile is as short as a pile.

Irina Ivanovich glanced at the huge magic light curtain that gradually unfolded on the captain's podium. Red, green, black, and blue lines were staggered and outlined in mid-air, forming a

The lifelike hull model, the numbers, Russian characters, and English characters that were constantly beating and changing like a waterfall made her feel dazzled.

If only the model of Hogwarts Castle below had the right proportions...

There is no doubt that this place is not the large magic liner that she and her father imagined, nor is it an unknown long-distance magic teleportation room, nor is it an ordinary "school bus" or "fishing boat", this is simply...

A city in the sky made of steel, magic, and technology.

A war fortress armed to the teeth.

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

After glancing at the various weapon system panels being activated, Elena continued calmly.

"Record: This operation is codenamed 'Leningrad Evacuation'. The first jump destination is 50°1'42" north latitude, 45°27'34" west longitude, the outer port of Nikolayev City, Ukraine. Let's go

Save the heroes of this world...!"

…………

Russia, suburbs of St. Petersburg.

The Lomonrosov family.

In the pitch-black night, waves of spells flew towards the Lomonosovs' house from all directions.

The invisible magic barrier was completely revealed at this time. The magic spell hit the light screen with a deafening sound, and blue-white magic sparks exploded, creating ripples layer by layer, looking like bubbles teetering on the edge of a storm.

The battle has lasted for almost half an hour.

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

Already.

"Damn...it's only half an hour..."

Lomonosov asked breathlessly, and the severe pain in his chest began again.

No matter how careful they are, any wizard who is infected with the "Wizard's Sorrow" will inevitably irritate themselves every time they cast magic, causing their already fragile body to start "self-healing."

"I have said before that your wisest choice is to follow the children to the safe house..."

Kurt Meier glanced at his old rival beside him, and flicked the wand in his hand flexibly. The red light flashed and accurately passed through the light screen and hit a goblin in the chest - compared to a wizard

, these goblin magics are the most annoying.

"If you continue to cast magic at the current intensity, you may have killed yourself before our support arrives... Of course, the greater possibility is that you will lose consciousness, which will add a lot of pressure to the healers.

trouble."

"Therapist? Support? Ha—I don't believe in fairy tales—ha—"

Lomonosov grinned, as if he wanted to laugh disdainfully, but the increasingly intense pain caused his cheeks to twitch involuntarily, and eventually twisted into an extremely weird-looking expression.

"Actually, you know very well in your heart, you bastard - you have no support at all. This is just an outcast who is responsible for cutting off the queen. No one - can confront so many wizards, the Ministry of Magic..."

Not far away, the battlefield outside the light curtain was in a mess.

Twenty or so goblins and wizards lay scattered on the bumpy ground. As the most elite combat team of the Destiny Group, Kurt Meyer and others showed amazing tactics at the first moment they were attacked.

Literacy.

In just the first round of magic battle, they knocked down four or five enemies who attacked in the dark.

In Lomonosov's view, compared to the magic battlefields of decades ago, those American wizards were too immature and scattered in terms of experience and tactical coordination, and it was almost like fighting in a black market alley.

Just like the magic gangster.

It's just that there are too many people on the other side...

Especially after the Aurors from the Russian Ministry of Magic joined the battlefield, the battle became even more difficult. Just the illegal re-holding of the wand was enough for the Aurors to determine which side needed to attack first.

Falling object.

Even if the appearance of these Americans and American goblins seems suspicious, that will happen later.

At least compared to the MACUSA, which can find a place to question, this group of "criminals" who suddenly obtained wands and launched an offensive and defensive battle without warning are obviously much more dangerous. The Floo Network has already monitored their illegal gathering today.

.

As time goes by, the range of the light curtain shrinks.

Even if Kurt Meyer and others have gradually given up the attack and put all their energy into maintaining the light curtain, they still cannot resist the attack from wizards who are four or five times their number. Failure is only a matter of time.

"Let's take it easy! Mr. Lomonlosov! It's all over!"

Christopher Ryan held up his wand and walked steadily through the magic spells flying in the sky, arriving on the stone path in the outdoor garden. Looking at the panting wizards not far away, a look of victory appeared on his face.

smile.

"Don't you understand? Our numbers are several times greater than yours! Not only that, the floo network, portkeys, broomsticks, phantom movement... all these escape methods have been blocked by us, and you missed your last chance to escape -

—”

"What determines success or failure is the strength of belief, not the number of people. Besides, you have neither advantage..."

Kurt Meyer supported the shaky and stubborn old man behind him and said calmly.

"Also, let me correct you, that sentence should be spoken by us..."

Kurt Meyer raised his wrist to look at it, smiled softly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a playful expression.

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

"Oh, old guy, I hope you can still be as tough-talking as you are now in the interrogation room..."

Christopher Ryan narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his wand.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became a little darker, and a commotion suddenly came from behind him.

"Oh my God, look in the sky! What is that?"

"Get away quickly, quickly..."

Heaven?

What's the meaning?

Christopher Ryan frowned and looked to the sky in confusion.

The red rain scattered from the very far sky, and seemed like meteors streaking across the sky. It quickly became brighter and brighter in his sight, and further up, a group of shadowy stars appeared.

The dark shadow blocked the moonlight.

wrong……

This is not rain! This is!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless crimson spells fell from the sky, and the wand in Christopher's hand suddenly flew out, spinning together with dozens of other wands, and scattered in the bumpy dirt not far away - this was disarming

curse?!

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

…………

Several hundred meters above the ground, the Hyperion.

"Listen up, Irina, let me tell you what magic is..."

Elena turned her head, looked at the girl beside her, and said softly.

"Only the power that can turn this imperfect real world into the fairy tale you expect can be called magic! Other than that, everything is... ha..."

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Volume 3, the end!


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