Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Romon Losov slowly walked down the stairs.

In the living room, his favorite log old sofa has been put away, leaving only a piece of dust. The utensils and knives on the kitchen workbench are all placed in the luggage in the middle of the living room that has been casted on the traceless stretching curse. In the box.

Not far away, several wizards from the Destiny Group were inspecting the fireplace.

And his daughter Loveya was leaning against the window at this time, tilted her head and talked quietly with her husband.

Lovea puts one hand on the window sill, and the other hand gently puts the other hand on the slightly raised lower abdomen-if not unexpected, at most three or four months, there will be a cute little life Joined this big family.

Seeing the happy expression on his daughter's face, Romon Losov was in a daze as if he saw his wife again.

"Dad, we are all packed up, just waiting for you."

Loveya looked at the old man's empty hands, and frowned in confusion.

"Where's your luggage? Didn't you just say that you want to get something from the bedroom? Why..."

The old man didn't answer his daughter's question. He raised his head and looked around the empty living room, his eyes passed over the wizards wearing dark-style trench coats, and finally fell on the wrinkled and spirited old wizard.

In addition to Kurt Maier, the other five young people seem to be young, maybe a little younger than Loveya.

However, judging from the tactical positions they subconsciously maintain and their uniform and neat movements, with the same number of people, even the most elite magic strike team of the Russian Ministry of Magic may not be able to suppress these young people.

"Excuse me..."

Kurt Maier raised his eyebrows when he noticed Lomonosov's gaze.

"As for the next short trip, do you have any questions? Sir."

"Short trip? Oh, yes, you guys are quite good at finding pretty words..."

Romon Losov murmured, squirting rough air in his nose.

"not me--"

Kurt Maier grinned and shook his head, went to the window and looked outside.

"This is the statement prescribed by the eldest lady-for you and your family, now you only need to meet the Sumarokov family and the Lermontov family in the safe house through the vehicle we prepared in advance, and then go on time. The boat will do."

"What about you guys? It's a compound decoction...right?"

Romon Losov glanced at the tin pot on Kurt Maier's waist and squinted his eyes.

"This is the perfect plan you mentioned earlier? This is a little different from what I imagined..."

As a potion master, even if so far away, he still smelled the familiar smell in the air.

You know, during the First Wizarding War, the large-scale infiltration of the compound decoction left a very deep impression on both sides. For a wizard, wanting to collect a few hairs is really simple. .

"Yes, after you leave, we will temporarily become what you look like."

Kurt Maier nodded happily, without any embarrassing panic on his face.

"As I said before,'you' will be used as bait to firmly attract all the forces on this land that may prevent your smooth evacuation. After ten minutes, the'Sumarokovs' and'Lai The Montov family' will also arrive here through the Floo network closely monitored by the Russian Ministry of Magic to participate in the barbecue party tonight."

Kurt Maier gave a thumbs up, compared to the lawn outside the window behind him, and explained with ease.

"—Look, we even have the barbecue rack set up, just waiting for the sky to darken."

In the past month, Gringotts Wizarding Bank has carried out capital control with great fanfare, and selected some wizard families willing to act as ‘bait’ to deal with magic assets and exchange currency, creating traces of possible absconding.

People always believe in what they reasoned out. This is a common problem for all smart people.

And when they pay a certain price for this, this will affect this subjective judgment ten times a hundred times. American goblins, American wizards, International Wizarding Federation, Russian Ministry of Magic... The interest entanglement on this land is too complicated, any one Omissions in small links are very likely to trigger an unimaginable chain reaction, and ultimately lead to the exposure of the overall plan.

Because of this, Elena chose to actively detonate multiple "realities" to increase the stability of the evacuation plan.

"So, so... Are you going to sacrifice yourself and break it for us?!"

Lomonosov frowned, as if he was pierced by something sharp.

"Please rest assured, we are professional. Regarding follow-up actions, we have a complete response plan."

Kurt Maier waved his hand nonchalantly and tapped the watch on his wrist.

"Anyway, the time is coming... I suggest you get in the car as soon as possible. If you count the time, the chaos in Moscow is almost over. Officials from the Ministry of Magic or someone else may appear nearby at any time."

"Okay, I see-wait a few minutes for me."

Romon Losov took a deep breath, walked to his daughter, and said calmly.

"Lofya, lend me your wand again. I'll pack a little baggage, and it will be fine soon."

"Huh? Actually I can help you..."

Loveya blinked, and said in confusion.

"I'm a wizard! Loveya! I didn't lose my magic ability anymore!"

Lomonosov frowned, snorted slightly displeased, and repeated it.

"The magic wand..."

"Well, okay, okay, you can take it."

Loveya looked at the stubborn father in front of him, sighed in a good and amused way, drew out her wand and handed it to Romon Losov. Since her father's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, he has always been concerned about this Somewhat emotional.

At the same time, the wizards standing by the fireplace stopped and looked at the father and daughter.

A young wizard moved his lips lightly, making a sound like a mosquito.

"Mr. Kurt, we..."

"Shhh—quiet—"

Kurt Maier raised his fingers and hissed lightly, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"The fig tree, thirteen and one-quarter inches, the core of the unicorn hair stick, is a copy of your mother."

Not far away, Romon Losov stroked Loveya's wand and said softly.

"You know, Lovea, you are so much like your mother when she was young. Of course, your personality is very similar to me, stubborn and willful. After you become a mother, you should remember to be mature. "

"You've said it many times, Dad—I know, but Mom’s one should be shorter."

Loveya sighed helplessly, "Well, now is not the time to recall the past, we should set off!"

"No, it's you. Without me—"

Romon Losov smiled and shook his head, looking at the daughter who was about to become a mother tenderly.

"Love, I remember I promised you that I won't lie again. Sorry, I broke my promise again."

"What—"

"Faint!"

Before Loveya could react, she saw the magic wand in Luosov's hand lightly tapping.

A dazzling red light silently submerged into her chest, and Lovea fell softly as if losing strength. She was firmly caught by the old man who had already been prepared, and placed it carefully on her face. In the arms of the forced son-in-law.

"Andre! Lovea, and my granddaughter, I will ask you from now on-take good care of them."

"Yes, but... Dad..."

The young Andre looked at the unbelievable wife left in his arms, and said bewildered.

"Listen! I can't go with you!"

Romon Losov raised his wand and pointed it calmly at the immature Andre.

"Now swear to me, you will take care of and protect their mother and daughter at all costs, and then disappear from my eyes cleanly like a man-or you are going to try it, can you be hit by my curse? Did you pull out your magic wand before?"

"Father, this..." A struggle appeared on Andre's face.

"Mr. Andre, it's almost time, it's time to go."

Kurt Maier drew out his wand and tapped Andre on the shoulder, reminding him with a smile.

"As for here, leave it to me, the old man, and I promise to send your father-in-law back safely. If you and your wife are in a coma... well, it doesn't seem to be a big deal."

"can--"

Andre swallowed, looked at his father-in-law who suddenly became unfamiliar in front of him, and the old wizard behind him who was faintly exuding danger, and looked at his wife in his arms~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and did not continue to argue. , Nodded silently.

"Then, the next thing, I beg you."

"Oh," Kurt said lightly, "don't worry, and also, remember to take your wife's wand."

As Kurt Maier was talking, he took out a long black cardboard box from his arms and threw it to Romon Losov not far away. He waved his hand casually, grinning and showing a touch of badness. Smile.

"I spent twelve golden gallons and bought it at a high price from a Russian official. You can use it first."

"Hey, you guys are really... magical."

Romon Losov glanced at the name tag on the carton, and shook his head with emotion.

Undoubtedly, the energy and penetration of these Destiny Group wizards far exceeded his imagination - or to put it another way, the rate of the Russian magical world's degeneration far exceeded his expectations.

You should know that a few years ago, these were still contraband items belonging to the highest level of custody.

Along with Andre and Loveya's figure disappeared in the living room.

Romon Losov heard the sound of their heavy footsteps disappearing on the gravel trail outside, followed by the slamming of the car doors and the unpleasant roar of the car's engine.

Now, only him, Kurt Maier, and two other wizards from the Destiny Group were left in the room.

Romon Losov raised his head and took a deep look at the old wizard not far away. The wand in his hand was turned in the palm of his hand and aimed at the old wizard's chest.

"Long time no see, Kurt Maier—"

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