Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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The mechanical take-off and landing sound of the elevator gradually stopped, and the metal door leading to the bridge opened like a flower petal. 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 twitched her hair carelessly.

As a rare mixed-blood Veeva in the magic world, Elena's unique blood is the most reliable authentication method.

Whether it is compound soup, magic transformation, phantom spell...These can not simulate her special magic fluctuations-to be precise, whether the other party is a pure human wizard, a pure blood veel, or even another hybrid charm No baby will work.

According to Paracelsus’ speculation, due to the frequent and high-intensity use of runes, and the strength of the soul and mind is far greater than that of most wizards, Elena presents an evolution that cannot be replicated. phenomenon':

In terms of physical growth, Elena completely followed the path of a pure-blooded Veeva, and perhaps only entered her teenage years after more than ten years.

However, on the other hand, the rate of increase in the girl's mana is in accordance with the growth rate of the human wizard. It is only one school year's time. In terms of the total amount of mana, she has exceeded the level of many seventh-grade graduates.

As her long silver hair gleaming with light golden light flicked in the air, a magical ripple appeared.

At the same time, a pre-recorded magic recording sounded automatically in the bridge.

"Captainonthebridge!"

All the wizards and fairies on the bridge subconsciously stopped their work.

As the captain of the Huberian, Elena has absolute authority on this bridge. Whether it is Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the ranks are slightly lower than hers-even if the ship is now Moored over Hogwarts.

"Stand behind me, look more, think more, ask less, especially... don't show an expression that is too surprised."

Elena rubbed the head of the little Russian witch who was a little shorter than her, squinted happily, took the girl by the hand and walked to the captain’s podium at the highest point of the bridge, and whispered meaningfully. Said

"Ready to welcome the new world? My dear trainee first officer-Miss Ivanovic."

Before the curiosity in Irina Ivanovich’s eyes emerged, I saw the third-generation Dark Lord, the supreme fairy queen, and the captain of the Huberian with a solemn expression, looking around on the bridge below. The "crew" said solemnly:

"Close the bridge shading, turn on the stratospheric optical invisibility, activate the hull shield, expand the phantom migration barrier, prepare for the first-level launch of the Ruby anti-ship missile system, prepare for the first-level launch of the AK-630 six-tube artillery..."

Accompanied by Elena's voice, the metal protective wall around the bridge made a series of mechanical sounds of metal turning and biting. The "wall" that was originally like a steel house gradually sank, revealing the panoramic tempered glass floor-to-ceiling windows except for the outermost layer.

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

Irina Ivanovich subconsciously covered her small mouth, and finally restrained her almost screaming. She looked shocked and looked around the bridge surrounded by thin clouds. The distant mountains were like dirt. The pile is as short as that.

Irina Ivanovic glanced at the huge magic light curtain that was gradually unfolding on the captain’s podium. Red, green, black, and blue lines were staggered in mid-air to form a The vivid hull model, like a waterfall, is constantly beating with numbers, Russian characters, and English characters that make her feel dazzled.

If the size and proportions of the Hogwarts castle model below are correct...

There is no doubt that this is not the large magical passenger ship that she and her father imagined, or an unknown remote magic teleportation room, let alone ordinary "school buses" or "fishing boats". This is simply...

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

One, armed to the teeth, a fortress of war.

"All calibration time, ten minutes later, ready to make the first jump——"

Glancing at the various weapon system panels that were being activated, Elena continued calmly.

"Record: This operation is code-named'Leningrad Retreat'. The first jump destination, 50°1′42″ North latitude, 45°27′34″ West longitude, Ukraine, the outer port of Nikolayev City. Let’s go Save the heroes of this world...!"

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Russia, outskirts of St. Petersburg.

Romon Losov's house.

In the dark night, tide-like curses flew from all directions toward the Romon Losov’s house.

The invisible magic barrier was fully revealed at this time, and the curse hit the light curtain with a deafening sound, and the blue and white magic sparks burst, rippling layers of ripples, which looked like bubbles that were teetering in a storm.

The battle has been going on for almost half an hour.

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

"Damn... only half an hour..."

Romon Losov asked breathlessly, his chest aching again.

No matter how careful, all wizards who are contaminated with "Witcher's Sorrow" will inevitably stimulate themselves every time they perform magic, causing their already fragile body to start "self-repair".

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

Kurt Maier glanced at the old opponent next to him, and the wand in his hand flexibly stirred, the red light flashed, and it accurately passed through the light curtain and hit the chest of a fairy—compared to a wizard. , These fairy magic is the most annoying.

"If you continue to perform magic at the current intensity, you may have killed yourself before our support arrives... Of course, the greater possibility is to lose consciousness. By the way, add a lot to the therapists. trouble."

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

Romon Losov grinned, as if he wanted to let out a rather disdainful laugh, but the more intense pain had caused his cheeks to twitch involuntarily, and finally twisted into an extremely strange-looking expression.

"Actually, you know it very well in your heart, you bastard-there is no support at all, here is an abandoned son who is responsible for the severance-no one-can face so many wizards, the Ministry of Magic..."

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

More than twenty fairies and wizards lie on the pitted ground. As the most elite combat team of the Destiny Group, Kurt Maier and others showed amazing tactics at the first moment of the attack. Literacy.

In just the first round of the curse confrontation, they knocked down four or five enemies who had launched an attack in the dark.

In Lomonosov’s view, compared to the magical battlefields decades ago, those American wizards are too naive and messy in terms of experience and tactical cooperation. It is almost like fighting in a black market alley. The magic is the same.

It's just that the number of opponents is too much...

Especially after the Aurors of the Russian Ministry of Magic joined the battlefield, the battle became more and more difficult. Just relying on illegally re-holding the wand was enough for the Aurors to judge which side needed to strike first. Fallen object.

Even if the appearance of these Americans and American goblins seems to be suspicious, that is what comes after.

At least compared to the Magical Congress of the United States, which can find a place to question, this group of "criminals" who suddenly obtained a magic wand and launched an offensive and defensive war without warning are obviously much more dangerous. Floo Network has long been monitoring their illegal gathering today. .

As time goes by, the range of the light curtain is compressed.

Even if Kurt Maier and others have gradually given up the offensive and put all their energy on maintaining the light curtain, they still can't resist the attack from the wizards who have more than four or five times the number of them. Failure is only a matter of time.

"Catch it! Mr. Romonrosov! Everything is over!"

Christopher Ryan, holding his magic wand, walked steadily through the flying curse, and came to the stone path in the outdoor garden. Looking at the panting wizards not far away, there was a trace of victory on his face. Smile.

"Don't understand? Our number is several times yours! Not only that, the Floo Net, Door Key, Flying Broom, Phantom Migration...These escape methods are all blocked by us, you missed the last chance to escape— —"

"It is the strength of belief, not the number of people, that determines success or failure. Besides, neither of you has the advantage..."

Kurt Maier supported the crumbling stubborn old man behind him, and said calmly.

"Also, to correct it, that sentence should be right for us..."

Kurt Maier raised his wrist and looked at it, smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful expression.

"It's a pity-you missed the last chance to escape."

"Heh, old fellow, I hope you can still be as hard 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 darker again, and there was a commotion behind him.

"God, look at the sky! What is that?"

"Quickly avoid, quickly..."

Heaven?

What do you mean?

Christopher Ryan frowned~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked into the sky in confusion.

The red rain, falling from the far sky above the sky, was like a meteor across the sky, quickly becoming brighter and brighter in his line of sight, and at a higher distance, a group of shadows dazzled 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 magic wand in Christopher's hand flew out, spinning together with dozens of other magic wands, scattered in the bumpy mud not far away-this is, disarm curse? !

How is it possible, where did it come from? ! How could the sky...

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