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The once crowded and chaotic Lovegood home had been completely transformed.

With the help of friendly neighbors, the Lovegood's cottage, though not significantly different in appearance, had expanded its interior space by three or four times. The magical printing press, previously housed inside, had been moved to a small warehouse behind the cottage for unified printing, packaging, and mailing.

However, Xenophilius Lovegood was not at all pleased; he even felt like moving out.

The expanded space had nothing to do with him – most of the time, it served as a transfer station, temporary office, and "Little Demon King's" conference room for Destiny Group personnel.

As the remodeling of the large ship docked in Ukraine neared completion, Aileen’s business trips to meetings had become more frequent, eventually settling into a fixed pattern of two meetings per week.

This was not only to ensure the smooth completion of the final stage and handover process but also because, after nearly three months of fermentation, the false bubble of the former Soviet Union had reached its peak, one step away from the cliff.

According to reports from wizards stationed throughout the former Soviet Union, localized famines had begun to appear in Ukraine and Russia. The candies of capitalism had melted into every corner of the land. With the collusion of oligarchic governments, speculative funds had gathered enough rubles and securities, ready to strike with a butcher's knife.

However, in the eyes of a few insiders, they were merely slightly plump mantises.

Xenophilius, carefully proofreading the spelling of the latest issue of *The Quibbler* at his desk, looked up at the row of clocks on the wall. According to London time, the silver-haired little devil should be arriving soon.

After these days of interacting with Aileen Kaslana, and increasingly clear on the calamity her arrival might bring to this world, the righteous and wise Xenophilius Lovegood had made up his mind...

*Crackle-*

The flames in the fireplace instantly turned green. A slender figure emerged leisurely from the flames, bright silver hair fluttering slightly, seemingly brightening the entire living room.

"Aileen, you're early today? Thirsty? I made you some lemonade..."

Xenophilius put down his quill and stood up with a smile, carrying a delicate porcelain teacup and a steaming crystal teapot containing several slices of fresh lemon on a tray.

"Wait, perhaps you'd like some rock sugar? Or brown sugar today?" Xenophilius placed the tray on the long table in the middle of the living room, pouring hot lemonade while chattering.

As the first person to perceive the truth, to know the most unspeakable secrets, Xenophilius Lovegood had long since accepted his fate, becoming a loyal member of the Demon King's support group.

Or, as Aileen put it, a "partner of justice."

Furthermore, according to his observations, his precious daughter, Luna Lovegood, was almost turning into the shape of this white-haired ball. If he wanted to see Luna more often during her school years, he had to maintain a good relationship with Aileen.

"Well, I can do it myself, you don't have to be so polite."

Aileen smiled and shook her head, handing Xenophilius a letter from her robes. "Oh, this is a letter from Luna, she won't be back this weekend. There's a nest of Puffskeins in the Forbidden Forest that are having babies."

"Ah? Not coming back, oh, well..."

Xenophilius Lovegood's smile froze, and he gave a somewhat disappointed oh.

He looked at the envelope in his hand, stunned. He naturally knew that his daughter liked magical creatures. Compared to this room full of manuscripts, the cute little animals in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest were obviously more popular... weren’t they?

In the brief moment of Xenophilius' distraction, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

This was quite rare. Most of the time, visitors arrived directly at the teleportation cottage next to the living room using Portkeys or the Floo Network, instead of walking through the booby-trapped path and entering through the front door.

Aileen's lips curved up, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"Aha! It seems our guests have arrived."

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At the same time, outside the Lovegood home.

"So... you hid the gold in here?"

The goblin Douglas frowned, looking at the strangely shaped cylindrical building in front of him, and asked in confusion.

They had arrived at the top of a small hill in this wizarding village. A bizarre house stood under the blue sky, surrounded by small wooden houses, looking like a huge black cylinder or a chess castle. Behind the "castle," a ghostly moon hung in the afternoon sky.

On this road, Douglas could recognize at least six or seven kinds of magical traps, including alarms, imprisonment, weakening, direct killing... If it weren't for "Dumbledore's" guidance, even dozens of Aurors would not be able to break through so many layers of magical protection in a short time.

At the same time, as they got closer and closer to the "castle," Douglas clearly felt the stagnation in the air. All apparition magic, including goblin magic, was severely interfered with.

Undoubtedly, this area, like Gringotts underground, Hogwarts Castle, and the Ministry of Magic's office area, was a special restricted area.

"Gold? No, why would you think that? The gold is, of course, in Hogwarts."

The old wizard glanced at the goblin behind him with some doubt, pointing to the wooden courtyard gate with a classic charm. "This is just the home of Mr. Lovegood, the editor of *The Quibbler*, look."

Three hand-painted signs were nailed to the courtyard gate. The writing on them seemed to have been modified many times.

The first: *The New Quibbler*, *A Bite of Hogwarts*, *Into Magic* Editorial Department

The second: Please pick a sprig of mistletoe yourself

The third: Don't touch the Dirigible Plums

Before Douglas could understand the meaning of the latter two signs, the courtyard door creaked open by itself.

"Follow my steps, don't move anything. Don't resist..."

Not far away, "Albus Dumbledore's" voice became serious. The old wizard waved the wand in his hand gently, as if conducting a silent concert, looking slightly strange.

Accompanied by a strange magical power, Douglas and others unconsciously followed Dumbledore forward. They felt layers of magical imprints gently falling on them. The goblins were nervous at first, but soon relaxed.

As goblin elites from deep within Gringotts, they recognized the use of this magic almost immediately - this was the most common identity authentication magic used to pass through magical restricted areas, equivalent to a muggle world security card.

This was an ancient magic originating from goblins. Other than that, there were no other side effects.

Therefore, after being slightly surprised by the severity of the protection here, Douglas, Bogrod, Grivet and other goblins gradually let down their guard and began to look around with interest, wanting to know what was so important here.

The winding path was full of strange plants, like a beautiful and fantastic garden.

Shrubs with silver light were full of orange-red radish-shaped fruits, and there were warty vines that looked like dead branches. Several Mandrakes buried in the ground shook the grass leaves on their heads. In addition, there were gently panting red peppers and Bubotubers twisting their bodies in the woods...

Two old crabapple trees bent by the wind guarded both sides of the front door. The leaves had fallen off, but they were still covered with small red fruits and large tufts of mistletoe coronets with white beads. Two owls squatted on the branches, quietly watching them.

Douglas and other goblins who had long been exposed to various magical traps could feel the magic power lingering around the roots of these two trees. Even if they suddenly pulled out their roots and turned into treants, Douglas would not be surprised.

"This is simply one of the most heavily guarded places I've ever seen... Even Gringotts..."

"Shh, be quiet, watch, learn - I won't always lead the way for you after this."

Not far ahead, "Dumbledore" suddenly raised his finger, making a quiet gesture that didn't quite fit his habit, walked to the thick black door, and knocked three times gently. The door was inlaid with iron round nails and a strange circular knocker.

With the old wizard's movement, the circular knocker rotated 180 degrees horizontally, as if it had been facing away from them all the time, turning into a round owl face with a metal beak opening and closing.

"Please answer: What do I look like?"

"A round-faced fat chicken."

"Correct answer."

The next moment, the door opened automatically with a swivel.

At the same time, the faint sense of danger that had been lingering around Douglas and the other goblins finally dissipated. On the courtyard gate with signs behind them, two wooden knots moved, like a pair of old eyes, scanning the visitors in the yard, and slowly closed the door.

After nearly half a year of transformation, as the temporary base of Destiny Group, this place had almost become an increasingly secretive and dangerous demon king city - the female reporter who was still locked in a nearby wooden house was the small insect that disappeared into it.

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As the heavy black door opened, a warm light dyed the room.

Before Douglas and the goblins could see the arrangement inside, they heard a crisp girl's voice coming from the door, with a bit of reproach and excitement.

"Grandpa, you're late today... I thought you'd be here before me."

Then, a girl as lovely as an angel appeared in everyone's sight.

Grand, Grandpa?!

A trace of doubt appeared on Douglas's face, and he looked uncertainly at the white-haired old wizard standing in front of him. In the information of Gringotts goblins, Albus Dumbledore should have no children, let alone a granddaughter.

"Cough, mainly because I've been borrowing Albus's wand too frequently recently, he may have become a little suspicious, so it took a little extra time, but it will be fine later, he asked me to return it to him next month."

The old wizard coughed lightly, bent down slightly, touched Aileen's head affectionately, turned around and looked at the petrified goblins behind him, showing a friendly smile, and made a please gesture to the house.

"Come in quickly, friends from Gringotts, it's much warmer inside than outside."

The goblins who had just escaped from the brink of death not long ago, who traveled from the depths of London Gringotts to Ottery St Catchpole village in Devon thousands of miles away, were shaking like sieves at this moment.

Combining the strange wizards they had seen along the way, a terrible conjecture became increasingly clear in the minds of all the goblins. Bogrod, the deputy director in charge of various information, was trembling all over, looking at the smiling "Albus Dumbledore" in front of him with a shocked expression, and his breathing became rapid.

"You, you... you are not Dumbledore! This is a trap! Who are you?!"

For a moment, he even suspected that the final result of the peak duel that attracted the attention of the entire wizarding world decades ago... maybe, from then on, the world had been deceived by appearances, Elder Leos never said anything about this!

"Of course I'm not Albus, in fact, I didn't say I was him - this can't be counted as deception."

The old man grinned and nodded, shrugging his shoulders helplessly, while drawing out his wand and waving it slowly. The face began to change towards another look, heterochromatic eyes flickering with strange light, said extremely elegant.

"Oh, sorry... I forgot to introduce myself just now, Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald. But don't worry, the real Albus Dumbledore actually acquiesced to all of this, and will meet with you later - when the time is right..."

As Grindelwald waved his wand, the goblins standing at the door felt a gentle force pushing them from behind. Under the shock of their minds, they couldn't help but took a few steps forward, crossed the threshold, and entered the house.

*Bang.*

Before the goblins could stand still, there was a dull closing sound from behind them.

The owner of the house, Xenophilius Lovegood, had somehow walked to the door, closed the heavy black door again, and all the goblins felt that they had entered a strange space, looking uneasily at the surrounding environment.

The modified room was still a standard circle, as if it were a huge pepper bottle. All kinds of seasonings, candies, biscuits, fruits, dried meat shops... were placed everywhere on the surrounding walls, cabinets, and cupboards.

In the very center was a huge round dining table. The silver-haired little witch was sitting at the table, talking in a low voice with Grindelwald while looking at the goblins with great interest, her eyes flashing with strange brilliance.

Not far away, Xenophilius Lovegood had returned to his desk, picked up his quill, and continued to revise the content of the new issue of *The New Quibbler*. The opening title was - "Shocking! Gringotts - The Dark Lord's Secret Industry?!"

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