Leaving the Russian Iron Hammer Tavern and returning to Hogwarts, it was already dusk.

"Another school year starting? Time really flies."

Aileen sat on the terrace outside the Ravenclaw common room, watching the "little ants" surging into the castle avenue below. Recalling the complex arrangements of the holiday, she sighed softly.

"Alas, the evils of capitalism..."

If it were half a year ago, and she had the opportunity to participate in the capitalist feast of the dissolution of the Soviet Union, she might have directly chosen the same methods as European and American countries, inflating prices, shorting the ruble, and destroying the market mechanism... Within the scope of the rules, the profits that capital can obtain are ultimately limited. Only by completely destroying the market can one obtain nearly unlimited benefits from the past, present, and future.

But now that she has entered Hogwarts, she has to consider the problem from another perspective. This not only requires taking into account the interests of wizards and the magical world, but also the new options that the magical power can bring.

At least in Aileen's eyes at this moment, the future is divided into two intertwined but distinctly different paths on this year's Winter Solstice. The ending of one of them has already been written: the alliance collapses, the Stars and Stripes dance on the corpse of the bear, billions of people will face nearly ten years of famine, and half of humanity's most brilliant knowledge will be buried forever under the snowflakes of Moscow.

The other road leads to an unknown new world. The power of magic will shelter the afterglow from the red, the Iron Throne soars in the sky, the course of history begins to change from this moment, but the future will also be shrouded in a layer of fog that she can no longer see through, which is also the point she has hesitated the most about before.

Since returning from the Nikolaev shipyard, Aileen has been thinking that perhaps she doesn't need to pay too much attention to her precognition of historical events—people's hearts will always change, and relying too much on this may backfire.

Even Mr. Makarov, who has a firm belief, has experienced emotional breakdowns such as wavering, rage, and weeping in several "saves." Aileen doesn't think that the "novel plots" in her mind will play out as expected.

You know, the plot of the Philosopher's Stone has been fluttered by her little wings and can never return, and the plot of the Chamber of Secrets seems unlikely to be repeated. Instead of praying for the convergence of the world, it is better to actively grasp the future in her own hands.

Coo coo coo—

Aileen looked at the distant sky, reached out and caught the reserve food that fell from the sky, as if holding up the whole world.

And I, Aileen Kaslana, am...

"Aileen, guess who I am?"

Just then, a pair of chubby little hands suddenly covered her eyes from behind, and two fake human hearts bumped into the back of the white-haired ball, almost knocking her directly off the terrace extending from the castle. A familiar voice came from her ear.

"Uh, Hannah, you scared me... How, how did you guys know I was here?"

The atmosphere she had finally built up was instantly shattered. Aileen casually stuffed the reserve food into her chest, and while prying open the hands covering her eyes, she turned around in surprise to look behind her.

Besides Hannah Abbott, Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood were also there.

The three excited little faces were a little flushed. The girls' weak bodies trembled slightly under their large wizard robes. Obviously, the three of them had just returned from the snowy weather outside the castle and went straight to this place.

"Luna told me, she felt you might be here waiting for us... Long time no see, Little Reserve Food."

Hannah chuckled, reached out and skillfully rubbed the little head on Aileen's chest, and answered casually.

Behind Hannah, Hermione, panting, glanced at the white-haired ball that had just jumped down on the terrace, a look of shock appearing in her eyes, her gaze hovering incredulously between the smiling Luna and Aileen.

"That's amazing, Luna, how did you know? You must have secretly written a letter, right!"

"Well, I just guessed... I thought Aileen should be on the terrace."

"That's too coincidental, isn't it? Hogwarts Castle is so big, you must usually play with Aileen here, plus this is the best place to observe the castle avenue, so..."

"Granger, you always think too complicatedly. Actually, I really just guessed..."

Aileen looked at Hermione with a face full of unwillingness, and then at Luna, who was rebutting in a low voice, and said with a smile:

"Okay, stop arguing. Let's go, let's go back to the Gryffindor common room—I'll take you to see the treasure Harry just got! And those Weasley boys, they've been playing chess together these days and bullying me so badly, I need help!"

In fact, Grindelwald and Dumbledore don't understand, from beginning to end, Aileen has never had such grand ambitions.

What she hopes for is just to live the life she wants freely, and to have the ability to protect the people she cares about from harm, and to be happier... It's just that this number is now becoming more and more.

If the most powerful person is crowned with the title of Demon King, then Aileen doesn't mind wearing this crown.

Because as Grindelwald said, protection is the most powerful force in this world.

……

Ukraine, a wizarding inn located in Kiev.

Kurt Miel, who had changed into a set of non-magical world clothing, pushed a stack of documents in front of "Destiny Temporary Security Consultant" Gilderoy Lockhart and said in a bad tone,

"This is your first job, and it's your only responsibility at the moment. You're free as soon as you complete it."

"Just like that? Helping to maintain the secrecy of a large Muggle industry?"

Gilderoy Lockhart roughly flipped through the documents in front of him and said with a slight surprise, "Actually, you don't need to be so cautious. If it's just this, we didn't need to go through that method before..."

"Hmph, keep reading."

Kurt snorted coldly, a hint of unwillingness and threat appearing on his face.

"Although I don't know why, Miss insists on you serving as the chief security consultant for this event. In other words, you will be able to mobilize thirty wizards, including me, to carry out magical protection work—the only condition is that there must be no leakage. All sounds, images, and memories can only remain in that slipway."

"Wait? Me, in charge? And thirty wizards?!"

Lockhart was slightly stunned and pointed at himself exaggeratedly.

The male wizard quickly lowered his head and looked at the document in his hand.

The estimated duration is three months to half a year, the total planned budget is 12 million Galleons, there are 30 resident wizards, and in case of emergency, all Destiny staff in Ukraine can be mobilized. When life is threatened, the use of most single-target curses against people, including Avada Kedavra and the Imperius Curse, is permitted...

Gulp…

Lockhart immediately looked around the room, at the ten or so middle-aged and elderly wizards staring at him with unkind eyes. The handsome blond wizard swallowed nervously and showed an awkward but polite smile.

"Um, is there something wrong somewhere? I actually only have a little bit of talent besides the Obliviate Charm..."

If he was still glad that he hadn't encountered some vengeful object at the beginning, Lockhart's heart was already full of unease. In the current magical world, the forces that can freely mobilize dozens of elite wizards are not the Ministry of Magic.

In his impression, even the Death Eaters under the command of the mysterious man back then needed to come out in full force.

Who are these people...?

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong. Since my granddaughter said you can do it, then you definitely can."

Just then, an old, hoarse voice came from outside the door.

Gilderoy Lockhart looked up and saw a well-dressed old gentleman pushing the door open and walking in slowly.

"If you don't achieve the results we want, it must be because you deliberately caused trouble or were negligent. As for the consequences, they are definitely something neither of us wants to see... Of course, we are not unreasonable villains and ruffians."

The old man took out a strange wand covered in scabs and smiled at the uneasy Lockhart.

"Following the ancient tradition of the magical world, you can directly end this contract through a one-on-one wizard duel—as long as you can defeat me in the duel, then all of this can be written off."

"Duel?" Gilderoy Lockhart calmed down and asked subconsciously.

"That's right, it seems I don't need to explain too much." The old man grinned and showed a particularly nostalgic expression, "Dear Mr. Lockhart, considering the special period, I can give you one day to choose a dueling assistant." (Click to view notes)

Hmm? You can also choose an assistant?!

A trace of hesitation flashed in Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes, and he began to think about the powerful wizards he knew. As a well-known figure in the magical world, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, he still knew many powerful characters.

However, facing this unknown mysterious old wizard, he may not have a complete victory.

"In that case..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Gilderoy Lockhart gritted his teeth, looked up at the mysterious organization's head who was looking through the "employment contracts" in front of him with great interest, and took a deep breath and said.

"Then I choose Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore, you must know him, right? That's right, for many years, he has actually been my pen pal, it is reasonable for me to choose him as my assistant!"

"Hmm? Albus?"

The old wizard repeated with a strange expression, raised his eyebrows, and shook his head at Lockhart with a playful look.

"I'm very sorry, I guess it might not work."

"Sure enough, I knew it. What wizard duel, it's just a bad game of cat and mouse."

A look of desolation appeared on Gilderoy Lockhart's face. He should have understood long ago that the other party would not give him the opportunity to contact Dumbledore at all. How could such a low-level loophole appear in such a mysterious and huge magical organization.

"No, no, no, I think you misunderstood, I don't intend to break the contract."

The old wizard raised his finger and shook it, saying gently, "It's just that according to the rules, the same person cannot serve as the assistant for both sides of the duel at the same time. Albus is already my dueling assistant, so you may need to find someone else."

"Besides, as far as I know, he doesn't seem to have a pen pal like you... does he?"

A dangerous light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said softly.

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