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"Destiny? Never heard of it..."

Makarov, the director of the Black Sea Shipyard, shook his head and said blandly.

As he spoke, Makarov glanced at the security guards on the ground around him, their chests and abdomens rising and falling slightly, and slowly released his right hand from the pistol at his waist—to be able to sneak into the core area of the shipyard silently and subdue his guards instantly...

Whatever method they used, it was clearly not something an old guy like him could handle.

"But you may have come to the wrong place. I'm just an ordinary shipyard worker. Whether it's selling the whole ship, dismantling it for steel, or even restarting work to reassemble it, it's not something I can decide."

Makarov looked up at the girl standing on the mobile scaffolding in front of him, and said calmly.

"And... the Ulyanovsk will never be completed."

"Why? I don't think the Ukrainian government would refuse such a huge order and financial aid."

Elena shook her head with a smile, her face full of confident arrogance, and repeated softly.

"I said... Destiny is very rich—"

"I'm sorry, money is not everything, Miss Apocalis. At least, it never was in the Soviet Union."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Makarov's mouth. He turned his head and took a deep look at the half-finished "child" lying quietly on the slipway, then pointed to the empty dock around him and shook his head.

"To complete such a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, you need the Soviet Union, the Central Committee of the Party, the State Planning Commission, the Military-Industrial Commission and nine defense industrial ministries, 600 related majors, 8,000 supporting manufacturers... In short, this is a great country that can complete the project, however..."

The old man was silent for a long time, sighed, and continued.

"However, this powerful country no longer exists—in the event of national disintegration, it is almost impossible to complete it. Manpower, parts, time, finance... everything is no longer allowed."

"Perhaps, if only from the perspective of this world."

Elena nodded in agreement, pushed off the mobile scaffolding with both hands and jumped back to the ground, turned to look at Grindelwald, who had come with her, pointed to the unfinished giant ship behind her, and asked with some expectation in her eyes.

"Grandpa, what do you think? Looks pretty good, right?! Can you find a way to take it back?"

"..."

Gellert Grindelwald's cheeks twitched slightly. He looked up at the "steel castle" in front of him, which occupied almost his entire field of vision, took a deep breath, and tried to keep his tone calm.

"This is what you said before, the... big ship you wanted to buy from the Muggles in Ukraine?!"

As a wizard, Grindelwald didn't know much about the non-magical world, but he had seen many Muggle ships during the war decades ago, so he was no stranger to this common vehicle.

Not to mention, Durmstrang Institute itself owned a giant ship that had been magically modified.

But whether in the magical world or the non-magical world, in Grindelwald's memory, there was no ship that looked like this—such a large steel fortress, could it even be called a ship?!

"That's right, it's called an aircraft carrier," Elena nodded, explaining seriously, "a very famous means of transportation in the non-magical world. You can think of it as a large cargo ship."

"Air...craft carrier? This thing can fly?!"

Grindelwald was slightly stunned, frowned and looked at the ship that had not yet been assembled in front of him, trying to imagine what it would look like when it was finally completed and officially put into operation, and nodded thoughtfully.

"If it can fly, even if Hogwarts' Black Lake can't hold it, at least we can find a place for it to float."

"Uh, it can't fly yet... but I think if you and Professor Dumbledore, as well as everyone from Destiny, can participate in the modification and construction process together, it should still be possible."

Elena scratched her cheek and said a little embarrassedly.

"Before that, it shouldn't be a big problem to park it in the Black Lake for a while—I roughly estimated the area and depth of the Black Lake, and it's no problem to park such a ship."

If Elena remembered correctly, navigation in the magical world did not fully follow common modes of movement. At least when Durmstrang Institute participated in the Triwizard Tournament, that big wooden ship was directly transported to the bottom of the Hogwarts Lake.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, since magical crafts from decades ago could do this, there was no reason why it couldn't be done by combining the powers of Grindelwald and Dumbledore (to be determined), and a group of experienced and knowledgeable Saints.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, silently glanced at the steel behemoth in front of him, and asked with some uncertainty, "Transportation?"

"That's right, a means of transportation that Muggles use to transport airplanes, submarines, and some personnel and materials." Elena replied理直气壮ly, "On this point, even if Professor Dumbledore asks, the answer is the same."

"Okay... let's just treat it as an ordinary big ship."

Grindelwald shook his head noncommittally, and did not argue with Elena on this detail.

Anyway, he wasn't the one who would have a headache in the end. As for whether Elena wanted to use this ship to start a war or transport materials, it had nothing to do with him.

"But according to what you said, you seem to be planning to modify this ship into a flyable magic-guided vehicle? Are you sure you can convince that stubborn guy at school?"

"Of course, I've carefully studied the law."

Elena raised a finger, shook it quite得意ly, and said confidently.

"Professor Dumbledore will later discover that what I'm doing is not illegal, although we should probably tell him the truth in advance... There's a loophole in the law, he'll find... in fact, as long as no irrelevant Muggles see it, the fact that the ship can fly will not violate any law."

Since Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands, naturally the laws made by the British Ministry of Magic apply.

And in this regard, Mr. Arthur Weasley, the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, has already left a lot of loopholes in the law—for example, the flying Ford car parked at his house is the best example.

Although so far, Mr. Arthur Weasley has always thought that he is the only one who knows all the loopholes for the time being...

"I just want to confirm that if we really buy this big guy..."

Elena glanced indifferently at the two former Soviet shipyard executives who had fallen into confusion because of her conversation with Grindelwald, and looked at the original Black 魔王 and asked slowly and earnestly.

"With your strength and that of everyone in Destiny, is it possible to superficially create the illusion that you are dismantling this ship, and deeply participate in the subsequent hull assembly process, so that its completion can be advanced to the level where it can enter water assembly? Then... 神不知鬼不觉ly, take it back to Hogwarts?"

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