Special Containment Procedures Foundation... Trainee Investigator?
Irina Ivanovna's eyes flickered slightly. This name might just be some meaningless title to other wizards, but to her, a "remnant" from the former Soviet Union, it was all too familiar.
A month ago, this massive and mysterious organization descended from the sky and changed her future.
On that Hyperion ship, she stood behind Erina Kaslana and personally witnessed the Russian Ministry of Magic, the International Confederation of Wizards, the Magical Congress of the United States of America, American goblins... how these arrogant magical officials were dissolved in a shower of red spells, losing their memories with almost no power to fight back.
And the "wizard organization" that defeated those magical department Aurors, most of them had similar metal badges pinned to their chests.
As for their identity...
Irina Ivanovna subconsciously turned her head to look at the Ravenclaw table not far away.
At the very end of the long table, Erina was still sitting there quietly, but unknowingly, in addition to Luna Lovegood, the other new students who had just joined Ravenclaw also picked up their plates and sat beside her.
Sure enough, is this the so-called... light?
Irina's eyes blurred for a moment, her thoughts drifting away, recalling that night a few days ago.
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Time: Two days ago
Location: Outside St. Petersburg
"Is this your reliance on fighting against the International Confederation of Wizards?"
Irina Ivanovna's pupils shrank, looking at the light screen in front of Erina, "A brand new wizard army? Inheriting Grindelwald's will, lurking on this basis, and expanding dozens of times in scale?"
In front of them, a screen of densely packed rectangular light screens was pieced together.
Hundreds of male and female wizards' portraits appeared on the light screen, waiting for Erina to issue instructions, and at the chest of each of them, a silver badge flickered. Judging from the notes in the upper right corner of each person's light screen, they were all on a ship at this time.
"Prepare, Disarming Charm, Stupefy, alternate saturated barrage in three rounds..."
Erina casually waved her hand, her fingers lightly tapping in the air.
Along with the girl's magic, an invisible ripple instantly spread throughout the bridge, and then, the light guide channels of all "launch pads" opened, revealing a groove just enough for a wand to be placed inside—as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times in advance, the wizards skillfully pulled out their wands, put them into the grooves, and began chanting.
Deep in the groove were several modified six-barreled Gatling cannons.
However, the original ammunition inlet was temporarily replaced with a huge magic concave lens, and the spells from all directions gathered here. After refraction and reflection, they poured down the cannon barrels.
Red rain of light fell from the sky—
"After the saturation shot, clean up the battlefield according to the original plan, over—"
Erina glanced at the sporadic counterattacks below, and said calmly in a low voice, then turned off the light screen.
Due to Newt and Dumbledore's delays, not many members of the Russian Ministry of Magic arrived at the battlefield at this time. Most of them were elite Aurors from the Magical Congress of the United States of America, and a small number of American Gringotts goblins.
In fact, from the moment Newt Scamander joined, the outcome had completely lost its suspense.
The plan was very simple: delete the memories of all hostile members present, and let these officials fight wits with the air.
After the "Ulyanovsk Rescue Plan" lasting for half a year, the Memory Charm could be said to be one of the most familiar and best spells for this group of wizards. Erina didn't need to spend extra energy worrying about it at all.
At this time, Erina finally had free time to slowly savor the magic of the devil's adjutant.
"You said... army? No, they were never soldiers."
Erina raised the corners of her mouth and gently patted the blank space on the chair, signaling Irina to sit next to her.
Then, she took out her wand and waved it in the air.
The light screen that had appeared in front of the two reappeared, but this time the number of people was obviously much smaller, and they were all static photos, in archive mode, rather than the real-time command and communication screen of the Hyperion bridge as before.
"Kurt Meyer, the owner and bartender of the 'Salt Branch Bar' in Salzburg."
"Bill Weasley, curse-breaker at the Egyptian branch of Gringotts Wizarding Bank."
"Gilderoy Lockhart, bestselling author, freelance writer."
"Frank..."
As if chatting, Erina pointed to the pictures on the screen and enthusiastically introduced them one by one.
"Of course, they now have an additional identity, members of the Special Containment Procedures Foundation—but according to their identity, abilities, and personal wishes, they hold different positions in the Foundation, non-profit, unpaid positions."
"Special Containment Procedures Foundation?"
Irina Ivanovna repeated curiously.
However, before she could finish speaking, the light screen flickered, and a series of textured, three-dimensional English words, as if emerging from the abyss, appeared in front of her one after another, eventually forming a huge badge.
"That's right, as you can see, this is not a military organization..."
Erina shrugged and looked at the badge in front of her meaningfully, her tone complicated.
"If one day you sit in this position, I hope you must remember one thing, the most powerful force in this world will never come from violent organizations with the purpose of destruction—only these sparks gathered by ordinary people have the possibility to completely illuminate the vast and boundless dark night sky above mankind, power can never override 'ordinary people'."
"But, if we don't show strength, how can we gather them together?"
Irina Ivanovna said, her voice revealing a hint of confusion.
The rain of magical spells had gradually stopped, and the area below became extremely quiet. Apart from the occasional magical light, this area under the Hyperion was like a quiet cemetery, exuding a chilling coldness.
Those Ministry of Magic officials and members of the International Confederation of Wizards who had broken into her home, taken away her grandfather's wand, and confined her grandfather in the firewood shed behind the house to wait quietly for death, offered no decent resistance—the power and influence that had once seemed like the whole world to Irina were as fragile at this moment as she had been when her father locked her in the bedroom.
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Chapter One! OMG!