Hogwarts, Hyperion.

The mechanical sound of the elevator ascending and descending gradually stopped, and the metal door leading to the bridge opened like petals. The supreme Fairy Queen, the Third Generation Dark Lord... Erina Kaslana and her newly recruited adjutant appeared at the entrance.

As the metal door opened, Erina casually flicked her hair.

As a rare Veela hybrid in the wizarding world, Erina's unique bloodline was the most reliable authentication method.

Whether it's Polyjuice Potion, magical transformation, Disillusionment Charm... none of these can simulate her special magical fluctuations—to be precise, neither a pure human wizard, a pureblood Veela, nor even another Veela hybrid could.

According to Paracelsus's speculation, due to the frequent, high-intensity use of runic magic, and the strength of her soul and mind far exceeding most wizards, Erina exhibited an unreplicable 'evolutionary phenomenon':

In terms of physiological growth, Erina completely followed the trajectory of a pureblood Veela, perhaps only entering adolescence in more than a decade.

However, on the other hand, the rate of increase in the magical power within the girl's body was increasing according to the growth rate of human wizards. After only one academic year, in terms of the total amount of magical power alone, she had surpassed the level of many seventh-year graduates.

As her silver hair, shimmering with a light golden glow, swept through the air, a ripple of magic arose.

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

"Captain on the bridge!"

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

As the captain of the Hyperion, Erina had absolute authority on this bridge. The order of precedence of both Dumbledore and Grindelwald was slightly lower than hers—even though this ship was now docked above Hogwarts.

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

Erina rubbed the head of the Russian little witch who was slightly shorter than her, narrowed her eyes happily, and, while holding the girl's hand, walked to the captain's command platform at the highest point of the bridge, and said meaningfully in a low voice:

"Ready to welcome the new world? My dear apprentice first mate—Miss Ivanovich."

Before Irina Ivanovich could even show a curious expression in her eyes, the Third Generation Dark Lord, the supreme Fairy Queen, the captain of the Hyperion, had a solemn expression on her face, looked around at the "crew" on the bridge below, and said in a deep voice:

"Close the bridge's light shielding, activate stratospheric optical camouflage, energize the hull shield, deploy the anti-Apparition barrier, Ruby anti-ship missile system level one launch readiness, AK-630 six-barreled cannon level one launch readiness..."

Accompanied by Erina's voice, the metal protective walls around the bridge emitted a series of mechanical sounds of metal turning and meshing. The "walls," which were originally like steel houses, gradually sank, revealing the outermost panoramic reinforced glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

A light blue magic screen flashed quickly outside the window.

Irina Ivanovich subconsciously covered her small mouth, barely suppressing the scream she almost let out, and looked in shock at the surroundings of the bridge, which were surrounded by thin clouds. The distant mountains looked as small as mounds.

Irina Ivanovich glanced at the huge magic screen that was gradually unfolding on the captain's command platform. Red, green, black, and blue lines intertwined in mid-air, forming a lifelike model of the ship's hull. The numbers, Russian characters, and English characters that were constantly jumping and changing like a waterfall made her feel dizzy.

If the size ratio of the Hogwarts castle model below was correct...

There was no doubt that this was not the large magical passenger liner, or the unknown long-distance magical transfer room, or the ordinary "school bus" or "fishing boat" that she and her father had imagined. This was simply...

A sky city cast from steel, magic, and technology.

A war fortress, armed to the teeth.

"All calibrate the time. Prepare for the first jump in ten minutes—"

Erina glanced at the weapons system panels that were being activated and continued calmly.

"Record: The code name for this operation is 'Leningrad Evacuation'. The destination for the first jump is 50°1′42″ north latitude, 45°27′34″ west longitude, Ukraine, the outer port of Nikolaev. We're going to save the heroes of this world...!"

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Russia, outside St. Petersburg.

The Lomonosov family home.

In the pitch-black night, a tide of spells flew towards the Lomonosov family's house from all directions.

The invisible magical barrier was now fully revealed. The spells struck the light curtain, making deafening sounds. Blue-white magical sparks burst open, rippling out in layers, looking like a bubble swaying in a storm.

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

Perhaps compared to the non-magical world's sieges and defenses that last for dozens of days, months, or even years, this was only an extremely brief moment, but in the wizarding world, this was already considered an extremely long battle.

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

Lomonosov asked, panting. His chest began to ache violently again.

No matter how careful they were, any wizard who was infected with "Wizard's Woe" would inevitably stimulate themselves every time they cast a spell, thereby causing their already fragile bodies to begin to "self-repair."

"I told you before, the wisest choice for you is to go to the safe house with the children..."

Kurt Mael glanced at his old opponent next to him, and the wand in his hand flicked deftly. A red light flashed, accurately passing through the light curtain and hitting a goblin in the chest—compared to wizards, these goblins' magic was the most annoying.

"If you continue to cast spells at the current intensity, you might kill yourself before our reinforcements arrive... Of course, the greater possibility is that you will lose consciousness and give the healers a bunch of trouble."

"Healers? Reinforcements? Ha—I don't believe in fairy tales—ha—"

Lomonosov grinned, seeming to want to let out a rather disdainful laugh, but the increasingly intense pain had already caused his cheeks to twitch uncontrollably, eventually twisting into an extremely strange expression.

"Actually, you know very well, you bastard—there are no reinforcements at all. This is just a pawn responsible for covering the retreat—no one—can confront so many wizards head-on. The Ministry of Magic..."

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

Twenty or so goblins and wizards lay scattered on the pitted ground. As the most elite batch of combat teams in the Tianming Group, Kurt Mael and others displayed amazing tactical qualities the moment they were attacked.

In just the first round of spell exchanges, they knocked down four or five enemies who launched attacks from the darkness in one fell swoop.

In Lomonosov's opinion, compared to the magic battlefield decades ago, those American wizards were too naive and scattered in terms of experience and tactical cooperation. They were simply like magical thugs fighting in black market alleys.

However, the other side had too many people...

Especially after the Aurors from the Russian Ministry of Magic joined the battlefield, the battle became even more difficult. The mere fact that they illegally repossessed wands was enough for those Aurors to determine which side was the first to be knocked down.

Even if the appearance of these Americans and American goblins seemed full of doubts, that would be a matter for later.

At least compared to the American MACUSA, which could be questioned in place, this group of "criminals" who suddenly obtained wands and launched a defense without warning was obviously much more dangerous. The Floo Network had long monitored their illegal gathering today.

As time passed, the range of the light curtain between them compressed.

Even though Kurt Mael and others had gradually given up attacking and put all their energy into maintaining the light curtain, they still could not resist the attacks of wizards who outnumbered them by four or five times. Failure was only a matter of time.

"Surrender! Mr. Lomonosov! It's all over!"

Christopher Rian held his wand, steadily stepping through the spells that filled the sky, and came to the stone path in the outdoor garden. A smile of a victor appeared on his face as he looked at the wizards who were panting not far away.

"Don't you understand? We have several times your number! Not only that, the Floo Network, Portkeys, Flying Brooms, Apparition... all these escape methods have been blocked by us. You missed the last chance to escape—"

"What determines success or failure is the strength of belief, not the number of people. Besides, you don't have an advantage in either..."

Kurt Mael supported the stubborn old man behind him, who was swaying, and said calmly.

"Also, correct me, that sentence should be said by us..."

Kurt Mael raised his wrist and looked at it, smiled lightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful expression.

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

"Heh, old man, I hope you can still be so tough in the interrogation room..."

Christopher Rian narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his wand.

Just then, the surroundings suddenly darkened a bit, and there was a commotion behind him.

"Oh my god, look at the sky! What is that?"

"Get out of the way, quickly..."

The sky?

What does that mean?

Christopher Rian frowned and looked at the sky in confusion.

Red rain fell from the extremely distant sky, and like shooting stars streaking across the sky, they quickly became brighter and brighter in his sight. In the higher distance, a shadowy black shadow blocked the moonlight.

No...

This is not rain! This is!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless scarlet spells fell from the sky. The wand in Christopher's hand flew out suddenly, spinning and scattering in the pitted mud not far away along with dozens of other wands—this was, the Disarming Charm?!

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

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Hundreds of meters above the ground, the Hyperion.

"Listen carefully, Irina, let me tell you what magic is..."

Erina turned her head, looked at the girl next to her, and said softly.

"Only the power that can turn this imperfect real world into the fairy tale you expect can be called magic! Other than that, it's all... heh..."

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Volume 3, End! Next volume "A Certain Scientific Hogwarts," stay tuned.

ps: By the way, soliciting the name of this volume.