"I'm very sorry, I haven't thought it through yet."

Kurt Myer glanced at the wand pointed at his chest and replied calmly.

"Mr. Lomonosov, do you have any other questions? If not, then I might need to excuse myself for a moment. The Floo network connected to the fireplace and the defenses around the house still need to be reinforced."

"Don't pretend. I knew it was you the moment you stepped into my house—"

Lomonosov stared intently at Kurt and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Gellert Grindelwald's most ardent follower, Kurt Myer, even though you no longer look as you did decades ago, I still recognized you at a glance—from the repulsive aura of the Dark Lord's minion that emanates from your entire being."

"Oh, that's quite surprising."

Kurt Myer curled his lips and said in a flat tone.

"I thought you would at least wait until your illness was cured before saying that. If I'm not mistaken, given the severity of your condition, there's nowhere else besides us that can help you hold on until Lovia's child is born."

"Don't—don't say Lovia's name—"

Lomonosov's aging hand trembled, and the wand in his hand poked at Kurt Myer's chest.

"It's all lies, 'Wizard's Woe' is impossible to cure. It's just a beautiful fairy tale that you've concocted, but sadly, I'm past the age of sitting by the bed and listening to stories."

"Don't think I don't know what you've been up to these past few days..."

Lomonosov sneered, his turbid eyes fixed on Kurt Myer.

"There's no 'Heavenly Mandate' family in the Austrian magical community. If I'm not mistaken, Salzburg is the so-called 'holy city' of you 'Saints,' right?! You've been secretly undermining the Statute of Secrecy and infiltrating various industries in the non-magical world. And the magical anomalies at the Ukrainian shipyard are also your doing, aren't they?"

"Perhaps, who knows... But as far as I know, everything you've mentioned should be legal and compliant."

Kurt Myer replied casually, glancing at his wrist to check the time.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry purchased a fishing boat for transportation and fishing, and some unskilled wizards accidentally grew a little too many potatoes while using fertilizer—according to Article 86 of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, wizards can buy and sell necessities to Muggles without exposing the wizarding world."

"As for Wizard's Woe..."

Kurt Myer paused, grinned, and said.

"You're right, I also think it's a deceptive fairy tale. It's just like decades ago, when someone confidently said that one day the combination of the non-magical world and the magical world would be socially accepted, rather than leading to imprisonment."

"Unfortunately, he didn't fully tell you the truth, such as his personal ambition."

Lomonosov snorted, his voice filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"People always change..."

Kurt Myer shook his head with emotion, sighing with complex feelings.

"Besides, we're not under Grindelwald's command anymore, just as you did just now—whether it's you, me, or Grindelwald, we're all old. This world belongs to the young, and we've found hope in the new world."

Kurt Myer shrugged, glancing at Lomonosov.

"...At least before, no one would consider whether Muggles would go hungry. Right?"

"Indeed, that's not Grindelwald's style—it seems the Dark Lord you've newly chosen is an unprecedented idealist, no wonder he came to save us stubborn, dying people."

Lomonosov raised an eyebrow, and the wand in his hand moved away from Kurt's chest.

"So let me guess what your plan is... Make as much noise as possible to attract the attention of the Russian Ministry of Magic and American wizards, use this house as a stronghold to hold out for a while, and delay until everyone successfully evacuates?"

"That's about it..." Kurt nodded.

"Defensive warfare, that's what we're best at—don't forget, you haven't won yet."

Lomonosov waggled his finger, saying with a hint of pride.

"This land has never been a battlefield for you guys. I think you need an experienced old guy to help. How many of us are there in total, roughly how many are the hypothetical enemies, and how long do we need to hold out?"

"Your family of three, the 'Sumarokov family', the 'Lermontov family', plus you and me—if the other families don't have troublesome old guys like you, then the total should be twelve or thirteen people."

Kurt glanced at Lomonosov, refrained from arguing with this old opponent, and said quietly.

"As for the opponents... maybe just one person, maybe hundreds..."

…………

Half an hour later.

The lawn outside Lomonosov's house.

"Well then, the time has come... Close the Floo network, prepare for battle! I am honored to stand alongside you all."

Kurt Myer glanced at the wizards gathered around him. As he had predicted, the evacuation work of the other families was evidently much smoother. Under the effects of Polyjuice Potion, they successfully completed the replacements.

From now until 8:30 PM, this 'isolated island' would not receive any external support.

According to "Silver Fang Plan," they had to hold off the Magical Congress of the United States of America, the American goblins, and even the possibly incoming Russian Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards as long as possible, until... the 'big ship' arrived at the 'isolated island.'

If the defenses were breached before then, they had to end their own lives before being captured by the Ministry of Magic.

"Fate is truly wonderful—I never thought I would be standing on the same side as you one day."

Lomonosov sighed softly, grinned, and raised his wand to the sky.

"Protego Maxima!"

"Fianto Duri!"

"Repello Inimicum!"

At the same time, Kurt Myer, standing next to Lomonosov, and the other wizards from Heavenly Mandate Group also raised their wands, pointed them at the sky, and said calmly in unison.

"Protego Maxima!"

"Fianto Duri!"

"Repello Inimicum!"

"..."

Accompanying the incantation, faint blue spells shot into the sky like fireworks.

The spells gradually spread in the sky, forming a silver-white magical light curtain that slowly stretched out, intertwining with each other to form a vast and solid magical shield, covering the entire area within several hundred meters around Lomonosov's house.

Finally, it flickered slightly and silently merged into the air.

…………

Some distance away from Lomonosov's house.

A dozen wizards in grey turtleneck trench coats were gathered, watching the light curtain descend from a distance.

And around them were clustered twenty or thirty small goblins, but unlike the goblins of Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London, these goblins' faces were mostly mixed with a complex expression of cunning, humility, and fierceness.

"Heh, they really couldn't help themselves..."

Christopher Ryan snorted, shaking his head with a slight smile.

"I see, using multiple layers of pre-arranged magical protection to try to delay the activation and setup time of the Portkey, and then vanish in broad daylight, a clever and simple plan indeed... Too bad..."

As the general负责人 secretly dispatched to Russia by the Magical Congress of the United States of America, he was too familiar with these 'smuggling' methods.

Compared to Floo Powder, the biggest advantage of Portkeys is that they can transport multiple people over long distances at once.

Although they can only go to the same destination, the destination doesn't need to have a fireplace. Therefore, most wizards consider using Portkeys for long-distance travel between two countries—however, the use of Portkeys between two countries must be approved by the Ministries of Magic of both countries simultaneously. Creating unauthorized Portkeys is a very serious crime in the wizarding world.

If they hadn't received intelligence in advance, these former Soviet "wizard traitors" might have really been able to pull the wool over their eyes.

"But, Ryan..."

One of the American wizards standing next to Christopher Ryan hesitated for a moment, saying with some concern.

"We haven't been able to find any solid evidence of them colluding with Gellert Grindelwald, just like this... I mean, shouldn't we wait for the Aurors from the Russian Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards to arrive before..."

"And then what? Have everyone come up empty-handed—the evidence, we'll have it naturally after we catch them!"

Christopher Ryan glanced at the American wizard who had spoken, saying coldly.

"In the past six months, we've had nearly twenty Aurors disappear on this land. Each of them is among the elite, but most of them couldn't even send out an alarm... This is our only breakthrough!"

"Move out!"