Devon, the newly built wizarding town of Quiberon.

Accompanied by a piercing alarm, the soft glow of fireplaces gradually illuminated the houses.

Far above in the sky, the thick clouds were brutally torn apart as if by a giant, revealing the silhouette of the Hyperion bit by bit. The entrance to Hangar One was completely opened, looking like a shark with gaping jaws in the sky.

Dozens of wizards, astride their flying brooms, ascended along the path of light projected by the Hyperion in the air.

Since the Hyperion was officially put into use, most of the original old wizards responsible for the Hyperion had returned to retirement.

Due to the lack of high-risk, high-difficulty large-scale operations, and their respective "records," the work of the Destiny Group, the Foundation, the Black Cloak Wizards, and even the Gringotts venture capital specialists, was mostly distributed among the newcomers.

And this group of old wizards who followed Grindelwald in overturning the world were coaxed and deceived into being placed at the headquarters of *The Quibbler*, enjoying a peaceful life.

Of course, their daily lives were not particularly boring. Occasionally, outstanding newcomers would be sent over for training.

Even writing articles and adjusting the prying eyes from the outside world had become one of the old men's interests.

However, deep down, most of them had always longed to do more—the ever-changing news, the exciting or stimulating tasks, sounded like a cat scratching to these rekindled veterans.

"You are our most important reliance in times of crisis, and will only be deployed in major emergencies."

These were the original words of the young miss and Grindelwald, and also the chains that restrained the restlessness of the crowd.

Different from the naivety and recklessness of decades ago, after decades of washing, these old wizards could now be called solid cornerstones.

After all, the current environment is more delicate than it was back then—more fragile, more sensitive, and also with a clearer future.

Even with top wizards like Grindelwald and Dumbledore as backing, the "enemies" they faced and the goals they hoped to achieve were more difficult. No one wanted a wizarding war to break out again, let alone a war between the magical and non-magical worlds.

This world cannot afford another war, especially at this time when the shadow of the Cold War has not completely dissipated.

Under the good words and persuasion of Grindelwald and Eileen, the old wizards expressed their understanding and settled down here, ready to come to the rescue at any time.

However, understanding was understanding, and they still had some complaints in their hearts.

Compared to those young lads, there was not much time left for them to shine in this world.

Some expectations were buried deep in their hearts, and many people had been hoping that something unexpected would happen.

Precisely because of this, when the emergency assembly alarm sounded over Quiberon, everyone almost immediately jumped out of bed, quickly dressed, grabbed their wands, and smoothly assembled in batches according to the procedures they had silently read countless times in the manual.

There are two ways to board the Hyperion. The most common is to open the directional Floo Network in batches, jumping from the fireplace to the ship.

In case of emergency, the Hyperion would also open the hangar entrance at the same time, allowing wizards to complete boarding directly along the guided channel.

On the other side, Xenophilius Lovegood also woke up from his bed and went straight to his living room with his wand.

Unsurprisingly, a guest was already sitting quietly in the soft chair in the living room.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's going on? Where is Luna now?"

Mr. Lovegood was only somewhat eccentric and divergent in his thinking, but his sense of crisis was actually one of the strongest. When he saw the old wizard who entered the living room without knocking, Xenophilius immediately understood the seriousness of the incident.

For a moment, a lot of terrible guesses emerged in his mind, but his emotions and logic became incredibly clear.

"Miss Lovegood is safe, she is at Hogwarts Castle."

Not far away, Dumbledore looked up, his expression serious.

"Gilderoy Lockhart destroyed the Great Arcana Emblem. 'Miss Fool' has already gone to the location where the signal disappeared, and we will set off as soon as possible after emergency mobilization—if their target is the Great Arcana Council, they may aim here. In the next few hours, Quiberon Village may be in a defensive vacuum. Please be vigilant. The supreme command of the 'Black Cloak Wizards' is temporarily coordinated by you."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he walked to the fireplace in the Lovegood's house and tapped it gently with his wand.

A blue light flashed, and several mysterious runes appeared silently on the fireplace frame.

Immediately afterwards, emerald green magic flames suddenly rose in the fireplace.

Kurt Mael's figure crossed the flames and appeared in front of Xenophilius Lovegood.

As the "Hanged Man", Lockhart commanded the "Black Cloak Wizards".

During the time he destroyed the Great Arcana Emblem, another Great Arcana must temporarily take over the supreme leadership.

Among the many Great Arcana, Xenophilius, who was stationed at the headquarters of *The Quibbler* and possessed various wizarding news channels, was obviously the most suitable candidate. This was also the rule of succession that Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Eileen had previously agreed upon.

"The Black Cloak Wizards set off as the third echelon, responsible for cleaning up the possible battlefields—"

Dumbledore patted Xenophilius Lovegood on the shoulder, his expression extremely solemn.

"This is our last and most important sweeping force."

"The phoenix Fawkes will be responsible for the transmission of some simple information, but how to analyze the decisive content from various information is not only something I have to consider. Please give full play to your analytical ability without any concerns."

"Even a guess that seems to have only a slight possibility may become the fatal point to reverse the situation."

"As for the rest, leave it to us..."

Over the years, when faced with certain emergencies, Dumbledore had never hesitated to consider what the worst situation would be.

In fact, this is why Dumbledore is regarded as the most reliable guardian—after preparing for the worst-case scenario, Dumbledore can deal with whatever happens next with composure, as if he has endless backhands.

And in the days of getting along, Dumbledore was surprised to find...

Xenophilius Lovegood, the "Hermit" Mr.'s "talent" for worrying about the future, is refreshing his understanding almost every moment!

Perhaps, this is the signal that the era is sending to him,

As a remnant of the last magical era, it is time for him to hand over some responsibilities and torches to younger wizards.

Even if one wizard cannot bear all the responsibilities, having a few more wizards will definitely surpass him.

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Yay!