Nikolaev Shipyard, in the sky above the clouds.

The Hyperion hovered silently in mid-air, surrounded by thick thunderclouds simulated by weather charms.

Not even the craziest pilot would choose to rush into this heavy cloud layer flickering with lightning and ominous signs. In the center of the dark clouds, unseen by Makarov, the bridge of the Hyperion was brightly lit, filled with the screams of goblins and the incessant beeping of instruments.

"The British 'Auror Expeditionary Force' has successively arrived in the main hall of the French Ministry of Magic, current number: 47."

"The French Ministry of Magic's warning has been triggered, estimated to arrive on scene in five minutes."

"Romania, Bulgaria, and Serbia are all normal."

"No large-scale magical teleportation fluctuations have been observed in the direction of Turkey."

"Italy has observed ultra-long-distance Floo Network fluctuations!"

Employees of the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network Administration can monitor and observe most legally linked fireplace movements.

This special monitoring power is not based on some special magical alchemical item, but comes from the real-time fluctuation detection of the "magical key" held by each member of the Floo Network Administration. Just a simple encryption spell can "see" anomalies at any fireplace.

You know, once a security principle is based on a living person, it means it has the opportunity to be priced.

And anything that can be explicitly priced with money is equivalent to… Dobby in the eyes of the lovely Goblin Queen.

"The British Ministry of Magic is starting to move into Italy? This efficiency is truly astonishing—"

Standing in front of the captain's command console, Elena glanced at the real-time detection information. If this "blitzkrieg" speed was used to invade the French Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry of Magic might be directly occupied before it had time to surrender. The politicians' motivation in pursuing political achievements never fails to disappoint.

However, in this case, some of the contingency plans she had prepared would have to be activated accordingly.

The stage on the Armenia side was finally set up, and it would be a pity if there weren't enough audience members—the concerto jointly performed by Dumbledore and Grindelwald is a spectacle rarely seen in the magical world for a century. As the "ticket seller," she must get more viewers.

"Well, from now on, every five minutes, successively leak 'exclusive' news to reporters from various magical magazines…"

Elena said softly, and as she spoke, she looked up at the magical screen floating on her right and added an extra sentence after thinking for a while.

"By the way, Mr. Lovegood—the next issue of *The Quibbler* shouldn't discuss any political topics, try to publish a special about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack? You should have enough content to write, right? After all, we still have to give the *Daily Prophet* some 'exclusive' news…"

"Crumple-Horned Snorkack?! A special?" Xenophilius Lovegood, who was absent-mindedly "hanging up" in the remote meeting, brightened up.

"Yes, the content of the next issue of *The Quibbler* will be entirely your responsibility. Of course, if you find it a bit difficult—"

"Of course there's no problem! The Crumple-Horned Snorkack is the magical creature I've studied the longest, I'll start typesetting right away!"

Xenophilius Lovegood said hurriedly, and the decadent, lazy look was swept away.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, as the editor-in-chief of the *The Quibbler* series of magazines, Xenophilius Lovegood can be said to have reached the pinnacle of his personal career in advance—he now has stable supply channels under his control, six high-impact journals in the magical world, funding from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he is at the forefront of various publications in the magical world in terms of sharp and profound opinions…

However, compared to the current leisurely review work, Xenophilius still misses the carefree days of the past.

Even though the monthly remuneration at that time was only enough to support the father and daughter, and they had to take turns changing vests to rush to write manuscripts every day, at least the content of the sections on *The Quibbler* was all determined by himself, and his most adorable little Luna had not fallen into the hands of that sinister little witch.

When he went to Hogwarts for a meeting some time ago, Xenophilius realized Elena's conspiracy:

This little witch, on the one hand, restricted him from publishing Crumple-Horned Snorkacks in *The Quibbler*, on the other hand, she told Luna stories about octopus-headed bat giants and yellow-skinned mice containing thunder day and night. When he was dreaming a few days ago, he even dreamed of the terrible scene where little Luna suddenly said "Elena has already told these stories" while listening to him tell stories—to the extent that he broke out in a cold sweat at the time.

"Well, for the special, besides Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, Nargles, and Rainbow Bubblefish, I can also write about…"

Lovegood added eagerly, having finally seized the opportunity to turn the tables, he was certainly unwilling to let it go.

"That's great—" Elena said quickly, "It's settled then!"

Compared to the other major arcana, Xenophilius Lovegood has always been the more bizarre type. He is like having opened a heavenly eye in terms of inspiration and metaphor. At such a sensitive time node, Elena doesn't feel comfortable letting Xenophilius comment on current affairs.

This guy's entry point is too strange. If someone with ulterior motives guesses something from *The Quibbler*, that's just another pile of trouble.

"Um, Captain Casslana, is there any difference between the 'exclusive' news and ordinary news?"

Just then, the bridge communications officer in charge of conveying real-time information turned her head and looked at Elena with some doubt.

There are multiple communication spells set up on the Hyperion, and it is equivalent to a magical technology castle that integrates energy, large base stations, and transfer points. The duty of the bridge communications officer is to accurately "translate" Elena's instructions and transform them into magical messages for transmission.

Therefore, they must ensure that there are no particularly outrageous deviations in meaning understanding after each instruction is "magically translated".

"Just the literal meaning, it's unofficial, timely, and very strong breaking news. If you have to say the difference—"

Elena thought for half a second, then raised her finger and added with a straight face, "Remember to remind them to charge money. 'Exclusive' scoops are worth at least several Galleons. This part is considered a bonus item, and after the mission is over, it will be rewarded tenfold according to the value. Of course, that's on the premise that the basic goals are achieved. I hope that within half an hour, all qualified journalists in the European magical world will have the opportunity to get a reliable 'exclusive' scoop."

"By the way, notify 'Miss Skeeter' to help polish a few articles, praise the British Ministry of Magic by stepping on other magical governments. She knows how to do the specific wording and sentence construction. The only thing to note is that this time she has to write in different tones, angles, and even genders and nationalities."

"As for the manuscripts, it would be best if other reporters and other Aurors could know some of the content."

"About the 'audience' invitation and ticket sales, that's pretty much all of these deployments."

Elena showed an angelic smile and said softly, looking at the communications officer miss who was diligently recording the content.

"Black-robed wizards, Tianming Group, Foundation field teams… secondary inspection of the above combat team online status, confirmation of the ready status, confirmation of the transmission channels, confirmation of the status of the magic ministries of various countries—prepare to hold a pre-war meeting. The small stage in the Armenian forest is handed over to the Aurors and the three major arcana, and our side is the opening of the waltz for the next few months or even decades in the magical world…"

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Coo coo coo~

Phoenix One, come back!