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"Old Miel, your strength has declined..."

"Hmph, I didn't need your help to take him down! I've already disarmed him."

"If it weren't for my magical protection, you would already be staring blankly, waiting to be slaughtered."

"Heh... I was just too lazy to dodge..."

In Gilderoy Lockhart's peripheral vision, four wizards dressed in similar black trench coats walked in through the blasted-open door. One of them patted the old wizard who had just blown the door open, with a hint of familiarity in his tone.

Gilderoy Lockhart groped for the armrest of the chair next to him, stood up unsteadily, and glanced around at the five wizards holding wands pointed at him. The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a helpless smile.

"It seems your publication is taking extra special care of me..."

This kind of five-person capture and assault team is a very rare configuration even for Aurors from the Ministry of Magic on duty. Usually, only when capturing extremely dangerous Dark wizards would such a multi-elite task force be used.

Clearly, facing these mysterious men in black who had torn off their disguises, Lockhart didn't think he could resist any further.

Hearing Gilderoy Lockhart's voice, the leading wizard raised his head and smiled amiably.

"Don't be too nervous, Mr. Lockhart, we come with sincerity."

"Let me reintroduce myself, I am Kurt Miel, a senior employee from the Austrian Destiny Group."

"Destiny... Group? Austria? You must have some misunderstanding..."

Gilderoy Lockhart repeated in confusion, he didn't remember ever going there.

But if it was revenge, judging from the current situation, it didn't seem like it...

In any case, he would chat first, trying to buy some time, waiting for the Ministry of Magic to rescue him. As soon as the noise came from outside the door, he had already used the Floo Network to ask the Ministry for help, "reporting" that unknown Dark wizards were illegally breaking into his home.

"You are the author of this book, right?"

At this moment, a wizard in black walked to the bookshelf in the living room, pulled out a copy of *Wanderings with Werewolves* from it, casually flipped through it, and turned his head to wave the book at Gilderoy Lockhart.

Lockhart forced himself to remain calm, nodded, and squeezed out a smile, explaining unhurriedly.

"Oh, yes, this was when I was traveling in America..."

"Kurt, the Floo Network intercepted a distress letter. There are no signs of owl messengers flying out of the house."

At this time, another middle-aged wizard in a black trench coat walked in from outside the house, holding a struggling magical letter in his left hand, which was precisely the distress letter that Gilderoy Lockhart had placed his hopes on.

"Okay, thank you... continue to stay alert, I'll take care of it here as soon as possible."

Kurt Miel nodded, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face. He immediately turned his head and glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart, whose face turned ashen in an instant. A meaningful and playful look appeared on his face as he took out two rolls of parchment from his coat.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, you are suspected of tampering with the memories of multiple people, fraudulently claiming the Order of Merlin, insulting magical heroes, illegal profiteering... multiple charges. The righteous Destiny organization, in the spirit of humanitarianism, has decided to give you a chance to reform. Now, you only need to sign this Destiny employment contract, and no one will pursue the previous matters..."

"Do I have room to refuse? I'll sign it."

Gilderoy Lockhart smiled miserably, not even looking at the contents of the parchment, he directly picked up the pen and signed his flamboyant name on it. The other party had obviously investigated his background clearly. Facing this kind of terrifying mysterious organization, he could only temporarily choose to play along, and then slowly think about it later...

"Very good, here's another confidentiality agreement for employment."

Kurt Miel compared Lockhart's signature on the parchment with his usual autograph for fans, and then satisfied, he put away the employment contract and picked up another, much longer, roll of parchment and unfolded it in front of Lockhart.

"As for this roll of parchment, it is a sample of a confidentiality oath. Because your next job is very important, you need to temporarily become a person who does not exist in either the magical or non-magical world... Now you only need to follow the content above and make an Unbreakable Vow, and you will be joining the core business side of the Destiny Group."

The old wizard grinned, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he tapped the parchment lightly with his wand.

"Time is running out, let's get started quickly - today is the last day of the Mithra Festival."

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Free Ukraine, Mykolaiv City.

"The friendship of Ukraine... Heh, they learned the capitalist face so quickly..."

Walking along the main road of the Mykolaiv Shipyard, Aileenah tsked and sighed softly as she looked at the stack of contracts in her hand. Behind her were more than a dozen middle-aged and elderly people in black turtleneck trench coats with serious expressions.

Of course, there was also Mr. Otto Apocalypse, the carefully groomed president of the Destiny Group, wearing a black double-breasted overcoat, a matching shirt and vest, and even silver buttons and small pendants, all exquisitely made.

Less than half a month after the previous negotiations, the Ukrainian government had already reached a consensus with Yeltsin's Russian government, deciding to immediately dismantle the unfinished *Ulyanovsk* on the zero-platform.

The Ukrainian and Russian governments were quite skilled and enthusiastic in how to sell off national assets.

In this way, Ukraine could free up space for the six large freighters ordered by Norwegian ship merchants, and on the other hand, it could quickly complete the waste steel acquisition order from the Destiny Group, replacing the empty national treasury.

As for the Destiny, a sudden Austrian company, the American steel company, or rather the CIA behind it, after learning about the contents of the contract through their secret channels, did not pay more attention to it.

After all, the domestic economic situation in the United States was not very good, and they were barely holding on.

Before fully digesting and devouring the bear meat left by the former Soviet Union, the eagle, which had just emerged from the Cold War vortex, was actually quite weak in the international market and did not have much spare energy to divert. Since there was a reckless company willing to take over, the Americans were naturally more than happy. In short, as long as they could dismantle the dangerous nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

Therefore, Aileenah's task today was to make the entire "abandoned aircraft carrier dismantling work" look presentable... Of course, "looking like" was enough.

The *Ulyanovsk* had already been dismantled once, and there was no need to repeat that history.

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