Ukraine, Black Sea Shipyard, Dock No. 0.

In the distance, the sound of a horn echoes, as early-rising fishermen begin to set out to sea.

The collapse of that once-unbreakable union has not made their lives any better.

The subsidies from the Western world promised by the new government are as elusive as ancient treasures in fairy tales. Instead, cheap potatoes from Siberia and somewhere in Austria, like gifts from the gods, help them through the cold, confusing winter, as they begin to seek a new life.

In the empty dock, an old man sits beside a rusty bollard, staring blankly at the distant sea and the clouds above.

In that boundless sky, there are familiar shadows, but he may never see the entirety of 'that child' again.

"What are you doing here?! We've been looking for you all night—"

Behind the old man, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded, and an old woman shouted loudly, her voice full of indignation.

However, as a ray of sunlight shone down, the scolding words died in her throat.

The old woman walked to the old man's side and looked up at the sky with him.

"Could that be a piece of 'that child'…"

"Perhaps. Who knows? We shouldn't remember these things, should we?"

Bright morning light passed through the clouds, scattering across the dock. And in that infinitely distant sky, the gaps in the clouds vaguely outlined a magnificent and beautiful silhouette, as if a colossal beast had once dozed there, and now, it had set sail once more...

...

Scottish North Sea, City of Succubi.

The Hyperion sits silently berthed inside the repair base. A wizened old man with white hair and a gaunt frame emerges shakily from the bridge.

As a grand alchemist who was active in the Middle Ages, Nick Flamel, now 666 years old, has no fear of mundane regulations. Upon learning that the "Evil Wizard" had plundered the magical collections of most of the European magical governments in one fell swoop, he immediately gave his answer:

Leave everything as it is, just leave it and wait for him to come.

This is the Major Arcana order from "The Magician (05-1)"!

Nick Flamel passes through the "Black Gate" and walks unhindered into the very core of Destiny's research base.

In the world on the other side of the "Black Gate," dozens of the most outstanding alchemists and spell masters in the magical world are already gathered there, greedily eyeing the magical materials from various European magical governments, waiting for "The Magician" to issue the order to begin research projects.

As for whether there will be any risk of exposure among those magical materials and alchemical items?

This is Nick Flamel, one of the founding fathers of alchemy in the European magical world.

...

A few hundred kilometers from the City of Succubi.

Devon, beside the Lovgood family's chess piece-like residence.

What was once a family workshop, *The Quibbler*, has long since expanded into a behemoth no less impressive than *The Daily Prophet*.

With the release of special publications such as *Venturing into Magic*, *A Bite of Hogwarts*, and *Explore & Discover*, this area has quickly become an independent complex consisting of four or five editorial departments.

In view of the confidentiality requirements of the news, some anti-spying charms were applied around the area – all magical modifications have been reviewed by the Ministry of Magic.

This is also Xenophilius's request: compliance, legality, and respect for the authority and opinions of the magical government.

Even so, after a rigorous inspection, Xenophilius still paid a considerable fine for illegal modifications.

Then, as the Ministry of Magic had overseen the construction and renovation of Diagon Alley decades ago, Ministry officials were dispatched to participate, and complete records were made in the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards… These records were not kept in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Because the "Jurassic Quidditch Pitch" also submitted a modification plan at the same time, they were temporarily misfiled into the file box on the side of the Department of Magical Sports and Games.

However, with the restoration and inspection of all archives of the Ministry of Magic, this "small mistake" will soon be corrected.

And this document will serve as one of the few official originals in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, serving as an important reference template for subsequent document restoration.

Of course, according to the efficiency and capabilities of the Ministry of Magic officials, the specific progress of the "restoration" work mainly depends on the judgment of reliable wizards like Kingsley Shacklebolt – Destiny Group is not building a branch company, the Ministry of Magic must play a role.

"Hmm—"

Rita Skeeter stood in this legally and compliantly certified area by the Ministry of Magic, her expression somewhat subtle.

The more she understands the structure of Destiny Group, the more she realizes her past limitations and ridiculousness – the reality happening before her eyes is far more powerful than what her silly quill can write. Lawlessness is not just an adjective, it is a truth that truly exists in the world.

Before her eyes, nearly a hundred wizards are carrying manuscripts in and out, and the materials they are casually spreading out and crumpling in their hands are precisely the "stolen documents" from the magical governments of various countries. Under the command of intermediate and senior agents, they are re-filed by category, breaking up the original cumbersome, bloated, and national-regional restrictions, like a reassembled building block, pieced together little by little in the midst of the noise.

"They are just tidying up in such a blatant way? This… I mean, if someone sees…"

Rita subconsciously grabbed her handbag, looking nervously and uneasily at the middle-aged wizard responsible for receiving her.

"The Ministry of Magic is going crazy now. Aurors are searching everywhere for the dark wizards who broke into the Ministry of Magic. If they knew—"

"Oh, Humphrey, I didn't expect it was your shift today? Is the Auror's work busy?"

Before Rita Skeeter could finish speaking, the middle-aged wizard suddenly waved to the other end of the stone-paved road.

Several Ministry of Magic Aurors, all wrapped in gray trench coats, appeared successively on the other side by Apparition.

Rita frowned. When she went to the Ministry of Magic, she seemed to have seen the leading wizard in the rear half of the Auror office.

Wait! These people wouldn't be...

"Working all night last night, and still have to work overtime today, why don't you give it a try?!"

Humphrey said with a cold face, quickly walked over, and glanced at the busy scene behind Hank.

"The Ministry of Magic is searching for traces of dark wizards. Have you seen any suspicious people here? Also, if you have any information about the stolen documents from the Ministry of Magic, remember to tell us immediately – have your people tidy up a bit, I'll just register briefly and write a report before leaving."

"Wait, stolen Ministry of Magic documents, and you Aurors come to *The Quibbler* editorial department to look for them? You're kidding me, right?"

Hank glanced at Humphrey, shaking his head strangely, "You can see, we are simply too busy right now—"

"If you want to temporarily 'restore' some documents, you can ask this Miss Rita Skeeter from *The Daily Prophet* to help polish them, but don't touch my people inside. We are busy filing and transcribing the information from most of the European magical world. Do the report yourself."

"Then I have to get some substantial information, otherwise I won't be able to report this afternoon – I don't want to wander around outside all day."

Humphrey said in a deep voice, ignoring the little newbie next to him, staring at Hank seriously.

"If you don't want to help, I'll go in and look for myself. I at least need to know where I can get something..."

"Malfoy Manor, Carrow Manor, the Yaxley's house – don't you have a list? The only thing is, don't go to the Crouch's house, at least you shouldn't go now. You can find some clues, understand? Okay, don't think about seeing anything here. You know the organization's rules. If you want to check information, go through formal channels. I don't want to see your photo on the 'Big Ship Wanted List' one day."

Hank shrugged indifferently, ignored the aggressive Humphrey and a group of Aurors, and turned to Rita Skeeter.

"Okay, newbie – if you're done watching the show, come with me."

"I heard you have some skills in writing. We happen to have a few manuscripts that we want you to work on..."

"First, I want to ask, how much do you know about the Crouch family here in Britain, and Barty Crouch and his family—"

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