Armenia, the small town of Tsavdzor.

In the middle of the gravel path in front of Old Hashi's magical house.

Aileen's wand was inserted into the small hole in the luggage handle, and her index finger lightly tapped on the handle.

"valkyrjaoperational——"

A dazzling blue light flashed suddenly, and the next moment, the square, clumsy-looking suitcase disintegrated directly.

As if a Pandora's Box had been opened, dozens of neat, differently sized metal blocks floated around Aileen.

The armor, shimmering with metallic luster and possessing a fascinating, unique aesthetic, swirled around Aileen like moths chasing a flame. Aileen, located at the very center, slowly floated up, suspended in mid-air with relaxed limbs as if she were in water.

Light blue arcs connected the blue and white metal armor, converging around Aileen and weaving a dazzling cocoon of electric arcs.

As the light grew denser and the grid tighter, the surrounding metal armor began to stretch and deform.

The originally somewhat exaggerated and bulky blue and white metal armor gradually shrunk, tightly covering Aileen's body to form armor.

Arms, thighs, abdomen, chest...

Finally, the streamlined armor structure extended backward from Aileen's waist, forming two wing-like blades.

Unlike the medieval armor summoned by wizards with the "Armor Charm", the blue and white armor covering Aileen's body perfectly outlined the girl's figure. The integrated armor seemed to belong to the sky from birth, looking light, agile, and full of power.

The light gradually dissipated, and Aileen slowly opened her eyes, her lake-blue eyes cold and calm.

Arhipovna had heard Lockhart mention this magical armament representing the cutting-edge technology of Destiny when visiting "Succubus City."

However, since it wasn't testing time at the time, most of what she could see were just conceptual sketches, or Valkyrie armor forms that hadn't been magically activated—the most common, of course, was the giant metal broom, and armor structures attached to model dolls.

Therefore, before Aileen fully activated "Valkyrie", Arhipovna's understanding of it was closer to a tactical exoskeleton.

And only at this moment did Arhipovna finally understand why this armor was called "Valkyrie."

Aileen lightly hovered in mid-air, the streamlined blue and white armor outlining her slender waist and straight legs.

A translucent light curtain flashed across her face, the pure white breastplate with graceful curves covering the girl's chest, the blade-like tail wings unfolded backward like a skirt, side wings resembling elf ears extended from the headdress, and a waterfall of silver hair split into pigtails behind her.

In the dim, lightless small town, she resembled an elven goddess transformed from moonlight, holy and cold.

"Do you have any more questions, Ms. Arhipovna?"

Aileen tilted her head and asked curiously in a soft voice, startling the Great Arcana "prospective" family member who was staring at her in a daze.

Arhipovna quickly came back to her senses, looked at "Miss Fool's" blue eyes, and nodded seriously.

"Yes, time is tight, but there are two things that must be consulted with you in advance—"

As a top scholar from the Landau Institute, she had seen many prominent figures.

And the various experiences in the magic world in recent months had broadened her psychological quality. Arhipovna's competence and clear logic were also important factors for her promotion to A-level member.

As for the Lockhart family member thing...

The Great Arcana Council wouldn't be so casual as to promote every senior member's partner.

Arhipovna looked around and said to Aileen quickly.

"Regarding subsequent fire support, and your return beacon..."

The Hyperion might arrive at any time with field agents from the Destiny Group.

Although Aileen had temporarily authorized Arhipovna to command the battlefield, she was, after all, just a researcher.

Most of the tactics she had heard about in the past ten years were only one type: simple and crude Soviet tactics.

More importantly, as a Muggle, she didn't know how to command wizard battles.

"It's okay, Hyperion's fire assistance has only one option, to carry out full fire coverage shooting under guidance."

"As for the return beacon..."

Aileen's mouth twitched. Sure enough, she knew it!

That nosy old radish must have leaked the fact that she had a bad sense of direction.

"After you return here from the hotel, light the fireplace and put some damp wood in it, so that the smoke coming out of the fireplace chimney is conspicuous enough... Perhaps it is easy to get lost in the dark forest, but Valkyrie is a flying armor."

Aileen glanced at Arhipovna and pointed to the fireplace in the living room.

"Before I return, try to make sure it is always burning."

"Okay." Arhipovna nodded solemnly.

As the two were talking, the dark clouds in the sky became thinner again, and the surroundings were not as dark as before.

Aileen glided for a few seconds, and suddenly stopped when she was about to soar into the sky, took out a small bag and threw it to Arhipovna, saying:

"There are some potions stored inside. After you wake up the old wizard with cold water later, you can let him choose some mild potions from it to slightly restore his energy and body. After enduring two Stunners in a row, I'm worried that the old man won't be able to handle it. By the way, before things are over, never approach that forest, no matter what you hear—don't worry, I will bring your 'fiancé' back safe and sound."

Arhipovna was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"Okay."

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Under the night, the silent Armenian primeval forest was deep and dark.

Under the damp and cold canopy, a few small wooden houses that could barely be called houses stood quietly.

The shadowy dense branches and leaves covered the already dim stars and moon, making them look like monsters hidden in the shadows.

The jungle around the cabins was extremely quiet, even the rustling sounds of reptiles and rodents were absent, as if there were no living creatures in this area, or as if some extremely terrible, ferocious monsters were quietly entrenched in this area.

Lockhart sat on the chair in the room, his whole body like he had just come out of the water, breathing heavily, trembling involuntarily.

The door was close at hand, but he didn't have the right to close that door. Within his sight, dozens of werewolves were standing or sitting.

Everyone waited quietly, no one spoke. Lockhart knew what they were expecting—if he didn't loosen his mouth and take the initiative to propose a way to "cure werewolves" before the moon reached its highest point, then what awaited him would be an extremely bloody feast.

"There's also, uh, less than a quarter of an hour, Mr. Lockhart."

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded again.

Across from Gilderoy Lockhart, a middle-aged woman with a weathered face took out a silver pocket watch and glanced at it.

"I really don't understand, were you cursed by the goblins of Gringotts? Five hundred galleons, and it has to be paid in cash. Is this kind of thing more precious than your own life? Of course, you can also tell the truth, at least you can experience less pain..."

"The method for werewolves to become humans really exists, but... it's very expensive. That's the truth."

Lockhart gasped heavily, his originally flowing golden hair stuck to his sweaty forehead in strands, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Oh. Again? Then prove it to us! You damned liar—"

The middle-aged woman shook her head gently, her expression suddenly becoming ferocious.

She put away the silver pocket watch and raised a wand.

"Crucio!"

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Hooray!