The internal protection mechanism of the Hyperion utilizes "Amber" space.

In a sense, it's somewhat similar to how macrophages work in the human body.

If "Amber" is the Hyperion's immune system, then Old Radish and Old Potato are the cancer cells.

As the captain of the Hyperion, Hermione could naturally activate the defense system and directly imprison the two old wizards in bubbles, but that wouldn't be very effective—the Hyperion's magical defenses were built by them in the first place, and they must have built in backdoors.

However, as Dumbledore proactively lowered his wand, the surrounding uneasy crew members couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

According to the rules of the magical world, when a wizard first lowers their wand, the confrontation is considered over.

Except…

"Five minutes? Alright, but after my commands are issued…"

Hermione lightly brushed her hair, deactivated the "Valkyria" tactical visor, and revealed a sweet smile.

The girl's waterfall of silver hair gently swept across, creating ripples in the air—in addition to conventional control methods, the Hyperion also incorporated a special remote magical activation: using Hermione's hair as a casting medium, directly connecting to the main control console from the bridge.

"What—"

Grindelwald and Dumbledore's expressions drastically changed.

Before they could react, the surrounding space instantly twisted and deformed, devouring them from the inside out.

Perhaps "Amber" couldn't confine them for too long, but it was enough for Hermione to regain command of the Hyperion.

"Alright, the nuisances have temporarily disappeared—"

Hermione glanced at the empty bridge, clapping her hands in a good mood.

"Everyone back to your stations, engage stratospheric optical stealth, engage cloud mimicry, immediately jump to the center of the werewolf howling area. What are you waiting for? Did you want me to say 'please'? Don't forget the oath you took when boarding the ship—hm?"

"Aye, Captain!"

The goblin first mate squeaked, running quickly to his post.

At the same time, the other crew members sprang into action as if awakened from a dream.

"Stratospheric optical stealth engaging normally!"

"Cloud mimicry deploying normally!"

"Warp sequence initiating…"

"Three, two, one!"

…

Rumble—

Accompanied by a series of muffled thunderous sounds resembling the roar of a behemoth.

The Hyperion shattered the clouds and appeared above the Armenian forest.

"Warp successful, current coordinates…"

The goblin first mate squealed, his eyes locked on the rows of numbers on the control panel that were gradually stabilizing.

However, before he could clearly see the coordinate positioning, a series of sounds like tearing fabric suddenly echoed within the bridge.

Two dark, lightless rifts suddenly appeared, looking as if someone had shattered space with a hammer. Within just a few seconds, the cracks rapidly spread and extended, transforming into two translucent spheres covered in fissures, emitting a sense of uneasy oppression.

Crack, crack—pop—

The translucent spatial rifts quietly fractured, and two bursts of magic so powerful they were suffocating instantly swept across the bridge.

"12.88 seconds, much faster than I expected."

Hermione glanced at the timer in the lower right corner of the captain's console, raising an eyebrow.

Using brute force to overcome subtlety, this was clearly the simplest and most effective way to break "Amber"—no backdoors, no cheat codes, the two old wizards directly released magic in that small space, exceeding the limit in an instant. There were no more than five people in the world who could accomplish such a breakthrough.

"Don't disappoint me too much, Mr. Hanged Man. If you die here, it'll be such a headache…"

Ignoring the two wizards radiating terrifying energy, Hermione's fingers moved quickly across the magical command panel in front of her.

In the next moment, several blue light shadows intertwined and overlapped in mid-air, transforming into a translucent magical screen.

In the center of the screen, Lockhart was firing wildly forward with a light machine gun.

The roaring bonfire illuminated the surrounding environment, allowing people to clearly see the other scenes around.

And in the images around him, dozens of werewolves were writhing on the ground in agony, their black fur mixed with crimson blood. Even though there was no sound in the screen, the dense gunfire and the werewolves' painful, miserable howls still echoed in people's ears.

"Obviously, it looks like 'The Hanged Man' is much more powerful than we thought, are you relieved now?"

"Engage thermal scanning, dynamic capture—detection range, one kilometer."

Hermione glanced at the annoying old dark lord and issued a new round of commands to the crew below.

After everyone began to busy themselves, she turned to the two old wizards and said softly in a calm tone.

"Alright, we can now continue discussing the previous issue."

"Lockhart has gathered the werewolves. If there aren't any reasonable, more constructive suggestions, after the Hyperion locks onto all heat sources, I will order a full-scale attack—non-lethal attack. Strive to get back to our beds in the dormitory before midnight."

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Hooray!