Chapter 729 Long Time No See

Lomonrosov slowly descended the stairs.

In the living room, his favorite old wooden sofa has been put away, leaving only dust on the floor. All the utensils and knives on the kitchen worktop have been placed on the luggage in the middle of the living room that has been casted with the Traceless Stretch Charm. in the box.

Not far away, several wizards from the Destiny Group were inspecting the fireplace.

And his daughter Loveya was leaning against the window at this time, tilting her head and talking quietly to her husband.

Loveya put one hand on the window sill, and the other hand gently rested on her slightly bulging belly - if nothing happens, she will have a cute little life in three or four months at most. Joined this big family.

Looking at the happy look on his daughter's face, Lomonlosov seemed to see his wife again in a trance.

"Dad, we have packed up and are waiting for you."

Loveya looked at the old man's empty hands and frowned in confusion.

"Where's your luggage? Didn't you just say that you wanted to get something from the bedroom? Why..."

The old man did not answer his daughter's question. He raised his head and looked around the empty living room. His eyes passed over the wizards wearing dark windbreakers and finally landed on the old wizard with a wrinkled face and a hale and hearty spirit.

Except for Kurt Meyer, the other five young people looked young, maybe a little younger than Loveya.

However, judging from the tactical positions they subconsciously maintained and their neat and neat movements, with the same number of people, even the most elite magic strike team of the Russian Ministry of Magic may not be able to suppress these young people.

"Excuse me……"

Noticing Lomon Losov's gaze, Kurt Meyer raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have any questions about the upcoming short trip? Sir."

"Short trip? Oh, yes, you are quite good at finding beautiful words..."

Lomonrosov muttered lowly and breathed heavily from his nose.

"not me--"

Kurt Meyer grinned and shook his head, walked to the window and looked outside.

"This is what the eldest lady said - for you and your family, you only need to use the vehicle we prepared in advance to meet the Sumarokov family and the Lermontov family at the safe house, and then go up on time. A boat will do.”

"What about you? That's Polyjuice Potion...right?"

Lomon Losov glanced at the tin pot on Kurt Meyer's waist and narrowed his eyes.

"Is this the perfect plan you said before? This is somewhat different from what I imagined..."

As a potion master, even though he was so far away, he could still smell that familiar smell in the air.

You know, during the First Wizarding War, the large-scale sneak use of Polyjuice Potion left a very deep impression on both sides. For a wizard, it couldn't be easier to collect a few hairs. .

"Yes, after you leave, we will temporarily become you."

Kurt Meyer nodded cheerfully, without any trace of embarrassed panic on his face.

"As I said before, 'you' will be used as bait to firmly attract all the forces in this land that may prevent you from evacuating smoothly. In about ten minutes, the 'Sumarokov family', 'Lei The Montovs' will also be arriving via the Floo network, which is closely monitored by the Russian Ministry of Magic, for tonight's barbecue party."

Kurt Meyer gave a thumbs up, gestured towards the lawn outside the window behind him, and explained with a relaxed expression.

"—Look, we've even set up the barbecue grill and are just waiting for it to get dark."

In the past month, Gringotts Wizarding Bank has carried out capital controls with great fanfare, selecting a number of wizard families who are willing to act as 'baits' to handle magical assets and exchange currency, creating traces of possible absconding.

People always believe in what they have reasoned out. This is a common problem among all smart people.

And when they pay a certain price for this, it will affect this subjective judgment tenfold and a hundredfold. American goblins, American wizards, the International Federation of Wizards, the Russian Ministry of Magic... the entanglement of interests in this land is too complicated for any one Omissions in small links are very likely to trigger unimaginable chain reactions, eventually leading to the exposure of the overall plan.

Because of this, Elena chose to actively detonate multiple "truths" to increase the stability of the evacuation plan.

"So, so... you are going to sacrifice yourselves to end your marriage for us?!"

Lomonosov frowned, as if he had been stabbed by something sharp.

"Please rest assured that we are professionals. We have complete response plans for subsequent actions."

Kurt Meyer waved his hand nonchalantly and tapped the watch on his wrist.

"Anyway, the time is almost up... I suggest you all get on the bus as soon as possible. Calculating the time, the chaos in Moscow is almost over. Ministry of Magic officials or others may appear nearby at any time."

“Okay, I understand—just give me a few minutes.”

Lomonosov took a deep breath, walked to his daughter, and said calmly.

"Lovya, lend me your wand for a second. I'll go pack a little bit and I'll be ready soon."

"Eh? Actually, I can help you..."

Loveya blinked and said with some confusion.

"I'm a wizard! Loveya! I haven't lost my magical abilities!"

Lomonosov frowned, snorted slightly displeased, and repeated it.

"Magic wand..."

"Well, okay, okay, you can take it."

Lovya looked at her stubborn father in front of her, sighed angrily and amusedly, took out her wand and handed it to Lomon Losov. Since her father's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, he has always been concerned about this matter. Somewhat emotional.

At the same time, the wizards standing by the fireplace stopped and looked at the father and daughter.

A young wizard moved his lips slightly and made a sound like a mosquito.

"Mr. Kurt, we..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Kurt Meyer raised his finger and hissed softly, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Fig wood, thirteen and a quarter inches, unicorn hair core, just like your mother."

Not far away, Lomonosov stroked Loveya's wand and said softly.

"You know, Loveya, you are so much like your mother when she was young. Of course, your personality is very similar to mine. You are stubborn and willful. When you become a mother in the future, you must remember to be more mature. "

"You've said it many times, Daddy - I know, but Mummy's one is a little shorter."

Loveya sighed helplessly, "Okay, now is not the time to recall the past, we should set off!"

"No, it's you. Without me—"

Lomonosov smiled and shook his head, looking tenderly at his daughter who was about to become a mother.

"Love, I remember I promised you before that I would never lie again. I'm sorry, I broke my promise again."

"Varied--"

"Collapse!"

Before Lovya could react, she saw the wand in Lomonosov's hand tap lightly.

A dazzling red light sank into her chest silently. Loveya's body fell softly as if she had lost all strength. She was caught steadily by the old man who had been prepared, and he was carefully placed on the bed with a confused face. Forced into the arms of my son-in-law.

"Andre! Loveya and my granddaughter, I'll leave it to you from now on - take good care of them."

"But...but...Dad..."

Young Andre looked at his wife who had disbelief on her face and said at a loss.

"Listen! I can't go with you!"

Lomonosov raised his wand and pointed it calmly at the young Andrei.

"Swear to me now that you will take care of and protect their mother and daughter at all costs, and then disappear from my eyes like a man - or are you going to try to see if you can survive my spell?" Did you take out your wand before?"

"Father, this..." A trace of struggle appeared on Andre's face.

"Mr. Andre, the time is almost up, it's time to set off."

Kurt Meyer took out his wand and tapped Andre on the shoulder, reminding him with a half-smile.

"As for this, leave it to me, an old man. I promise to bring your father-in-law back safely. If you and your wife are unconscious...well, it doesn't seem to be a big deal."

"Can--"

Andre swallowed, looked at his father-in-law who suddenly became unfamiliar in front of him, and the old wizard behind him who exuded a faint dangerous aura. He then looked at his wife in his arms, and nodded silently without continuing to argue.

"Then, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Oh," Kurt said with a relaxed look, "don't worry, and remember to take your wife's wand."

As Kurt Maier spoke, he took out a long black cardboard box from his arms and threw it to Lomon Losov, who was not far away. He waved his hand carelessly and grinned, revealing a wicked look. smile.

"I spent twelve gold galleons to buy this from a Russian official at a high price. You can use it first."

"Hey, you guys are really... powerful."

Lomonosov glanced at the name tag on the carton and shook his head with emotion.

Needless to say, the energy and penetration of these Destiny Group wizards far exceeded his imagination - or to put it another way, the rate of decline of the Russian magic world far exceeded his expectations.

You know, a few years ago, these were still contraband items that were confiscated at the highest level.

Along with Andre and Loveya's figures disappeared into the living room.

Lomonosov heard their heavy footsteps gradually disappearing on the gravel walk outside, and then there was the slamming sound of car doors closing, and the unpleasant roar of the car engine when it started.

Now, he, Kurt Meyer, and two other wizards from the Destiny Group were the only ones left in the room.

"Long time no see, Kurt Meyer—"

Lomonosov raised his head and took a deep look at the old wizard not far away. He turned the wand in his hand and pointed it at the old wizard's chest.

"Are you ready for your last words?"

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