Chapter 750 The Identity Given

A trainee investigator from the Special Containment Procedures Foundation?

Irina Ivanovich's eyes flickered slightly. This name may be just an unknown title for other wizards, but for a "remnant" from the former Soviet Union like her, it is really So familiar.

A month ago, it was this huge and mysterious organization that fell from the sky and changed her future.

On the Hyperion, she stood behind Elena Kaslana and witnessed with her own eyes the Russian Ministry of Magic, the International Federation of Wizards, the Magical Congress of the United States, and the American Goblins...these unparalleled magics How the officials melted into the red spell that filled the sky, and lost their memories with almost no power to fight back.

As for the "Wizard Organization" that defeated the Aurors of the Magic Department, most of them wore similar metal badges on their chests.

As for their identities...

Irina Ivanovich subconsciously turned her head and looked at the Ravenclaw table not far away.

At the end of the long table, Elena was still sitting there quietly, but unknowingly, in addition to Luna Lovegood, the other freshmen who had just joined Ravenclaw also started to look up. He picked up the plate and sat next to her.

Sure enough, this is what is called...light?

Irina's eyes were dazed for a moment, her thoughts gradually drifting away, and she remembered the night a few days ago.

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Time: two days ago

Location: Outside St. Petersburg

"Is this what you rely on to fight against the International Federation of Wizards?"

Irina Ivanovich's pupils shrank, looking at the light curtain in front of Elena, "A brand new wizard army? Inherited Grindelwald's will, lurked on this basis, and expanded dozens of times. The huge power?”

In front of them, a secret numb rectangular light screen was spliced ​​together.

The heads of hundreds of male and female wizards appeared on the light screen, waiting for Elena to issue instructions, and on each of their chests, there were shining silver emblems, judging from the notes in the upper right corner of each person's light screen. , they are all on board at this time.

"Prepare, disarming spell, stun spell, alternate saturation volleys for three rounds..."

Elena waved her hand casually, tapping her fingers in the air.

Along with the girl's magic power, an invisible ripple spread throughout the entire bridge in an instant. Then, the light guide channels of all the "launching pads" opened, revealing a groove just big enough for a wand to be placed - as if it had been As if it had evolved hundreds of times in advance, the wizards skillfully pulled out their wands, put them into the grooves, and began to chant the spell.

Deep in the groove are several modified six-barreled Gatling cannons.

It's just that the original ammunition supply entrance has been temporarily replaced with a huge magic concave lens, and magic spells from all directions are gathered here again. After refraction and reflection, they pour down along the barrel of the artillery.

Red light rain falls from the sky——

"After the saturation shooting is over, clean up the battlefield according to the original plan. It's over -"

Elena glanced at the sporadic counterattacks below, said softly with a calm expression, and immediately closed the light curtain.

Due to the delays of Newt and Dumbledore, there were not too many members of the Russian Ministry of Magic arriving on the battlefield at this time. Most of them were elite Aurors from the Magical Congress of the United States, and a small number of American Gringotts goblins.

In fact, from the moment Newt Scamander joins the cast, the ending loses all suspense.

The plan is very simple. Delete the memory of all hostile members present and let these officials compete with the air.

After the six-month-long "Ulyanovsk Rescue Plan", the Oblivion Curse can be said to be one of the most familiar and adept spells among this group of wizards, and it does not require Elena to spend any money. Extra energy to worry about.

At this time, Elena finally had some free time to slowly taste the innocence of the Demon King's adjutant.

"You just said...military? No, they were never soldiers."

Elena raised the corner of her mouth, patted the empty space of the chair gently, and motioned for Elena to sit next to her.

Then, she pulled out her wand and waved it in the air.

The light curtain that just appeared in front of the two people appeared again, but this time the number of people was obviously much smaller, and they were all still photos and file modes, instead of the real-time communication screen of the Hyperion bridge as before.

"Kurt Maier, owner and bartender of the Salt Branch Bar in Salzburg."

"Bill Weasley, Cursebreaker at the Egyptian branch of Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

"Gilderoy Lockhart, best-selling author and freelance writer."

"Frank..."

As if chatting, Elena pointed at the pictures on the screen and introduced them one by one with great interest.

"Of course, they now have an additional identity, members of the Special Containment Procedures Foundation - but they hold different positions in the foundation based on their identities, abilities and personal wishes, non-profit and zero-remuneration positions."

"Special Containment Procedures Foundation?"

Irina Ivanovich repeated curiously.

However, before she could finish her words, the light curtain in front of her flickered, and a series of textured three-dimensional English words emerged in front of her one after another, as if emerging from the abyss, and finally formed the shape of a huge emblem.

"Yes, as you can see, this is not a military organization..."

Elena shrugged, looking at the emblem in front of her pointedly, with a complicated tone.

"If one day you sit in this position, I hope you will remember one thing. The most powerful force in the world never comes from violent organizations with the purpose of destruction - only those brought together by ordinary people. Only with a spark can it be possible to completely light up the vast dark night sky above human beings. Rights can never override 'ordinary people'."

"But how can we bring them together without a show of strength?"

said Irina Ivanovich, a hint of confusion in her voice.

The rain of cursed light in the sky has gradually stopped, and it has become extremely quiet below. Except for the sporadic magical light, the area covered by the Hyperion is like a quiet cemetery, exuding an awe-inspiring coldness. .

Those Ministry of Magic officials and members of the International Confederation of Wizards who once broke into her house, took away her grandfather's wand, and put her grandfather under house arrest in the log cabin behind the house to wait for death, did not show any decent resistance--once Irene In Na's eyes, all the power and power in the world seemed as fragile as when she was locked in the bedroom by her father.

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Chapter One! Oh my god!