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"Top Secret...?"

Hermione lowered his head slightly, feeling very disappointed.

It wasn't that she couldn't understand Bell's actions; after all, she and Bell weren't married yet, and it was understandable that Bell kept some things from her.

However, while she could understand it rationally, she still felt very uncomfortable emotionally.

This feeling of not being trusted made her feel very uncomfortable.

So why did Bell keep it from Hermione?

Of course, it wasn't because it Top Secret or anything like that. Although his operation this time was indeed Top Secret, much more secret than the existence of the Mars Base.

The reason he didn't tell Hermione his whereabouts was simply because he was afraid of causing trouble.

After all, what he was going to do today was quite dangerous, which was why he didn't want Hermione to worry.

Once Hermione finds out what he's going to do next, she'll definitely start clamoring to go find Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, and so on.

Then he would have to spend a lot of energy to appease Hermione's anxiety and dissuade her from 'telling the professor'.

The thought alone sent chills down Bell's spine. He simply couldn't spare that much energy right now.

So let's keep it a secret for now.

He'll face Hermione's 'storm' when he returns.

In the eerie, dark forest, space suddenly distorted slightly for a moment.

The next second, Bell appeared in the woods.

Removing his hood, Bell raised his Wand and drew a complex rune in the air.

"Young Master, you've arrived!"

As the final stroke of the rune was completed, a wizard, also dressed in a dark trench coat, silently appeared beside Bell.

The wizard bowed to Bell and greeted him respectfully.

"Long time no see, Sebas. How's the preparation going?"

Bell wasn't startled by the other person's sudden appearance; he asked in a relaxed and casual tone.

This wizard was none other than Sebastian Stovich, the head butler of the Menethil Family and the head of the Special Operations Team.

Tonight, the other party appeared in this secluded forest on Bell's orders. Even William was unaware of Sebas's whereabouts tonight.

There was no other way. Just like Bell hadn't informed Hermione about the operation beforehand, he also specifically instructed Sebas to keep tonight's operation a secret from his father, as he was afraid of trouble.

Otherwise, heaven knows how nervous my naturally cautious father would have been.

Once everything has settled down, Father will know what happened tonight without Bell notifying him.

"Yes, Young Master, I arranged for personnel changes in advance for tonight's operation, and all members of the First Division Special Operations Team were transferred out."

The Array Talisman formation is now complete. With just your command, the Defense Barrier and Anti-Apparition Jinx will cover the target area.

Sebas explained.

"Very good."

Bell nodded in satisfaction.

Currently, the Menethil Family's Special Operations Team consists of three battalions, each with 100 members.

Every member of the Special Operations Team is Elite Wizard who has undergone rigorous testing and has been carefully selected. The First Division, in particular, is the elite of the elite, capable of completely overwhelming ordinary Auror in a one-on-one fight.

Naturally, the Menethil Family would not allow such Elite Wizard to sit idle and rot.

If Bell remembers correctly, the 10 squads of the First Division are scattered across the family's important businesses around the world.

Sebas was able to mobilize all these teams in a short time, and most importantly, without his father finding out. It seems the old butler has gone to great lengths.

Bell glanced at Sebas, genuinely curious. How had he managed to deceive his father? Had he used the legendary honey trap?

Hopefully, when my brother and I return home this summer, we won't find our father's tombstone waiting for us.

"Young Master, how about I take full charge of tonight's operation? You can just observe from a distance, won't you?"

After hesitating for a moment, Sebas finally advised Bell.

Tonight's operation is far too dangerous!

Even though he had lived most of his life and seen all sorts of things, Sebas still felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of what he was about to do.

"No way. I don't want to miss such a rare opportunity."

With a wave of his hand, Bell rejected Sebas's offer without hesitation.

"But, Young Master..."

"Okay, it's settled then."

By the way, have all the Talisman been distributed?

Not wanting to be bothered by Sebas any longer, Bell changed the subject and asked.

"Yes, 100 Flame Talisman and 100 Lightning Talisman have been distributed to each team member."

After letting out a silent sigh, Sebas gave up on trying to persuade his Young Master any further.

Knowing the Young Master well, he knew that once the Young Master made a decision, no one except his own young lady could dissuade him.

The problem is, it's a miracle if their young mistress doesn't add fuel to the fire. Trying to stop her? Forget about it!

Sebas secretly resolved that he would stay by his Young Master's side at all times and make sure nothing happened to Young Master. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to the master and mistress.

"Very good. Once the battle begins, throw all the Talisman at the enemy without hesitation. Don't hold back. Anyone who dares to keep even one will be severely punished when we get back!"

Although those Talisman were all basic and their individual power was not great, tens of thousands of them stacked together would be enough to make anyone suffer.

After explaining the precautions, Bell walked towards the edge of the woods.

"Let's go, the final match of the Triwizard Tournament should have already started. The show is about to begin."

A slight smile played on Bell's lips; he felt a rare surge of excitement. He couldn't wait.

The hoarse cawing of crows added an ominous touch to the pitch-black night.

A light mist drifted through the woods, dampening clothes and making one feel sticky and uncomfortable.

But at this moment, none of the 100 Special Operations Team members lurking in the darkness attempted to use magic to dispel the moisture from their bodies.

Everyone stared motionless at the outside of the woods.

There, there is a desolate cemetery.

At the edge of the cemetery, there is a small hill. On the hill, there is a simple Wooden House.

Suddenly, a shaman dressed in Egypt attire emerged from the Wooden House.

Upon closer inspection, in the dim moonlight, one could see that the Egypt sorcerer was holding a small baby in his arms.

Looking at the Egypt shaman dressed in traditional clothing, Bell couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

"What a coincidence! You never know where you might meet someone in life."