Chapter 1099: Voice of the Night
Being spied on by Wales was the best possible scenario.
Although he is a stubborn person who only sticks to his own principles, he will not do anything out of nothing.
Now that Vincent has come clean with Fudge, at least he doesn't have to worry about being framed.
"I have to go back to school, do you want to come with me?"
Wales was embarrassed and helpless, "Of course."
Vincent smiled evilly, turned and walked out of Westminster Abbey.
Wales followed him to an alley, where he was already sitting in a completely black Bugatti.
As they drove out of the alley, he rolled down the window and said, "I'm going to test the performance of the new car. Don't lose me."
As he stepped on the accelerator, the roar of the engine made Wales' head buzz.
It was just a Muggle sports car, how could a senior Auror lose it?
Wales soon regretted his decision, as the black sports car was literally flying across the ground.
His broomstick was smoking, but he still lost it when he was almost in the Scottish Highlands.
His intuition told him that the car must have been modified using alchemy, otherwise how could the broom specially customized by the Ministry of Magic from the Sweep Company not be able to catch up.
Vincent, speeding through the Scottish Highlands, eased off the accelerator slightly when the dashboard showed a speed of over 800 km/h.
The performance of Mithril is indeed better than that of titanium alloy. It is not only lighter but also harder.
The design of the w16 engine is indeed excellent, and simply using alchemy to replicate it far exceeds the theoretical limit of performance.
This all-black Bugatti sports car has more than one form. If it weren't for the purpose of avoiding unnecessary conflict with the Ministry of Magic, it would have started testing other forms long ago.
"Oops, forgot to put the license plate on."
At the beginning of the school year, I was targeted by the highway police because I didn't have a license plate. Now this dream car has exceeded the physical limits with just a simple test, and it must have been put on their blacklist.
Vincent hesitated for a moment, but still opened the address book through the car's magic projection.
The old father Eric said "I know" and hung up the video call, but within 5 minutes, he called again.
"Boy, the dream car you built is really awesome."
Vincent blinked his big eyes innocently and said, "Dad, I just wanted to get rid of the Auror who was watching me."
Eric carefully examined the extremely impressive racing seat he was sitting on. "A perfect work of art! My dear son, your school is about to have summer vacation, right?"
"Yes, next Friday."
Eric's eyes sparkled with a strange light. "This year's Milan Motor Show has been postponed to July. How about bringing your dream car to the show?"
There is no problem if it is just for exhibition, but if it is put on the track, it will undoubtedly be a dimensionality reduction attack on traditional supercars.
"Okay." Vincent gently stroked the Bugatti logo in the middle of the steering wheel.
Although the 417km/h achieved by the Bugatti Veyron prototype he drove does not count, the 410km/h achieved by the professional racing driver has already set a Guinness World Record and won the title of the fastest production car.
And this is just the beginning. Luca and other automotive engineers are working on developing the SS version (SuperSports) with even higher performance.
Bugatti, which was once on the verge of bankruptcy, has finally survived. If it continues to develop step by step, it will definitely create more speed myths.
Eric and Vincent, father and son, talked a lot, mostly about the design of this dream car.
"The exterior and interior were designed by Hermione. She said the rounded shape of the Veyron didn't suit me."
Eric was a little surprised. "Yeah, you are more suitable for the restrained and flamboyant style."
The vehicle's low-key all-black color scheme, the unique beauty created by the collision of retro lines and modern dynamic design, coupled with its fantastic ultimate performance, the restrained and flamboyant style is indeed very suitable for Vincent.
The more Eric listened, the more impatient he became, and he couldn't wait to be in the Scottish Highlands.
"Dad, how about I stop the car and take some pictures of you?"
"No, this is the ultimate romance for men. Before I see her in person, I have to maintain my anticipation as much as possible."
Fortunately, Evelyn was not there, otherwise she would definitely have a fight if she heard Eric compare the car to a woman.
"By the way, have you named your dream car?"
"It's up." Vincent looked up at the rearview mirror, as if he could see a line of French on the rear of the car through the reflection of the mirror.
“La Voiture Noire, which translates to the sound of the night.”
The name was also given by Hermione, and she even learned some French from Fleur.
"The Voice of the Night..." Eric was intoxicated. "What a great name! This year's Milan Motor Show will definitely shock everyone!"
Wayne and his son chatted about the auto show for a while before ending the video call.
Vincent glanced out the window and found that he had entered the NC500 road, which is known as the ceiling of self-driving in the UK.
There are few vehicles here, which well showcases the wild beauty of the Scottish Highlands, and winding mountain roads are a common sight.
Finally, I can test the performance of the Night Sound.
The roar of a beast-like engine suddenly sounded, and a black shadow kept shuttling on the winding road.
The Welshman who had been chasing behind on a broomstick was numb.
I thought I finally caught up with him, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, the person who was monitoring Vincent was mentally prepared. If it were someone else, they would have probably collapsed.
As the sound of the night was getting closer and closer to the speed of sound, old Batty, who was bound by more than a dozen magical torture instruments, finally woke up.
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When he opened his eyes, he saw Peter Pettigrew who was restrained even tighter, with a thick layer of glass between them.
The walls of this place are made of black basalt. Except for the smaller space, it is an exact replica of the tenth interrogation room on the tenth underground floor of the Ministry of Magic.
Old Barty knew about this place. In order to avoid the recurrence of self-explosion incidents similar to Rookwood, the rebuilt Auror Office added a room specifically for detaining extremely dangerous elements in the wizarding world.
"Wormtail! Wormtail! Wake up!"
His screams could not penetrate the thick glass between the two of them, and with every scream, the steel fork-shaped torture instrument would go deeper into his throat.
His throat had been pierced by the magic wand, and now he was tortured again by the torture instruments. Old Barty's face quickly turned pale and bloodless.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a beam of light shone into the dim room.
"Stop shouting, he can't hear you."
Old Batty saw who was coming before the light disappeared.
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, actually came to this room which was specially used to detain the most dangerous elements in the wizarding world.
"Ho-"
As the sneer sounded, the steel fork-shaped torture instrument tore open old Batty's throat, exposing his spine.
Fudge shook his head. "Battie, I am very disappointed in you. You sacrificed your own family for the sake of justice, just to stay in the Ministry of Magic and continue your spy work, right?"
Old Batty couldn't make a sound. He struggled to stand up, but the circular torture device that clamped his limbs was getting tighter and tighter.
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