Chapter 1127 Dark Wizard Vincent

The one with the most complicated emotions would be Vincent, who was holding ten magic wands.

He had prepared for the worst before coming, but he didn't expect that he still overestimated Fudge's moral bottom line.

"You... you..." Fudge's hand holding the wand shook wildly uncontrollably, "What on earth did you do?"

Vincent ignored him, turned around and placed the wand in his hand on the chair in the dock.

Fudge was so anxious that he almost fell off the table. He pointed his wand again with trembling hands, "Dark magic? Even if you disguise it as a disarming spell, you can't hide the nature of dark magic."

Although spell chaining is a long-lost spellcasting technique, it does not imply the subjective malice of the caster and cannot even be defined as a spell.

No matter how inexperienced Fudge was, he would not confuse spells and spellcasting techniques. His purpose in doing this was only one, to confuse right and wrong.

"How dare you openly practice dark magic in front of the Supreme Wizarding Court." His Adam's apple rolled and he seemed a little choked up, but he spoke very fluently. "Wayne, who taught you the dark magic? It must be Dumbledore. It must be him."

He covered his eyes, which had no tears, with his hands, tilted his head back in an exaggerated manner, and expressed his sadness with his poor acting skills.

Vincent was not angry, but found it extremely ridiculous.

Old Bitch Deng taught him black magic? This was the funniest joke he had heard this year.

Fudge, who was about to feel "sad" for a while, was irritated by the corners of his mouth that couldn't stop rising, and slowly lowered his hand that was covering his eyes, "Dumbledore teaches students the dark arts. He is not worthy of continuing to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. I declare that from today on -"

Vincent took a step forward, startling Fudge so much that he staggered and almost fell off the table again.

The Aurors who had lost their wands quickly stood in front of Fudge. The one closest to Vincent was Wales, who had a very complicated expression. "Wayne, don't come any closer."

Vincent stopped and glanced at Fudge, who looked like he had succeeded in his evil plan. "Mr. Minister, the appointment and dismissal of the headmaster of Hogwarts is a matter for the board of directors. The Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere."

Fudge showed a hypocritical smile, but there was a sinister look in his eyes, "But this is an abnormal situation. Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK. The Ministry of Magic will never allow criminals to continue to serve as the school's principal and chairman of the board of directors."

“Huh…” Vincent chuckled, his eyes full of contempt, “Another new decree? Hogwarts has existed much longer than the Ministry of Magic. Your new decree alone cannot shake the ancient magic of the castle.”

Fudge clenched the wand in his hand tightly. Although he knew very well that Vincent would not attack him, he did sense the danger, or an invisible pressure.

At this point, it is impossible for him to acknowledge Voldemort's return. The reason why the Dementors left Azkaban must be related to Vincent, and Dumbledore and Vincent must be kicked out of Hogwarts.

The threat level of a simple criminal is still too low. The employee is a dark wizard, and he openly performs "dark magic" in the Supreme Wizarding Court. The evidence should be sufficient.

The smile on Fudge's face was filled with malice and calculation. "The Ministry of Magic will never compromise with the dark forces. If you continue to rule Hogwarts, the British wizarding world will have no future at all."

Before Vincent could make any move, he suddenly let go of his wand and covered his chest in pain.

"You..." Fudge fell heavily on the table, causing screams to ring out.

"You... Wayne... what did you do to me?"

Vincent was speechless.

The combination of poor acting and extremely shameless words is simply invincible.

Wales, who was closest to the scene, could see clearly that Vincent did not make any move at all. This was a blatant slander by Fudge.

It's bad enough that they confuse right and wrong, it's bad enough that they tell lies with blatant eyes, but now they are even fabricating facts.

Not only Wales, but several Aurors saw it clearly.

Tonks' hair turned red with anger, and she glared at Fudge fiercely.

"Dark magic...dark magic again..."

Fudge's face was distorted, as if he was in great pain. "Rufus, what are you still standing there for? Vincent Wayne attacked the Minister of Magic in public. He is an out-and-out dark wizard. We must arrest him at all costs!"

Scrimgeour still had his head down, seemingly not having heard his command. Among the Aurors, only Dawlish picked up his wand which had fallen to the ground.

Vincent finally made a move. Holding the double snake staff, he half-clapped his hands one after another, "Excellent, what a wonderful performance."

Fudge seemed to be holding his chest in pain, but he had actually secretly issued an emergency order through the badge of the Ministry of Magic he was wearing, "Wayne, don't even think about escaping like Dumbledore."

The badges on the chests of Scrimgeour and the 11 Aurors lit up red, and the badges of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in the Wizengamot also lit up red.

This is a mandatory administrative order issued by the Minister of Magic in a state of emergency, usually in response to a major crisis.

In order to arrest Vincent, Fudge was so desperate that he issued an emergency order.

Vincent stopped clapping and quietly looked at the door of the tenth courtroom.

Fudge knew that he would not attack, nor would he surrender docilely.

But the situation is different now. He has become a "dark wizard" who attacked the Minister of Magic, and he will not care about the opinions of the outside world.

Fudge watched like a victor as Vincent put the caduceus back into Flamel's ring, but he was not happy for long, because Vincent took out a sturdy and heavy gunmetal briefcase.

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A magical rune "?" is engraved in the middle of the briefcase, symbolizing that it is Vincent's work.

Eric in the audience's gallery's eyes widened instantly.

This is Pandora, a multi-purpose weapon that combines magic and technology through alchemy.

A year has passed, and as a father, he still has no idea what is inside. He only knows that this is a real Pandora's box. Once it is opened, disaster will come. Not only the enemies, but everyone will be afraid of it.

"Ten floors underground..." Vincent raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

This action made Fudge nervous.

There is a saying in the magic world: You never know what gadget the alchemist will take out of his pocket next second.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, alchemists are indeed mysterious and wizards would rather offend dark wizards than alchemists.

Fudge pretended to be calm and said, "It's useless, Wayne. The basalt in the Tenth Courtroom can effectively resist magical attacks. There is no escape route for you here."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "Who said I was going to run away?"

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the tenth courtroom banged open.

A large number of Ministry of Magic staff filed in, all of them holding wands and ready for battle.

Fudge no longer concealed the hideous smile on his face, "This is the Ministry of Magic. We have nearly 400 wizards. Do you think you are Dumbledore?"

Vincent ignored Fudge and gently opened the briefcase under the gaze of the hostile Ministry of Magic staff, opening Pandora's box with his own hands.

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