Chapter 1128 The Ultimate Weapon

Pandora possesses a variety of weapon forms and enough firepower to handle a small war. Its sheer power will strike fear into the hearts of those in power and make wizards realize their own insignificance.

Vincent activated Pandora's first form, a howitzer with high-speed continuous firing capability.

Fudge was relieved when he saw that it was a Muggle iron wand. "All employees of the Ministry of Magic, listen up! Vincent Wayne is the evil dark wizard who ordered the Dementors to leave Azkaban and attempted to murder the Minister of Magic. He poses a great threat to the wizarding world and must be arrested immediately!"

Kingsley accelerated and ran to the front. He raised his wand but did not launch an attack for a long time, as if he was blocking the Ministry of Magic employees behind him.

Vincent understood his good intentions and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

One by one, the grenades fired into the air were hit by the spell, and the explosions they caused were very small, even smaller than those of dung balls.

Just as Fudge was smiling triumphantly, a bunch of filamentous substances suddenly flew out from under the explosion smoke.

The spell had almost no effect on them, either passing through them or being strangely absorbed.

If Dumbledore were present, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this was a type of clay commonly used by alchemists. It has extremely strong plasticity and a high affinity for magic.

"Shit!" Kingsley had just finished cursing when he caught the falling clay on his face.

He tried to use his hands to tear off the clay on his face, but his hands were stuck to his face, and it didn't look like he was acting at all.

Seeing this, the Ministry of Magic staff behind him all cast the Shield Charm, and those who didn't know how to cast it were in trouble.

When the clay landed precisely on the aisle where they were standing, most of the people in the gallery screamed and rushed to the exit door, and some brave reporters and anchors blatantly took out their live broadcast equipment.

The dark wizard Vincent fought against the Ministry of Magic. The surging adrenaline made them so excited that they didn't worry at all about whether they would be accidentally injured.

Rita, with a flushed face, even jumped down from the gallery and ran towards Vincent, who was setting up the howitzer again, holding a butterfly-shaped brooch.

"Dear audience, Wayne is about to launch a second wave of attacks, don't blink!"

Vincent didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only adjust the shooting angle with a blank expression.

"Watch out behind you!" Rita aimed her pin at Dawlish who was sneaking up behind Vincent.

With a dull "bang", the sudden spell was blocked by the defensive barrier of Flamel's ring.

Vincent turned around and glanced at Dawlish with contempt, "Thank you for your care during this period."

He is under surveillance 7/24, but he is not as magnanimous as Dumbledore.

Pandora quickly switched forms, transforming into an anti-material sniper rifle of exaggerated size.

With a loud bang, the non-lethal rubber bullet blew Dawlish away.

The black basalt that could effectively resist magic was covered with cracks, and the unconscious Dalish was embedded deeply in the wall like a decoration.

Rita stood there as if petrified, and with her were the Ministry of Magic employees who were wearing Shield Charms.

The Minister of Magic's guards were knocked down in an instant. The anti-material sniper rifle in Vincent's hand was not only exaggerated in shape, but also terrifyingly powerful.

"Damn it!" Fudge cursed, grabbing Scrimgeour's collar viciously. "Rufus, did you see everything? Wayne is an extremely dangerous dark wizard. He will seriously threaten the safety of the wizarding world!"

Scrimgeour clenched his hands tightly, and the confusion and entanglement on his face gradually faded away.

Regardless, Vincent did hurt the staff of the Ministry of Magic, and as the head of the Auror Office, he could no longer hesitate.

But as soon as he pulled out his wand, the Pandora in Vincent's hand had turned into a pair of short and powerful submachine guns.

"Da da da da——"

Scrimgeour hastily cast the Shield Charm, but the rubber bullet strangely penetrated the barrier and knocked his tightly clenched wand away.

Vincent looked at him, then at the 10 Aurors around him who had complicated expressions.

If we don't want to make things difficult for them, we can only take the initiative, but this goes beyond the scope of self-defense.

"Dark wizard?" Vincent smiled with relief, swung his hands sideways and held the trigger tightly.

The dense rubber bullets were like raindrops blown by a typhoon, and Fudge was so scared that he hurriedly hid under the table.

The Wizengamot members finally couldn't sit still anymore. Some of them raised their wands to prepare for the battle, some stood up in panic and ran towards the exit door, while others remained sitting firmly.

There weren't many people left in the Tenth Courtroom, and the Ministry of Magic staff who were no longer stunned began to help their colleagues who were trapped by the clay.

Bones lowered his wand slightly towards Vincent and said, "Mr. Wayne, please put down your weapon. Fudge's accusations against you still need to be seriously discussed. You can trust our judgment."

Vincent also slightly lowered the gun pointed at her, "Director Bones, the British wizarding world is facing an unprecedented challenge. Fudge disguises political persecution as judicial justice. Today he can define me as a dark wizard without any evidence, and tomorrow he will dare to lock up all dissenting voices in Azkaban."

Bones frowned.

The current situation of the hearing is actually due to Fudge's autocratic behavior. He has become so crazy that he claimed that Vincent attempted to murder him in public and even ignored judicial independence. Once trust collapses, it is difficult to rebuild it.

Bones pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Wayne, all your subsequent aggressive actions will be regarded as violent resistance. Is that okay?"

Vincent looked towards the gallery on the left. His relatives and friends were all looking at him, their eyes full of worry, without even a hint of blame.

As long as Fudge continues to serve as Minister of Magic, he will never be able to take off the label of a dark wizard.

"The false Dark Lord will return with the help of his two servants, more powerful and more terrible than before.

The real Dark Lord is about to show his terrifying power, bringing long-lasting darkness and terror, and completely shattering all rules and order."

Vincent inexplicably thought of Trelawney's prediction last year.

The part about the false Dark Lord has been realized. Whether Voldemort has become more powerful and terrifying remains to be verified, but he is indeed back.

“So that’s how it is…” Vincent looked up at the dark ceiling.

Prophecies always come true in such an unexpected way, both for Voldemort and for him.

"Director Bones, you are wrong."

Vincent spread out the submachine guns in his hands, "I don't approve of the Ministry of Magic that is confusing right and wrong."

His hands were wrapped in mithril that looked like a submachine gun. "You say I'm a criminal, you say I'm a dark wizard, whatever you want to say, I have decided not to compromise anymore, I will completely tear apart the peace pretended by the Ministry of Magic."

Pandora transformed into two handheld Gatling guns, and the blue-flaming copper bullets shot towards the dark ceiling like a rainstorm.

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