Chapter 1131 The Legal Game Should End

When launching vertically, or when there are four layers of obstacles, the best combination of magic runes is to improve stability and keep the shells from deviating from the launch trajectory as much as possible.

Vincent had made preparations in advance, but the specially made 120mm fine gold armor-piercing bullet was expensive, and this one shot cost 10 gold galleons.

Without any hesitation, he quickly loaded the shells and secured the heavy artillery with a tripod.

He lay beside the cannon, gripping the handle with both hands, holding his breath and concentrating on adjusting the firing angle.

At the moment the trigger is pulled, the alchemically purified gunpowder at the bottom of the barrel is ignited, and the expanding gas pushes the armor-piercing bullet to rotate through countless rifling grooves engraved with magical runes.

Percy, who was at the Department of International Magical Cooperation next door, heard a loud noise like thunder, and then stared with wide eyes at the cracked ceiling falling down.

"Armor protect yourself!" He reacted quickly, pulled out his wand and set up a magic barrier above his head.

On the other side, after pulling the trigger, Vincent switched Pandora to the 8th form, a shield engraved with gorgeous lion patterns. All stones falling on it would be bounced away regardless of size.

Seeing that the office of the International Magical Trade Standards Association was about to collapse, Vincent put on his flying boots, set up his shield, and flew quickly towards the huge hole created by the armor-piercing bullet.

In just a few breaths, he had passed through the recently repaired ceiling of the second underground floor and reached the first underground floor.

The angle was still slightly off, and he was in the corridor leading to the minister's office.

"It's Wayne!" Several staff members who entered the Ministry of Magic through the secret passage raised their wands immediately.

Vincent waved his shield, and the gorgeous lion pattern lit up with dazzling golden light, rebounding all their spells.

After the screams, hurried footsteps were heard from the end of the corridor, which should be the entrance to the secret passage.

Vincent looked up at the hole made by the armor-piercing bullet above his head.

The Ministry of Magic is located thirty meters underground in Whitehall in London. Above it is either Downing Street or Parliament Street. If you are lucky, you may be able to reach the Houses of Parliament or the headquarters of the British Ministry of Defense.

Vincent imagined himself being surrounded by a large group of congressmen. He shuddered subconsciously and changed Pandora from a shield back to its original briefcase.

The hurried footsteps became clearer and clearer; reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic were about to arrive.

Compared to the masters of Congress, the employees of the Ministry of Magic are more friendly and lovely.

When Vincent turned around, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a dazzling golden light.

He suddenly turned around and looked at a golden gate in the distance.

"Ding-clang-ding-clang--" the flying boots collided with the marble floor, making crisp, metallic sounds.

Vincent strolled down the corridor and stopped in front of the golden door of the Minister's office.

"Wayne! Give up resistance, you are surrounded by us!"

He opened the briefcase, pressed the button to launch the small missile without looking back, ignored the explosion and fire behind him, and gently pushed the door open and walked in.

His azure pupils reflected a slightly dazzling golden luster. Compared to the shock he felt the last time he came here, he was now in a very calm mood.

Golden walls, golden floors, golden desks, golden bookcases...

Everything here is gold, even the quills.

Vincent walked over the desk and sat on the intricately carved gold chair, resting his feet on the table.

"Is this how the Minister of Magic feels..."

He shook his head slightly disappointedly, "It really doesn't suit me."

He casually placed the briefcase on the table, supported his face with one hand, and quietly looked at the open golden door and the billowing smoke and dust in the corridor outside.

Just one sentence can set the entire Ministry of Magic into action. No wonder so many people are rushing to pursue power.

If one Fudge falls, there are still thousands and millions of Fudges.

The most serious problems of the Ministry of Magic are its backward system, rampant internal corruption, lack of effective supervision over senior management, and its attitude of being complacent and unwilling to make progress.

Suddenly, the smoke and dust in the corridor was blown away, and another batch of reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrived.

It's time to end the legal game. The Ministry of Magic - no, the wizarding world - is in urgent need of a change.

Vincent didn't even look at the employees who were approaching cautiously outside. He snapped his fingers lightly and summoned a light blue fire out of thin air in front of the golden gate.

Most people would feel fear when faced with the hellfire that is said to be able to burn everything.

"Everyone, do you want to come in?"

The Ministry of Magic staff outside stopped their trembling hands.

"Vincent Wayne, this is the Ministry of Magic, not a place for you to act so recklessly!"

The raging fire suddenly surged, causing them to step back in fear.

Vincent looked at them with sympathy. "Open your eyes and take a good look at this room. Don't you have any ideas?"

They certainly have some ideas, but as employees of the Ministry of Magic, no matter how many ideas they have, they can only keep them to themselves.

"No?" Vincent snapped his fingers again, causing the Fiery Flame in front of the golden gate to spread along the golden wall. "The Fiery Flame is said to be able to burn everything. I want to see if it can burn lies."

All staff members remained silent.

The tall, short-haired wizard at the front slowly raised his head and said, "Wayne, I actually admire you very much."

"Peasegood! You don't want to do this anymore?"

The wizard named Peasegood shook his head at his colleague. "But Wayne, the Ministry of Magic is a behemoth. If you offend Minister Fudge, he will use the resources of the entire Ministry to deal with you."

Vincent's mouth curled up slightly, "Peasegood, right? I admire you too, do you want to come in and talk?"

"No." Peasegood smiled bitterly and shook his head again, "I don't want to lose my job."

"Okay." Vincent stood up and waved his hand to separate the fierce flames in front of the golden gate.

He walked out of the office without paying attention to the wands pointed at him. "If you were facing Voldemort today, it wouldn't be as simple as Fiendfyre."

Peasegood stepped forward to stop him, "It's our duty, Wayne, we won't let you pass easily."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Vincent raised his caduceus and cast a stunning spell almost instantly.

"chain--"

The orange-red spell split into more than ten before it hit, and they passed over Peasgood at an extremely tricky angle like lightning.

"What!?" Peasgood turned his head and stared at his colleagues who had fallen down.

Although he had heard about it before coming here, when he saw with his own eyes the spell split and automatically chased, he still felt an indescribable shock.

A wizard with such strength was pushed to the opposite side because of Fudge's short-sightedness.

Vincent walked slowly past Peasegood, the blazing fire casting a long shadow across the corridor.

Peasgood suddenly had a strong premonition that the figure gradually moving away in front of him might be the Ministry of Magic's most difficult enemy.

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