Chapter 1132 Mom! Look, it's an alien!

The secret passage in the Ministry of Magic was so narrow that it could barely allow two people to pass side by side.

Vincent could no longer remember how many Ministry of Magic employees he had defeated along the way. He just repeated the spell mechanically and almost became numb.

After going through the last uphill section, he finally returned to the ground.

He was on the shore of a beautiful lake, and through the bright lights reflected in the lake he could see many ducks of various colors and sizes on the lake.

"Duck Garden?" Vincent seemed to recognize the place. He looked up and around, his sight fixed on a magnificent building with lights shining like a dream.

This is Buckingham Palace, which was built two years earlier than the British Ministry of Magic. It is now the Queen's bedroom and office. It is also a symbol of the British royal family and an important symbol of national power.

The Ministry of Magic actually set up the entrance and exit of the secret passage inside St. James' Park, which is adjacent to Buckingham Palace. It's really low-key.

Vincent had originally intended to enjoy the dazzling and charming night view of lights, but the arrival of an unexpected guest made him lose interest immediately.

Several black and white whirlpools suddenly appeared in front of him. It seemed that St. James's Park was not within the range of the anti-Apparition spell set up by the Ministry of Magic.

Vincent raised his caduceus and Apparated to the red telephone booth where he had arrived.

The Sound of the Night was parked quietly to the side, and the Bugatti Veyrons were there too.

He did not deliberately eliminate the traces of Apparition, and the black and white whirlpools soon caught up with him.

"Vincent Wayne! Put it down right now-"

The orange-red spell split strangely, hitting the Ministry of Magic employees who had just appeared one by one.

Vincent gently lifted the door of the Night Voice and placed the briefcase and caduceus on the passenger seat.

He had driven out of the alley before a new batch of reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrived.

London is brightly lit at night, but the traffic is not as dense as during the day.

The sound of the night shuttled through the traffic like a phantom, driving on the road at a speed of nearly 400km/h.

Vincent contacted his parents through the car's magic projection. Everyone is currently staying in the Tenth Courtroom, and Fudge has issued a public wanted order to surrounding countries.

He was treated the same as Sirius who had escaped from prison before, and was the most wanted criminal in the British wizarding world.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore? He's not wanted?"

"No." Eric's face was filled with a proud smile. "You have almost caused chaos in the Ministry of Magic by yourself. How can that stupid minister have the courage to provoke your headmaster again?"

George and Fred's big faces squeezed into the picture, "Man, you don't know how anxious Fudge was just now, it was so funny~"

Fudge would have had a far more hilarious reaction if he'd known his golden office was being burned by the Fiendfyre.

It’s a pity that Vincent couldn’t witness it with his own eyes. “What’s the attitude of the Wizengamot?”

Hermione pulled Fred out of the picture. "Professor Doge, Head Teacher March, and Mr. Ogden protested strongly against Fudge's issuance of the wanted order. They took off their Wizengamot badges, threw them at Fudge's feet, and resigned together."

Neither of the two Wizengamot elders could stop Fudge, he was determined to make the same mistake to the end.

"I see." Vincent spotted several unidentified figures in the night through the rearview mirror. "Let's not talk about it for now. The people from the Ministry of Magic are chasing us."

After hanging up the phone, he deliberately slowed down to allow the Ministry of Magic staff riding broomsticks behind him to catch up.

He lifted the car door and then opened the briefcase on the passenger seat.

Pandora quickly turned into a personal rocket launcher. Vincent turned the steering wheel with his right hand and pulled the trigger when turning a corner.

The Ministry of Magic staff on the broomsticks responded in a panic, but because the explosion was too powerful, they lost nearly half of their people in an instant.

Just as they were about to launch a counterattack, the Sound of Night, which was originally driving on the road, magically grew wings and took off from the ground.

The retro and restrained lines of the body began to extend and become sharp, and the Bugatti family-style horseshoe grille was flattened, like the tip of a sword.

The angles of the wings on both sides are very exaggerated. They have the characteristics of swept wings extending backwards and small aspect ratio of delta wings. Their shape is very similar to the Greek letter "λ" (Lambda).

"A Muggle's iron bird!?" The Ministry of Magic staff who were not affected by the explosion stared in amazement as the sound of the night continued to rise.

It has an inverted triangle shape and is completely black. The wings are perfectly integrated with the fuselage. There are no ailerons, no vertical tail, and even no horizontal tail. The lines of the whole machine are sharp and angular, and it is full of science fiction, as if it is a space fighter from the future world.

Just as they were still marveling at the rapid development of Muggle technology, the Voice of the Night, which had transformed into a fighter jet, suddenly opened the canopy.

Vincent, holding two Gatling machine guns, jumped onto the left wing and fired at them.

The rubber bullets emitting blue flames were as dense as raindrops. Under their bombardment, even the most outstanding Quidditch players would be shot down.

"Mom! Look, it's an alien!"

A Muggle child held his mother's hand with his left hand and pointed with his right hand at the voice of the night hovering outside the house.

Vincent tilted his head and smiled at the mother and son, then put away Pandora, who had turned back into a briefcase, and jumped back into the cockpit.

"Mom, mom, how come aliens look exactly like us?"

His mother didn't know what to say.

Late at night, there was a fighter plane that was obviously not from this era parked above my house, and a handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes was standing on the wing.

This doesn't look like a movie. Is this a secret agent? James Bond?

"Baby, he's not an alien."

"Huh? Then what is he?"

Just as the child's mother was about to say Bond's name, the sound of the night suddenly accelerated from being still to appear in the sky.

What shocked her was that such a terrifying acceleration did not create any air waves and there was almost no noise, which completely violated the laws of physics.

"That...he...he might be a person from the future."

"A man from the future?" The Muggle child stretched his neck excitedly. "So cool! Mom, is he going back to the future?"

"hope so."

In the cockpit of The Voice of the Night, Vincent was flying his fighter plane aimlessly high above the center of London.

The scene just now was definitely witnessed by more than just the Muggle mother and son. The British Ministry of Magic was made so embarrassed by him tonight that the memory cancellation officers of the accidental event reversal team were probably too busy to handle it.

Vincent looked outside at the clouds dyed silvery white by the moonlight.

The Ministry of Magic's wanted list is actually just a big deal. When Grindelwald was wanted by the German Ministry of Magic, he still went on to run for the new president of the International Confederation of Wizards with a swagger.

When one thinks of Germany, one cannot help but think of the founders of the Wachowski Party.

Half a century has passed, and things and people have changed a lot.

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