Chapter 1133 Eyes That See Through People’s Hearts

Germany is located in central Europe. The straight-line distance between the capital Berlin and London is about 950 kilometers. If the Night Sound is in fighter form, it can reach there in less than an hour by maintaining a speed of Mach 10.

I must go there for sure, but not now.

Vincent pushed the joystick and returned to Westminster.

He did not turn on the stealth function and flew at low altitude over Charing Cross Road.

The nose of the machine gun, like the tip of a sword, pierced through an invisible barrier and successfully reached the empty diagonal line.

Vincent's destination was not here, but Knockturn Alley on the other side.

As the early hours of the morning approached, Knockturn Alley became eerily quiet.

The Voice of the Night landed next to Wayne Enterprises' pyramid-shaped alchemy shop, and Vincent jumped out of the cockpit carrying a briefcase.

Almost at the same time, colorful spells shot from all directions.

"No wonder it's so quiet—" Vincent waved his hands in front of him to form a magical barrier, then turned around and raised the briefcase.

The sudden attack failed to produce the expected effect, and the Aurors who were in ambush no longer hid.

"Wayne—" Scrimgeour appeared at one side of the alchemy shop. He seemed a little tired. "That's it. I won't let you mess around anymore."

Vincent looked at the Aurors around him.

Tonks, Kingsley, and Wells were all there, but Dawlish was not.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, how did you guess I would come here?"

"My instinct." Scrimgeour walked slowly towards him. "When I woke up, I was told that a special team would be formed to hunt you down. My instinct tells me that you will take your employees with you before you leave England."

After all, Cecilia and the others were once dark wizards, and they had all been involved in crimes to a greater or lesser extent. Scrimgeour knew very well that Vincent would not watch his people being taken away, so he led the team to ambush at the first opportunity.

Vincent nodded, "So that's how it is."

Scrimgeour is one of the very few officials in the Ministry of Magic who is brave enough to take responsibility for his own mistakes. When the Auror's office was collapsed by Rookwood's self-explosion, he dared to dig out the wreckage with traces of corrosive black magic with his bare hands without even wearing dragon-skin gloves, saving the lives of many Aurors.

Vincent looked at the black gloves he wore on his hands.

Whether it's a show or not, he is indeed a good boss.

Vincent pointed to the alchemy shop behind him and said, "Mr. Scrimgeour, would you like to come in and sit down?"

Scrimgeour remained silent.

After a moment, he loosened his grip on his wand slightly, "Sitting with the Ministry of Magic's most wanted criminal?"

"That depends on how you view the wanted warrant issued by Fudge."

Scrimgeour put away his wand. "Okay, but we don't have much time. I'm not the only one who can think of this place."

Vincent looked at the Aurors around him again, "You've been busy for so long, come in and take a rest."

"Okay!" Tonks no longer had a stern face, put away her wand and trotted over.

Kingsley's face darkened even further, and he followed without saying a word.

Wales and the remaining Aurors followed suit upon seeing this.

The entrance to Wayne Enterprises' alchemy shop is at the top of the pyramid. To enter, you have to climb an invisible suspended staircase.

This was nothing new to any wizard in the British wizarding world, with alchemy shops having long been a must-go place for most wizarding families on weekends.

Entering the Platinum Corridor, Cecilia warmly welcomed the Aurors after a brief moment of distraction.

There were few customers all day today, and the few that came left shortly after the hearing began.

The huge rest area seemed unusually empty, and the two security heads, Lucifer and Xila, were both very nervous about the arrival of the Aurors.

After two years of getting along, they have long accepted Vincent as their boss.

They certainly didn't want to go back to the days when they had to put their heads on their wands, but reality was cruel. If the Aurors wanted to...

"Lucifer, Xila, come and sit down."

Both of them saw a hint of warning in Vincent's eyes.

Cecilia smiled and pulled the two of them to a corner to whisper a few words, and when they came back, there was no obvious hostility.

Lucifer and Xila were the heads of the security department after all. Even when they were sitting, they would occasionally glance at the Aurors with scrutiny.

Vincent and Scrimgeour sat in a secluded corner. A pot of freshly brewed steaming black tea and some snacks flew over and landed on the coffee table.

Vincent took a sip of his tea and casually picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth.

Scrimgeour held the teacup in his hand and tilted his head to look at Lucifer and the others. "Your employees are very good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

He looked back at Vincent with complicated eyes, "Wayne, turn yourself in. The department has relevant regulations. As long as we work hard, the possibility of committing a misdemeanor is still very high."

“Forget it.” Vincent chuckled and said, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist and will just grab Fudge and beat him up.”

This joke isn't funny because it could really happen.

Scrimgeour looked down at the steam rising from the teacup. "In fact, I have no right to say that. You and Dumbledore are both warriors who dare to look directly at the truth, while I am just a coward who took a step forward and then stepped back."

Suddenly he raised his head, raised the cup and drank it all, then wiped the tea dripping from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Even though the danger in Azkaban is greater, I still followed orders and came here to arrest you. You should think I am a very hypocritical person, right?"

Vincent shook his head. "Mr. Scrimgeour, not everyone has the courage to go against authority."

He changed the subject with a faint smile on his face, "Now it's my turn to advise you. Fudge's ambition is growing day by day. He can no longer tolerate me and Professor Dumbledore, and soon he will not tolerate any opposing voices."

Scrimgeour's lips trembled slightly, as if he had vaguely guessed something.

Vincent crossed his fingers, looking very relaxed. "People obsessed with power will often do whatever it takes, even sacrificing principles and moral bottom line."

He looked directly into Scrimgeour's pupils, which had shrunk to the point of a needle. "The Auror Office is willing to protect something with its life. It shouldn't be a lie. Are you really willing to let someone like Fudge continue to manage the British wizarding world?"

Scrimgeour clenched his fists tightly. "Wayne, do you know what you are talking about?"

Two extremes, one is relaxed and the other is tense.

“Of course I know.” Vincent’s azure eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, including Scrimgeour’s heart. “The current Minister of Magic has seriously failed in his duties. He slandered Dumbledore as a conspirator and chose to turn a blind eye to the real danger.”

Scrimgeour avoided his gaze subconsciously.

"Cornelius Fudge would rather embrace the eternal night of Voldemort's resurrection than loosen his grip on power."

Vincent's words were like a heavy hammer, causing Scrimgeour to hastily loosen his clenched fists.

"Those maggots curled up in the dunghill of power are making up new lies every day to cover up their lies, and you Aurors are risking your lives for this. Do you think all this is reasonable?"

Scrimgeour lowered his head and said nothing, not daring to look into Vincent's blue eyes that could see through people's hearts.

"If that doesn't make sense to you, why don't you just pick up the—"

“That's enough!” Scrimgeour finally looked up.

His pupils were trembling violently. "The situation in the British wizarding world is already serious enough. Doing this will only make the panic spread faster."

Vincent had expected Scrimgeour's overreaction.

A coup d'état will indeed trigger political turmoil and social division, and may even lead to international intervention.

But Vincent's purpose was only to plant a seed in Scrimgeour's heart. Whether it would eventually bear fruit depended on Fudge's next performance.

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