Chapter 1134 Before leaving

The topic of the coup was too sensitive, and having achieved his goal, Vincent did not continue speaking. He just smiled and stared at Scrimgeour in silence.

The latter initially went from indignation to calmness, and then to deep helplessness.

Clearly, he was shaken.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, that's enough for tonight." Vincent turned to look at the tense Aurors, "It's time to get down to business. Do you want to go together?"

"Together with what?" Tonks blinked her big eyes.

Kingsley covered his face with one hand, "Wayne is asking if we should do it together."

The smile on Tonks's face froze instantly. "You must be joking. Our ambush just now failed. I heard that Wayne set up a fighting arena in school last year, and he defeated a group of students by himself."

Vincent couldn't help laughing as he thought about the Christmas ball.

But the smile turned into a bitter smile.

The relaxed and happy campus life is gone forever. Even if he can return to school, there will be an identity gap.

The chairman of the school board is one thing, but the key is that he is a dark wizard certified by the Ministry of Magic.

Vincent's wry smile made Scrimgeour realize that he was still just a student.

Fudge is doing this, I really don’t know how it will end.

"Wayne..." Scrimgeour's eyes were full of apology, "With your ability, you should have left England before dawn, right?"

Vincent was a little surprised. "Mr. Scrimgeour, what are you doing?"

"Just pretend we've never been here." Scrimgeour stood up and gestured to the Aurors to retreat. "After daybreak, whether you are in the country or not, I will personally lead a team to capture you."

"Thank you." Vincent accepted his kindness.

Scrimgeour may have many minor flaws, but at least he will not sit idly by and watch Voldemort and the Death Eaters secretly expand their power. For this reason alone, he is more suitable for the position of Minister of Magic than Fudge.

After seeing them off, Vincent returned to the rest area of the alchemy shop.

Cecilia, Lucifer, Xila, Boye, Fanni, Mayami, Benhong, Sassim, Abraham, the nine members of Fallen Heaven, the black wizard gang with the highest completion rate of commissions in Knockturn Alley, all sat around a long table after a long absence.

Vincent sat in the seat specially reserved for himself in the middle, quietly watching the nine people who were hesitant to speak.

There was sadness, anxiety and worry about the future in their eyes.

"This is the situation." Vincent leaned lazily on the back of his chair, "I am now wanted by the Ministry of Magic and have become a dark wizard."

Cecilia forced a smile, "Boss, are you leaving England?"

"Yes, together."

All nine people were very surprised.

Vincent propped up his face with one hand, "Some things you will understand when you get there."

Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are we going?"

"Germany."

Unlike the remaining eight people, her reaction was exceptionally calm. "I understand, Boss, what should we do with the alchemy shop?"

Vincent looked around.

He is who he is, and Wayne Enterprises is Wayne Enterprises. If it was before the hearing, there would be no need to worry about it being closed down.

But things are different now. If the alchemy shop wants to continue operating, it can no longer hang the Wayne Enterprises sign.

"I plan to sell the store, along with the Gwent flagship store in Diagon Alley."

"What about the factory?"

"Move away. I'll find a safe place as soon as possible."

Vincent's magic communicator suddenly rang.

It was a text message from Dumbledore, with only a short sentence on it: See you at the Hog's Head.

Vincent frowned.

The collective departure of the Dementors from Azkaban was obviously Voldemort's doing. He certainly did this to release the Death Eaters imprisoned inside.

"Go pack your things first, I need to go out for a while."

The nine people watched him leave, and then looked at Cecilia with complicated expressions.

"Why Germany? Cecilia, do you know anything?"

"I'm just speculating. We won't know for sure until we get there."

Lucifer, the former leader of Fallen Heaven, looked around the rest area with a smile, his eyes full of reluctance, "The boss brought us out of that cannibalistic hell. No matter what happens in the future, I will always follow him."

"Me too." Eight people responded.

"Okay, let's hurry up and clean up the factory's equipment."

As they began to work, Vincent was flying the Nightvoice in fighter form towards Hogsmeade at high speed.

He did not activate his cloaking device and maintained a speed of Mach 10 almost throughout the entire flight.

It was almost 1 a.m. when we arrived in Hogsmeade. The Hog's Head Pub was brightly lit and seemed quite lively inside.

The Voice of the Night landed at the door of the bar. Vincent jumped out of the cockpit and just as he opened the door, he saw the twins flying towards him.

"Brother~We miss you so much~"

Vincent dodged their hug by moving sideways.

No wonder it was so lively, it turns out everyone was holding a celebration party.

"Where's Uncle Arthur?"

"Dad is still at the Ministry. It would be troublesome if he came along."

After all, Arthur was the director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Whether it was to avoid suspicion or to prevent his whereabouts from being exposed, it was right for him not to come along.

Vincent found Dumbledore at the bar. He was not in a hurry to find out about the situation in Azkaban and walked quickly to the table.

Pandora is quite energy-intensive to use, and I get hungry as soon as I relax a little.

"Here--" Hermione handed over a large plate filled to the brim.

Vincent held the plate in his right hand and the fork in his left hand and started eating with relish.

When he was almost done eating, he began to slow down, "When did you guys come here?"

"Not long after the call ended, Fudge wanted to continue the blockade of the Ministry of Magic, but Sirius had a big argument with him and he reluctantly lifted the blockade."

Vincent came out of the secret passage openly, so there was no point in sealing off the Ministry of Magic.

Seeing him put down his fork, Hermione very considerately handed him the napkin, "What are your plans next?"

Vincent wiped the corner of his mouth silently. He was very familiar with the look in her eyes now. It was a look that was desperate, full of determination and persistence.

“I’m going to Germany.”

Hermione showed an expression of "as expected", and a trace of sadness flashed across her face, "Is there really no way to save it?"

Vincent reached out and touched her furry head. "It's only a matter of time. Besides, it's not like I won't be back."

Hermione let him stroke her head gently, "Then I..."

"You stay here." Vincent's movements became more gentle. "I am now the most wanted dark wizard in the Ministry of Magic. If we are together, there is really no way to save it."

Hermione suddenly grabbed his hand forcefully, "I won't break up with you. You know I don't care what others think."

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