Chapter 1144: The Replica of the Elder Wand

If possible, Vincent certainly didn't want to reveal his identity.

But now that it has been seen, there is no need to hide it any longer.

The sound of the night deactivating the cloaking function suddenly made Mueller realize that this was actually a vehicle that looked like a Muggle fighter.

The identity of that young man is about to be revealed. He is Vincent Wayne, the dark wizard who has just been wanted by the British Ministry of Magic.

Although the sound of the night blocked his vision, Muller was absolutely sure that it was him.

First, he ordered the Dementors to leave Azkaban in the UK, causing the imprisoned Death Eaters to escape collectively. Then he quietly came to Germany, disguised as Helmut Schmidt, and was deliberately captured again, attempting to escape from prison with the Witch Party again.

Be it the British Death Eaters or the German Witch Party, they are all extremely vicious criminals. Letting even one of them escape will cause turmoil in the wizarding world.

Mueller held his wand tightly, his eyes fixed on the two engines at the tail of the Night Voice.

Muggle vehicles are incredibly complex, but without their power source, they're nothing more than scrap metal.

"Split into pieces!"

His spells were resisted and dissipated as usual, but he was not discouraged at all, and he ignored the half of the giant gear arch that was crumbling above his head, and continued to chant spells continuously.

And his actions successfully attracted Vincent's attention.

Do you want the Voice of the Night to lose power and fall into the abyss?

There was a hint of evil in Vincent's smile, a confident smile that made people want to get closer.

He took off his mithril robe and reshaped it into a grappling gun.

The old men of the Witch Party all looked horrified. Without a magic wand, he only relied on a grappling gun to fly straight towards the Voice of the Night.

Hearing the sound, Mueller turned around suddenly and waved his wand to continue casting the splitting spell.

Vincent turned slightly to the side, "Using the Splitting Spell on the human body?"

He leaped back, dodging another disintegration spell.

Muller was about to cast the third spell when Vincent suddenly pounced on him.

After a muffled sound, Muller bent over in pain.

Vincent twisted his arm and quickly snatched his wand away. "Such dangerous magic, and your German Ministry of Magic doesn't even prohibit its use on the human body."

"Captain Muller!" Four wizards jumped onto the Voice of the Night at the same time.

Vincent waved his wand to block the oncoming spell.

He raised his wand, his eyes fixed on the knots formed by natural growth. "Elder?"

It is said that the German wandmaker Gregorovitch attempted to replicate the powers of the Elder Wand after obtaining it, and this elder wand is believed to be one of his many imitations.

Vincent looked at the distorted light blue magic barrier in front of him and said, "I see. It is indeed not easy to control."

Elderberry symbolizes death and rebirth. After the old elderberry tree dies, new branches will grow from the knots.

It's really dramatic to get a wand like this at this time.

The intriguing smile on Vincent's face suddenly disappeared, and without warning, he raised his leg and kicked hard behind him.

Muller, who wanted to launch a sneak attack, was hit in the stomach again. He felt his stomach churning and fell to his knees in pain.

"team leader!"

Vincent waved his wand to reinforce the magic barrier in front of him. Just as he was about to launch an attack, the half of the crumbling giant gear arch suddenly smashed down.

Mueller's face was distorted with pain, but the corners of his mouth rose sharply.

Rather than letting this damn witch party bring disaster to the world, it would be better to be smashed into meat patties together with them.

At this moment, he seemed to feel no pain.

However, his wish did not come true. Vincent first cast a deceleration spell to greatly reduce the falling speed of half of the giant gear arch, then used transfiguration to reduce it to one tenth of its original size, and finally cast a levitation spell to successfully lift it, which originally weighed hundreds of tons.

If the Voice of the Night was not still slowly rising, it would be hard to believe his smooth series of spellcasting processes.

After all, he was a dark wizard who could "escape" from the layers of blockades of the British Ministry of Magic. Muller, who remained kneeling, had a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

Having lost his wand and suffered two heavy blows to the abdomen, the most vulnerable part of the human body, he was able to stay conscious only because of his strong will.

The pain returned, and he tried to open his eyes wide, trying to remember Vincent's back firmly in his mind.

However, something happened again that overturned his cognition.

Vincent simply waved his wand, and all four of his companions fell down.

"Back to you."

Muller lowered his head in a daze, looking at the wand thrown in front of him.

This is an opportunity. If we seize it, we may be able to prevent the Wukhoznadzor from leaving.

Before he could put his thoughts into action, the sound of the night suddenly stopped rising.

Vincent ignored his existence and rescued the last two old Witch Party members in front of him.

"Ahhh!" Muller exploded at this moment. He grabbed his wand and roared out a spell.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Vincent shook his head regretfully and continued to open the second iron cage.

Muller's crushing spell failed to be successfully cast.

He shook the wand in his hand heavily, "Falling unconscious! Encountered many obstacles! All petrified! Broken into pieces..."

He chanted a series of spells but not a single one of them worked.

"Why..." Mueller knelt helplessly, "Why at this critical moment..."

After rescuing Hornleben and Gretelson, Vincent simply said, "Because I defeated you. Gregorovitch truly is a master wandmaker. Although he failed to replicate the Elder Wand's power, he did replicate its character."

Among all the wands, only the Elder Wand is the least empathetic, the coldest and cruelest, and the least loyal. Muller, who was defeated by Vincent, is no longer the owner of the wand.

From Muller's helpless expression, it can be seen that he had never been defeated before. This is related to the relative peace in the German wizarding world, and this peace is built under the shadow of Grindelwald and the Witch Party.

Vincent didn't explain too much to Hornliben and Gretson. He just warned them that if they moved carelessly they would fall, and then he controlled the Voice of the Night to rise faster.

The current Extag only has half a door, and is no longer the dark hell that Helmut described.

When the voices of the night returned to the surface, the 41 elders of the Wu Cui Party finally breathed the fresh air outside after half a century.

Vincent looked at the four wizards and Mueller lying on the fuselage and said, "I'm very sorry, your journey is over."

He raised his grappling gun and shot a web of mithril threads toward the woods below.

Mueller could only watch him throw his companions down.

"Wayne..."

"Goodbye."

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