Chapter 1147: The leaders of the Wuzui Party

The Death Eaters were mainly active in the British Isles. To the wizarding community in other parts of the world, the events in Azkaban were not considered serious.

But the Wizarding Party is different. Their branches are spread all over the world, and in the past half century, only the Magical Congress of the United States a few years ago "truly" wiped out one branch.

Following the British Ministry of Magic, the German Ministry of Magic became the second magical government to officially issue a wanted notice for Vincent.

North Africa,

Alexandria, Egypt.

In the eyes of Muggles, the west side of the port is covered by salty and humid sea fog that lingers all year round, but in fact it is a large-scale confusion spell set up by black market traders.

This spell targets not only Muggles but wizards as well, and anyone who enters the fog without a special compass will go round in circles.

The truth hidden in this fog is a black market area that stretches for three kilometers and even the local Ministry of Magic can only choose to turn a blind eye to it.

There are no laws here, but the most basic rules of business must be followed, namely that all transactions are completely voluntary, no theft, and no inquiries into one's true identity.

In addition, even black-on-black robbing is allowed.

Managing the black market - a more appropriate word would be operating it. Amina ibn Hakim, who runs the black market, is ostensibly an antique dealer in Cairo, but secretly the head of the African branch of the Uzbek Party.

She joined the Wiccan Party when she was very young, but Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore within two years of joining. Half a century later, she grew from a little girl to an underground queen who ran the black market.

The black market is located underground and was converted from the Ptolemaic pharaoh's sewers.

A talking bronze scale hangs from the entrance arch, whispering to every wizard who passes: He who trades secrets shall have his soul weighed.

The shops and stalls here are all strangely suspended, and even people are walking on the ceiling in defiance of gravity.

From a distance, the entire black market looks like an upside-down harbor.

But at the end of the black market stands a fortress, a fortress modeled after Nurmengard.

It was built from stolen stones from the Pyramids of Giza, and there was no slogan "For the Greater Good" above its gate.

The real Nurmengard is already in ruins, but this place can be described as magnificent.

The magnificent entrance hall is filled with artifacts unearthed in Egypt, including the pharaoh's sarcophagus, golden mask, meteorite dagger, and statue of Anubis.

Go up the stairs made of huge stones from the pyramid to the second top floor, where there is a sandstone door carved with the sun god Ra. Behind the door is the ruins of the beauty bath of Cleopatra VII, also known as Cleopatra.

The main body of the bathroom is in the shape of an octagonal star, with eight corners extending towards the functional pool area. The walls and floors are pieced together with crushed carnelian to form ancient runes emitting soft blue light.

In the middle of the bathroom is a main bathtub with a diameter of 30 meters. Next to it is alabaster table where Cleopatra once placed ointments. There are several bottles of rose water and some wizard newspapers that have just been delivered by owls.

At first glance, the newspapers were all in German. The most eye-catching front page of the Double-Headed Eagle Gazette was a dynamic photo, a dynamic photo of Vincent using the double snake staff to instantly seize 10 wands from the Aurors at a hearing at the British Ministry of Magic.

The headline of this newspaper was particularly sensational: "The Birth of the New Era Dark Lord!?"

In the mist-filled main bathtub, a graceful figure slowly stood up.

She stepped out of the bath, her wet hair cascading down her shoulders, and picked up the Double-Headed Eagle Gazette from the alabaster table.

Drops of water slid down the perfect lines of her face and dripped onto the big question mark in the newspaper headline.

"Interesting, it only took one night to rescue them all..."

Her voice was lazy yet elegant. After reading the text, her narrow and beautiful eyes were fixed on the dynamic photo.

Her eyes were a little blurry, as if she was missing something.

"Master Hakim—"

The maid's voice came from outside the bathroom.

Amina put down the newspaper expectantly. "What's going on?"

"Your magic communicator is ringing."

Amina snapped her fingers softly, "Who is it?"

"Sheng Bai."

She opened her slender white arms, letting the coral fleece bathrobe that flew over automatically cover her graceful figure. "Come in."

The maid was a girl of about 15 or 6. She kept her head down the entire time and carefully handed a jewel-encrusted magic communicator to Amina.

"Go out."

"Yes, Lord Hakim."

Amina put up her wet long hair and connected the video call.

The projection screen showed an antique tea house, with a middle-aged man in a black Tang suit in the center of the picture.

When he saw Amina, his slightly furrowed brows furrowed even more tightly. "Hakim, have you read today's newspaper?"

Amina glanced at the newspaper she had put down earlier and said, "I just read it. What's the matter?"

Bai Sheng was silent for a moment, his expression becoming extremely serious, "We are in big trouble."

"Heh—" Amina chuckled. "Hasn't this been how we've been getting through all these years? You have the University of Tokyo behind you, so what are you afraid of?"

Bai Sheng rubbed his brows lightly, "That's not the problem. You know why those magical governments can always tolerate our existence. I'm worried about what will happen after the balance is broken."

Any organization needs a leader, especially a transnational organization like the UMNO.

Half a century has passed, and now the heads of the various branches of the UMNO are operating independently, making it difficult to maintain a unified opinion.

Without a leader like Grindelwald, no matter how much trouble the Witch Party causes, it cannot threaten the rule of the local magical government.

But after what happened last night, everything changed.

Vincent sneaked into the Extag Prison in the German magic world and rescued all the imprisoned witch elders. The outside world still did not know his true purpose, but the current branch heads knew more or less about it through Victor.

Although not entirely, Vincent undoubtedly shares Grindelwald's intention to overthrow the existing magical social system.

Now he has been wanted by the magical governments of two countries. Other magical governments will definitely keep a close eye on his movements. Once he makes any extraordinary moves again, the situation of the Wizarding Party will definitely be more serious than before.

As the head of the African branch, Amina naturally knew what Bai Sheng was worried about.

She placed the magic communicator on the alabaster table and sat gracefully on the edge of the bathtub. "Haven't we been waiting for so many years, just for the person who dares to break the balance to appear?"

Her slender fingers unscrewed the cap of a bottle of rose water and poured a little into her palm. "Vincent Wayne is recognized by the Prophet Grindelwald. You mean to say he doesn't have the qualifications?"

Bai Sheng on the projection screen shook his head and nodded. "After all, he's just a kid under 20. We have a saying in the East: 'A young man without hair on his lips is not sure about his work.' It means that young people's lack of experience can easily lead to insecure actions."

Amina spread the rose water evenly on her palm and gently patted it on her light brown face. "After all this talk, you actually want to test his ability, right?"

Bai Sheng, whose thoughts were exposed, reacted calmly, as if he was used to it. "That's right, Hakim, I hope you can test him properly too."

"Just a test?" Amina paused, gazing at him with interest, as if she could see through the projection screen. "Are you sure you won't deliberately embarrass him?"

The corner of Bai Sheng's mouth twitched. "I have something else to do. I'll hang up first."

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