Chapter 1150 You don’t want me to come to France to find you, right?

Disguiser, Defender, and Dominator are the three-piece set of general equipment designed by Vincent for the Order.

With a white mask, white robe and white pistol, you can tell at a glance that this is not an evil organization.

Hermione made a lot of suggestions on details. The material of the clothes should be light and comfortable, the tailoring should be sharp, and straight lines should be used as the main cut, with less curved or rounded lines.

For example, use sharp cutting lines on the shoulder line, neckline, armhole and other parts to enhance the toughness of the clothing.

Vincent drew several drafts according to her suggestions, but she was never satisfied and always felt that something was missing.

After a few more drafts, Hermione finally discovered what was missing.

In some ways, Vincent is actually quite pragmatic.

His designs are often very simple and efficient. There is no problem with a pure white disguiser. The white mask itself has a strong visual impact and can arouse others' curiosity and speculation about the wearer's identity or purpose, especially in a dimly lit environment, it is easier to create a mysterious atmosphere.

When it comes to clothes, things are a little different. Robes are undoubtedly the most familiar and practical clothing for wizards. Since the Order of the Past wants to deny the old magical social system, the design of clothing must of course be innovative.

The three-piece set of general equipment includes a Dominator pistol. The wide sleeves and hem will seriously hinder combat, but the hood used to cover the head can be retained.

Hermione quickly came up with an immature plan. "Leave the costume design to me. I don't know much about firearms, but I think it would be best to distinguish them from Muggle firearms."

Vincent nodded. "Okay, we still have a month. Make sure you get enough rest and don't get too tired."

Hermione suddenly frowned and stared into his eyes, keenly aware of his hidden fatigue. "Compared to me, you should pay more attention to rest."

Vincent looked away guiltily and quickly changed the subject. "By the way, how's the situation over there? The German Ministry of Magic has listed me as the number one threat. Fudge must be laughing in his dreams lately."

Speaking of this, Hermione became even angrier. "The Azkaban incident has been completely pinned on you. The Daily Prophet is now reporting negative news about you every day. As an official media outlet, they actually fabricated facts. It's rotten!"

The originally skeptical attitude of the British wizarding community completely changed after the Eckerstag incident, and now the majority of people believe that Vincent released the Death Eaters.

Vincent smiled and said it was okay, he had expected it.

"What about Professor Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix? How are they doing?"

Hermione took a deep breath, her expression softening slightly. "Right now, the British Ministry of Magic has its full attention focused on you. However, they're still unwilling to eliminate Professor Dumbledore's suspicion. I guess they're planning to issue a new decree targeting the professor."

Dumbledore is still the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Fudge will definitely find a way to remove him from his position.

The new decree is probably related to education, and it is a rather disgusting decree, intended to disgust Dumbledore and drive him away.

For some reason, Vincent's mind popped up the image of Umbridge's big toad-like face.

As long as she stood in the auditorium, all the teachers and students in the school would be disgusted by her.

Vincent shuddered inexplicably. This year's new semester was not peaceful either.

"The castle still recognizes my position as chairman of the board of directors. It seems Fudge is completely at his wit's end, which is why he resorted to such unseemly tactics."

Hermione couldn't agree more with him.

For someone like Fudge who was blinded by the desire for power, he would not feel at ease unless Dumbledore was completely sidelined.

"I should get back to work." Vincent picked up the Dominator's blueprint and shook it. "You must remember to rest and don't overwork yourself."

Hermione frowned again. "I should be the one telling you this. You don't want me to come all the way to France to find you, do you?"

Vincent raised his hands in surrender. "No, if I'm discovered, how can I expect you to grant me a pardon when you become the Minister of Magic?"

Hermione was amused by him. "As expected of the Dark Lord of the new era, you've already arranged my future so quickly?"

"Of course." Vincent looked at her lovingly on the projection screen, "My Lord Minister."

Hermione was at a loss and gently fanned her face which had instantly become hot with her small hands. "What do you mean by yours? I didn't agree to it..."

She bit her lip shyly, and suddenly a sweet smile appeared on her face. "Anyway, you must eat well every day, go to bed on time, and rest when you are tired. I'm doing well here in the UK, don't worry about me."

Vincent nodded slowly, "Okay, I'll take note."

After hanging up the phone, his gentle eyes gradually became firm.

Since his girlfriend asked him to have a good rest, let's just leave it at that for today.

Vincent left the workshop and returned to the hotel for a nice lunch.

Then he drove the Sound of the Night out for a ride, stepped on the accelerator, and was stuck in traffic for a full 10 minutes.

Paris in July was full of tourists, with only a few streets like Saint-Jacques Street relatively quiet.

What's the harm in driving a Bugatti? Traffic jams are still inevitable.

I stepped on the accelerator again and the traffic police came.

Vincent glanced at the rearview mirror and decisively chose to drive onto the highway.

After a thrilling chase, he was obviously more relaxed.

The Paris police continued to pursue the suspect and even dispatched a helicopter.

The Voice in the Night entered a dead end, and several police cars rushed to block the exit.

The police officers got out of the car as if relieved. One of the police inspectors stood at the front with a megaphone in hand, "You are surrounded. Get out of the car and raise your hands in surrender!"

Vincent on the opposite street turned and walked into a cafe. Romantic and fashionable Paris might have another ghost story.

Events developed just as he expected. The Paris police cordoned off the area and reporters arrived soon after.

Vincent drank his coffee leisurely, seeming very satisfied with the result.

The systematic persecution of wizards by Muggles in the Middle Ages stemmed from fear, and that fear came from the unknown, not magic itself.

Although the Muggle ideology of this era has made a lot of progress, if the existence of wizards and magic is rashly disclosed, the Muggles' subconscious rejection will definitely trigger a new round of "resource competition panic."

Wizards can quickly obtain massive resources through magic, and the productivity of Muggles based on numbers will become useless, especially in the fields of medicine and environmental protection.

Vincent needs to face this contradiction. Magic will not replace technology, just as wizards will not replace Muggles. If the two sides coexist peacefully and develop together, human society will surely usher in a brighter future.

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