Chapter 1152 Amina Ibn Hakim

Vincent did not hide his identity. He wandered around the black market like an ordinary tourist. He would stop to look at something he was interested in, and would buy it without hesitation if the price was right. Otherwise, he would turn around and leave.

Gradually, more and more stall owners and black market traders recognized him, and the news quickly spread throughout the black market and reached Amina.

Unlike the nervous maid, her eyebrows were raised high and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, as if she was expecting something.

Vincent didn't let her wait too long, mainly because the stall owners and black market traders knew of his arrival and were afraid of accidentally offending him.

He stood in front of the replica gate of Nurmengard Fortress and glanced overhead casually.

There is no slogan "For the greater good". If the intention is to keep a low profile, why imitate Nurmengard?

Vincent knocked on the door gently, and the maid who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly opened the door.

"Hello, respected Mr. Wayne."

Vincent stepped into the fortress and glanced at the magnificent entrance hall. "Hello, I'm here to visit Ms. Hakim. Is she here?"

The maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stopped stuttering. "Master Hakim is upstairs. Please follow me."

The stair steps are made of whole pieces of pyramid stones, and stepping on them gives you an inexplicable feeling of unreality.

The maid took Vincent to the top floor, where, like the real Nurmengard, there was also a gorgeous and elegant study.

Amina was sitting at a desk by the window, her narrow, beautiful eyes fixed on Vincent's face.

"We meet at last, heir of the Prophet Grindelwald."

Vincent walked to the desk with an expressionless face, "I don't like this name, Ms. Hakim."

Amina's narrow eyes curved into two beautiful crescents, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised revealed a cunning look. "How rude! What should I call you? The Dark Lord of the New Era?"

Vincent smiled without saying anything and turned to look at the chair placed beside him.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, sending a chair flying towards him.

Amina's eyes were filled with curiosity. "Dark Lord, would you like something to drink?"

"Black tea." Vincent sat steadily and solemnly, neither frivolous nor wild, with an inner sense of majesty.

Amina was a little dazed and told her maid to prepare.

Then she stared straight into Vincent's azure eyes and asked, "Dark Lord, you don't seem to agree with the ideas of the Witch Party?"

"It's not that I disagree." A hint of desolation flashed across Vincent's eyes. "It's just that times have changed and opinions have changed."

Amina became even more curious. "Then what was your purpose in rescuing those old men? They've been abandoned by time, and the help they can provide you is extremely limited."

Vincent shook his head and jokingly said, "Ms. Hakim, it seems you don't quite agree with the UMNO's ideology either."

"Yes."

Amina's decisive admission did not surprise him at all. "I don't like to use people as tools. They were willing to be imprisoned for half a century for their ideals. They deserve respect."

Amina put away her smile and said, "Ideal... Is this why you rescued them?"

"That's right." Vincent took the tea handed to him by the maid with both hands, "Thank you -

Now they all have a new purpose, Ms. Hakim.”

Amina's narrow and beautiful eyes focused on his confident face again.

Some people are born with a unique temperament, such as Grindelwald and Vincent in front of her.

"Goal? Isn't it a new ideal?"

Vincent took a sip of his tea and said, "The ideal is out of reach, but the goal is within reach."

Amina smiled again. "Your Excellency, the Dark Lord, you are very good at speaking. I'm sure you are also very popular, right?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly, "There are more people who hate me now."

She covered her mouth and laughed.

Although it was only a brief contact, she seemed to have a very good impression of Vincent.

Polite, confident, calm, and humorous.

Amina's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Your Excellency the Dark Lord, it's time for us to get down to business."

She turned and motioned for the maid to leave, then looked at Vincent with a scrutinizing gaze. "I roughly understand why that old ghost Victor follows you so wholeheartedly, but I'm different from him. As long as the status quo can be maintained, I'm satisfied."

Vincent met her eyes directly. "I know someone who feels the same way as you do. He's trapped in the past. Ms. Hakim, would you like to know what's going on with him?"

Amina frowned slightly, as if she remembered something unpleasant.

Seeing this, Vincent spoke to himself, "He has the ability, the ideas, and countless opportunities. His deep understanding of the dark side of human nature makes him extremely afraid of change, but deep down he has always longed for change."

Amina's frown deepened.

"Ms. Hakim, I think you two are very similar in some ways. You are also eager for change, right?"

The corners of her mouth drooped, revealing a hint of sadness. "The person you are talking about is Albus Dumbledore, right?"

Vincent didn't respond, which was considered as his consent.

Amina relaxed her frown. "It's incredible that the most powerful wizard in the world would be afraid..."

She looked at the steaming black tea in front of her, put a delicate little silver spoon in and stirred it slowly. "Your Excellency the Dark Lord, what kind of change can you bring to me?"

Vincent's eyes drifted to the window, "A lot, how about you not having to hide anymore?"

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Amina's slender fingers paused. "That's a very tempting suggestion."

Vincent turned to look at her, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a bit of weirdness, "There is no need to hide anymore in the true sense."

With a "ding" sound, the delicate little silver spoon in Amina's hand knocked against the inner wall of the teacup in panic.

She opened her mouth slightly with an incredible expression, "Your purpose, is it..."

"The existence of magic is public." Vincent took a sip of his tea. "Ms. Hakim, the world is about to undergo tremendous changes. Your wish to maintain the status quo is doomed to fail."

Amina's hands trembled unconsciously, and she seemed to have gone back more than half a century, to the day when Grindelwald gave his speech.

He is handsome, powerful, charming and confident, which makes people fall in love with him.

She suddenly woke up, and the admiration in her eyes gradually faded. "Your Excellency the Dark Lord, did we have no choice from the beginning?"

Just like the out-of-touch old UMNO bosses, the UMNO branches simply cannot remain immune. Vincent is already tied to them, and any of his actions will affect them.

Vincent neither admitted nor denied it, but just looked into her eyes quietly.

Amina chuckled from the bottom of her heart. Her smile was dreamy and seemed to come from the distant past. "You really did not disappoint me, Vincent Wayne."

She didn't use the title "Your Excellency the Dark Lord", which made Vincent make a bold guess in an instant.

Could it be that the veteran fan girl in front of him has changed her idol?

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