Chapter 1156 Erich von Grunewald
The Muggle Army Specialized Task Force for Magical Affairs, or MAST-MA for short, is a special force within the Army that deals with magical affairs.
The special force is directly led by Hunter, who is responsible for military command, personnel screening and confidentiality.
Because Vincent was a civilian, regulations limited him to serving as a tactical advisor on non-core military activities, but he was given the responsibility of customizing equipment, training programs, and providing ongoing support and advice.
After deciding the responsibilities of the two, Hunter came to the wine rack again in a depressed mood, "If I ever end up in a military court, remember to come and bail me out."
Vincent glanced at the empty wine bottle in front of him and said, "Uncle Hunter, even if you can't trust me, you should at least trust my dad, right?"
Hunter laughed dryly. "I've accepted my fate. Nothing good will come of running into you, Wayne and your son."
Vincent blinked his eyes and said, "How could that be? If the troops you lead can play their due role, the Queen will personally award you the Victoria Cross."
"Victoria Cross..." Hunter murmured softly, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.
He chose a bottle of Glenfiddich whisky from the Speyside region of the Scottish Highlands.
As a single malt Scotch whisky, Glenfiddich whisky exudes a hint of fresh pear aroma.
After taking a sip, Hunter put down the crystal wine glass and said, "By the way, aren't you wanted by the British Ministry of Magic now? What are your plans for the training?"
Vincent took out a thick tome from Flamel's ring and said, "Don't worry, we haven't chosen the person yet. Let's take a look at the book first."
"Book?" Hunter was no longer as surprised as before. He looked at the book, which was much thicker than a brick, in confusion. "A History of Magic - by Bathilda Bagshot?"
Vincent pushed the book in front of him. "Our school's standard history textbook records in detail the development of magical civilization before the 19th century. It can answer most of your questions."
Read a book, especially such a big one.
Hunter twitched his lips. "What about equipment? You're Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, so you should be able to create a weapon that can kill with one strike, right?"
Vincent thought for a moment and took out the prototype Dominator pistol. "Use this as a model, but I will only provide non-lethal weapons."
The Dominator is not only for wizards. Even Muggles can use it as long as they can find an energy source that can replace magic, such as electricity.
The original intention of MAST-MA was to deal with magical matters, not to focus on killing, so the nature of being equipped with lethal weapons is different.
Hunter seemed to have something to say, but he ultimately kept silent.
Vincent is a wizard after all. Helping Muggles to set up a special force has clearly crossed the line. If he also provides lethal weapons, he will be a complete wizard traitor.
Moreover, there is the International Law of Secrecy. Once the matter is exposed, he will become the enemy of all wizards.
"Stop talking about this." Hunter raised his glass high. "Come on, drink!"
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At noon the next day, Vincent, who was lying on the bar, woke up dizzy.
He looked at Hunter who was still sleeping beside him and took out two bottles of hangover remedies from Flamel's ring.
One bottle for himself and one for Henry.
Vincent checked the time, wrote the note and quietly left the room.
Although the establishment of MAST-MA was an accident, he had actually considered the possibility of cooperation between wizards and Muggles a long time ago.
Britain is now shrouded in a huge haze. The wizarding world is unable to take care of itself, and the Muggles can only rely on themselves.
Vincent drove the Night Sound out of the Ryan Hotel, found a random restaurant for lunch, and then continued driving to Newgate Monastery, a relatively secluded monastery in the Christian district.
Erich von Grunewald, head of the Wiccan Party's Middle East branch, is of German-Arab descent, or more precisely, of German-Muggle and Arab wizard descent.
His father, Grunewald Sr., was a veteran of World War I. At that time, the fighting in the Middle East was not only about territorial disputes, but also about the control of oil resources and future geopolitical layout.
After being sent to the Middle East, old Grunewald met an Arab witch by chance. Finally, tired of war, old Grunewald decided to fake his death and stay in the Middle East.
When Erich was young, World War II broke out. The high war reparations from the Treaty of Versailles gave birth to the mustache. Although the Middle East was not the main battlefield, it was also the hub of the strategic struggle between the Allies and the Axis powers.
The war was ignited again, and at this moment, Grindelwald arrived.
Having witnessed the cruelty of the Muggle War, Erich decided to join the Wiccan Party for the sake of peace. It can be said that he built the Middle East branch brick by brick.
After Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he did not lose heart, but continued to secretly operate the Middle East branch.
As for whether his ideals still exist, that needs to be confirmed.
Vincent walked into the New Gate Monastery and scanned the confessionals used for confession and soul purification.
His gaze fixed on number 7, where he could vaguely sense a faint magical aura.
He went straight to confessional No. 7, lifted the dark curtain and entered the separate compartment belonging to the believers.
Just as I sat down, a thick and hoarse voice came from the clergy compartment on the other side of the lattice window:
"My dear child, will you confess your sins to me? Rest assured, God has sent me to help you. If you repent, God will forgive you."
Vincent raised his hand and tapped the lattice window. "Mr. Grunewald, should we follow the procedure or just speak directly?"
"Let's go through the process."
Do you have to be so cautious?
Vincent made the sign of the cross on his chest and said, "Father, I have sinned, but I don't know what my sin is. Can you answer my questions?"
After a brief silence, a turbid and hoarse voice came through the lattice window again:
"Everyone is guilty, dear child. Please tell me what you have done and what you want to do. Let's analyze the reasons and find ways to correct them."
Vincent said calmly, "I uncovered a truth and saved a group of criminals who had been imprisoned for half a century. In the future, I will uncover the truth about the world."
There was silence on the other end for a long time, and he waited patiently for a reply.
"In the name of God—" the muddy and hoarse voice seemed to tremble, "child, I declare you not guilty."
An old face suddenly leaned over from the lattice window opposite.
He had a long, silver beard, and his eyes shone like torches. "Heir of the Prophet Grindelwald, what truth do you seek to uncover?"
Vincent's blue eyes showed dissatisfaction.
These Wiccan Party branch leaders are really something, why do they all call themselves the heirs of the prophet Grindelwald as soon as they open their mouths?
He met Erich's brown eyes, which shone in the darkness. "Uncover the deepest truth hidden in the human world."
The wrinkles on Erich's old face trembled as he stared intently at those deep blue eyes that were like a sea of stars. "So that's how it is..."
He ripped off the Deathly Hallows necklace from around his neck and said, "Vincent Wayne, I will be loyal to you."
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