Chapter 1180 If Dumbledore were here...

As soon as Vincent appeared, more than a dozen people wearing the same white cloaks and white masks suddenly appeared in the hall.

The projection screen in the hall was still playing a clip of the Berlin incident. The blue-glowing Dominator pistols they held in their hands were obviously the same model as the ones in the picture, and all the wizards did not dare to act rashly.

It would certainly be more than enough to destroy half a factory or a church that sank to the bottom of the river in one fell swoop.

"Wayne!" Fudge shouted excitedly, "Guards! Start the guards!"

The Italian Minister of Magic also wanted to activate the gargoyle guards outside, but as soon as he drew his wand, a gun emitting a faint blue light was pointed at his forehead.

Vincent raised his hand to signal the old man to put down the gun, "Everyone, I mean no harm."

Under the gaze of countless eyes, he walked slowly to the center of the hall.

"I'm here to clarify something."

He looked at Berg, who had a gloomy face. "I did what happened to Extag, but—"

He turned to look at Fudge, whose face was a little grim. "But I didn't do what happened in Azkaban. There's no reason for me to save a bunch of lunatics."

"Nonsense!" Fudge's eyes widened. "You've colluded with the Dementors! If they hadn't left, those Death Eaters would never have been able to escape Azkaban!"

Vincent looked at him with disdain. "The British Ministry of Magic under your leadership is truly incompetent. A wizard prison that holds countless serious criminals is actually guarded entirely by Dementors."

Fudge's face turned pale, and he wanted to refute but couldn't find a suitable reason.

"Mr. Wayne—" Berg's face was tense, as gloomy as a storm about to break out. "Your clarification is useless. Putting aside the Eckstag incident, the Berlin incident was caused by you."

Vincent nodded calmly, "It was indeed me who caused it, but I have already surrendered myself to the German Muggle government and compensated for all the financial losses."

Berg gritted his teeth.

No wonder his suggestion to the President to issue a wanted order in the Muggle world was rejected with a firm attitude. It turned out that the conditions had been negotiated privately.

Thinking of the large number of monitored subjects who disappeared after the Berlin incident, he couldn't help but glare at the white figure in the hall.

Beneath those expressionless white masks were definitely the faces of the witch party elders that Vincent rescued from Extag.

Vincent turned around and looked at Akinbade behind him. "I'm done, Mr. Acting President, you may initiate the vote."

Akinbade's deep wrinkles were as sharp as knives, and his eyes revealed a strong murderous intent.

The last wizard who dared to publicly challenge the authority of the International Confederation of Wizards was Grindelwald, whose influence spans the globe.

"Mr. Wayne, you really don't take the Federation seriously."

Vincent's lips curled up slightly. "Why should I care about an organization that can appoint and dismiss its president with just a little bit of intrigue?"

His words were full of sarcasm and contempt, and representatives of magical governments from various countries felt uncomfortable listening to them.

Especially Fudge, he got furious on the spot, "Wayne! What on earth do you mean!"

Vincent glanced sideways and said, "Cornelly Fudge, you are hypocritical to the extreme. You dare not admit it. I despise you."

"Enough!" Akinbade shouted, "Mr. Wayne, the Federation has its own rules and regulations. You may not agree with them, but you must respect them."

"Huh..." Vincent sneered, "When rules and regulations become tools for fighting for power, they are not worthy of respect from anyone."

Fudge pushed hard for the election, but didn’t Akinbade have any idea about the position of president?

Faced with Vincent's blunt accusation, Akinbade had no other response except a gloomy look.

Everyone fell silent, and the hall fell into deathly silence.

If Dumbledore were present, would a good meeting turn into a joke?

Fudge could feel their burning gazes, but he didn't feel guilty at all. "You're spreading rumors to confuse the public! Vincent Wayne, you're just a wanted criminal. You have no right to comment on the Federation!"

More than a dozen gun barrels emitting faint blue light were instantly pointed at him, as if they were ready to shoot out deadly beams that could destroy half of the factory at any time.

Fudge subconsciously shrank his neck, but quickly straightened up again.

The hall is full of representatives from the magical governments of various countries. If anyone dares to attack them, it would be tantamount to offending the global magical community.

Faced with Fudge's confidence, Vincent didn't even bother to look over.

"How sad that the most powerful wizard in the world was brought down by such a clown."

The sound is not loud, but it can be clearly heard by everyone.

No matter how capable Fudge is, he is just the British Minister of Magic.

Before he was born, Dumbledore was already famous around the world.

One is a politician who only knows how to flatter himself and is like a clown.

The other is a hero who is well-known and has saved the wizarding world many times.

As long as one has eyes and ears, one can understand that there is something fishy about Dumbledore's appointment and dismissal.

Vincent suddenly sighed, "You're just as pathetic. You still need a wanted criminal like me to remind you of something so obvious."

Many representatives of the magical government felt ashamed, especially those who had a good relationship with Dumbledore.

Rita, who secretly started the live broadcast, was ecstatic.

Her expectations were not disappointed. This was big news, shocking news.

More than half a century later, a wizard finally appeared who shook the global magical world.

Just as she was excitedly guessing what would happen next, the light in the hall suddenly dimmed.

Outside the stained-glass window at my feet, there seemed to be something blocking the light.

"Everyone—" Vincent snapped his fingers, revealing Voice of the Night in submarine form. "I've clarified everything I need to clarify, and said everything I need to say. I won't interrupt your meeting anymore."

"Wait!" The murderous look in Akinbad's eyes had mostly disappeared, but his expression was still very ugly.

"Mr. Wayne, you've caused such a stir, isn't it inappropriate to just leave like this?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows, a playful arc formed at the corner of his mouth, and his blue eyes flashed with a playful smile. "What else? Mr. Acting President, do you want to turn this place into a battlefield?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the muzzles of guns emitting a faint blue light were all pointed at Akinbad.

The expressions of the representatives from various countries changed drastically. The church was located at the bottom of the Grand Canal in Venice. Who knew whether Vincent would be as unscrupulous as he was in the Berlin incident.

Even if they were sure they could capture him immediately, they didn't dare to risk exposing their magic.

If Dumbledore had been here...

Countless fiery gazes were once again focused on Fudge.

It's all this bastard's fault!

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