The fighter-form La Voiture Noire had a spacious cockpit, easily large enough to hold three adults.
Vincent had originally only planned to bring Harry and make Dumbledore figure out his own way to Austria, but the shameless old bastard had squeezed his way aboard anyway.
"Professor, Harry, hold tight. We're leaving."
La Voiture Noire did not activate stealth mode. In the blink of an eye, it appeared above the North Sea.
A faint ripple crossed Dumbledore's calm face. He had not expected La Voiture Noire to be so terrifyingly fast, nor had he expected Vincent to be so bold.
They crossed the North Sea at over Mach 10, then flew openly over Berlin without slowing down at any point or making any attempt to conceal themselves.
Harry cautiously glanced outside the cockpit. "Vincent, I think Muggles saw us."
"Don't worry, Harry." Vincent smiled at him. "Someone will smooth everything over for us."
Unlike the doubtful Harry, Dumbledore seemed utterly unconcerned, as though he knew Vincent was deliberately violating the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.
The "thrilling" journey lasted only a little over twenty minutes before La Voiture Noire slowly landed amid Austria's mountains.
Through the cockpit glass, Harry stared at the fortress before him in stunned disbelief.
What shocked him was not the fortress's seemingly dilapidated state, but the words above its gates: For the Greater Good.
Like most students, he had often zoned out in History of Magic, but those words felt incredibly familiar. They had been the slogan of the Wizards' Purity Party, which had once swept across the world and had still not been completely eradicated.
Harry's heart pounded violently. The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald... so that was who he was. No wonder Dumbledore had been too embarrassed to ask him for help.
Then what was