Aiden Selwyn, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort...
There had to be some conspiracy hidden behind this disaster.
Vincent turned his gaze back to Aiden. "Selwyn, it seems you're nothing more than a clown pushed onto the stage."
Aiden tightened his grip on the opal in his palm. Those azure eyes seemed able to see through everything, including the secrets buried deep within him. The feeling was even more terrifying than the mind-reading of Legilimency.
The violent Fiendfyre seemed to have calmed, but it still held him firmly trapped within.
Suddenly, the quiet courtyard was shattered by the explosive cracks of Apparition, one after another. Ministry of Magic employees appeared throughout the courtyard like raindrops.
On the roof, the balconies, the entrance—there were even employees on brooms in the air.
They raised their wands and surrounded Vincent and Aiden layer by layer.
Arthur stood at the front. He looked more exhausted than usual, his brows tightly furrowed, but the hand holding his wand was steady.
Standing beside him was Cedric's father, Amos Diggory. He too had his wand raised, his expression somewhat complicated.
There were also heads from several other departments. Amos was not the only employee from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts, and even the entire Improper Use of Magic Office had been mobilized. The number of employees surrounding the courtyard far exceeded the scale of a normal arrest operation, showing just how seriously Fudge took Vincent.
"Vincent Wayne!" Arthur's voice rang out. "Drop your wand! You're surrounded! Fudge has obtained the Wizengamot's approval. The Ministry of Magic will now use every resource at its disposal to arrest you!"
Vincent did not respond immediately. His gaze slowly swept across the faces surrounding him.
There were too many people. Why were employees from the Department of Magical Games