Erkstag is isolated from the world; there is no concept of time here, only endless physical torment.
Unlike Azkaban, guarded by Dementors, the prisoners in Erkstag are still able to maintain their sanity, and Old Kramer certainly wouldn't easily trust Vincent in front of him.
This young man not only has the ability to unlock the specially made handcuffs and escape the iron cage, but he probably also has the ability to leave Erkstag safely.
Half a century of prison life has made Old Kramer very clear about his own worth, though he is reluctant to admit it, he is now just an old man on his deathbed.
Alchemists with such power have no shortage of Gold Galleons, and their Transfiguration skills, which allow them to perfectly impersonate others, are not lacking in profound magical knowledge.
Old Kramer couldn't understand what the young man in front of him wanted from him.
"Mr. Cramer—" Vincent stomped hard on the iron cage, shifting his weight forward, "You'll know everything once we're safely out of this prison."
He stomped on the iron cage again, and the inertia caused him to sway backward with the cage.
Before Old Kramer could think, he heard a dull thud, Vincent had already jumped onto his iron cage.
Then, with another "click," the lock on the iron cage was opened.
Vincent crouched down, gripping the chain tightly with his left hand and reaching his right hand down to his feet. "Let's go, Mr. Cramer."
Old Kramer swore this was absolutely the strangest thing he had ever encountered in the latter half of his life.
He gritted his teeth, stretched out his already stiff and numb arm, and grasped Vincent's right hand with all his might.
Finally, he left the iron cage that had imprisoned him for half a century.
Despite the excruciating pain all over his body while hanging outside the iron cage, he still smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Whatever the young man's purpose was, as long as he could get away from this hellish place and breathe some fresh air, he would be willing to die right now.
"Hold on tight." Vincent pulled him up forcefully.
Old Kramer stumbled and hurriedly grabbed the iron chain supporting the cage beneath his feet.
Imprisoned for half a century with his knees tucked in, his body aged faster and his muscles atrophied more severely than those of a normal elderly person.
Without Vincent's help, even if these old Wizards' Purity Party managed to leave the iron cage, they wouldn't have been able to escape Erkstag.
"Thank you, young man."
"You're welcome." Vincent pointed to the rows of iron cages in the distance. "Are they all here?"
Old Kramer nodded. "Hohenlieben and Gretason need to go a little higher; this is the lowest level of Erkstag.
Vincent took off his Mithril Robe. "It might be a bit rough."
As soon as he finished speaking, he reshaped his Mithril Robe into a multi-barreled grappling hook gun.
Before Old Kramer could even exclaim in surprise, the hook fired from the grappling gun had successfully snagged an iron cage.
As he watched the iron cage being pulled closer and closer, a bizarre idea suddenly popped into his head.
Vincent was undoubtedly an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel, and his relationship with the prophet Grindelwald may not necessarily be fake.
If it's fake, then it doesn't explain why they would come to rescue them.
The Wizards' Purity Party once used Europe as a springboard to almost rule half the world, but after Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, they were either imprisoned or became subjects of surveillance who lost their freedom.
Even though their combined strength is still considerable, who would risk offending the global Wizarding World to rescue them?
Especially in Germany, the birthplace of the Wizards' Purity Party, except for a few who managed to escape quickly, all those imprisoned in Erkstag were treated like rats in the street.
Old Kramer watched as one iron cage after another was pulled in by the grappling hook, and his already unsettled heart was once again stirred with turmoil.
Vincent's ability to use Transfiguration to impersonate Helmut proves that they must have met before.
Old Kramer trembled uncontrollably.
After half a century of waiting, they have finally ushered in this day.
" For the For the Greater Good— "
It's time for wizards to remember this iconic slogan.
While Old Kramer was brainstorming, Vincent had already brought over all 38 iron cages on this floor.
"Hey! Who are you!"
"Bernd? Why are you standing outside the cage? And why are you standing with him?"
Vincent had no intention of explaining to them; he bound 39 iron chains together with reforged Mithril zip ties, forming a makeshift platform made of iron cages.
He then leaped high into one of the iron cages and stomped his foot to test its sturdiness.
This action terrified everyone, except for Old Kramer, who managed to remain calm.
"Hey! Kid, what exactly are you trying to do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Vincent jumped in front of the frail old man.
The violently shaking iron cage made the old man inside turn green with anger. "Kid, can you be a little gentler?"
Vincent crouched down, startling him so much that he quickly shrank to the other side.
"What... what do you want to do to me?"
"Nothing much." Vincent opened the iron cage and held out his hand to him. "I just want to let you get some fresh air."
The old man in the iron cage silently looked at Old Kramer. "Bernd, is that so?"
Old Kramer's eyes grew brighter. "I believe him, old man."
"Good!"
Vincent pulled the old man onto the iron cage, then squatted down and opened the iron cage next to him.
One iron cage after another was opened, and the makeshift platform made of iron cages was soon filled with people.
Everyone looked at Vincent with a hesitant expression, but he still showed no intention of explaining, simply raising his left hand high.
At the same time, an alarm sounded in the upper storage warehouse of Erkstag.
Vincent's Magical Communicator received the order and melted, turning into liquid Mithril that seeped continuously from the safe.
By the time the jailers arrived, it had already Silencio penetrated the storage room floor and fallen to the lower level where the prisoners were located.
When the alarm reached the lowest level, the 39 Wizards' Purity Party elderly people who had just been rescued stared wide-eyed.
Whether they were terrified or disappointed, they could all connect the alarm's triggering to Vincent.
"It's all over..." The elderly people slumped down, exhausted.
Erkstag is no longer the prison that could be easily escaped with just a few Fantastic Beasts. It takes the guards quite a while to investigate and reach the bottom level, but the alarm has awakened the scorpion-tailed beasts in the lair.
Unlike their panic, Vincent confidently and calmly caught the falling liquid Mithril; his Magical Communicator had returned.
"Gentlemen, please prepare yourselves, we are about to leave this place."
The light screen projected by the Magical Communicator is a control backend. Vincent draws his Magical Runes in the air, displaying a communication system that covers almost the entire globe.
Erkstag is located in Germany's Black Forest, where the Wayne Enterprises had long ago secretly set up private base stations.
Vincent remotely activated the La Voiture Noire parked in Berlin.
Escaping from prison with such a large group of wandless, almost powerless elderly members of the Wizards' Purity Party, they certainly couldn't use conventional methods.