The Wizarding World's Most Wanted Criminal

News of the unidentified flying object sighting in Berlin was immediately relayed to the Reichstag where the president was located.

Although most of the Germany government's functions have not yet been moved to Berlin, they are sufficient to handle ordinary emergencies.

It wasn't until the broomstick wizard appeared that the German President, who had been in office for just over a year, realized that the matter was related to the Wizarding World.

He immediately ordered a halt to the federal defense forces' operations and instructed the police to expedite the evacuation of nearby residents.

After everything was arranged, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in his office.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Thaddeus Belg, the Minister for Magic whom he had met when he took office last year.

"Minister Belge, are your wizards always so elusive?"

Belg approached him with a serious expression. "Mr. President, the situation is urgent, so we have no choice but to meet in this way."

The German President immediately frowned. "What exactly is that thing? Do you have any way to deal with it?"

Belg's lips drooped slightly, and his whole demeanor exuded a solemn air. "Until then, I hope the President will immediately suppress the news."

With today's advanced technology, photos of UFOs have probably already reached the other side of the ocean. If we're lucky, maybe those broomstick wizards were also photographed.

"Mr. Minister, the news has probably already spread overseas."

Belg's face immediately darkened. "Is there a way to solve this?"

The German President shook his head slightly. "If it were two years ago, before the internet was so developed, perhaps it would have been possible, but now there's no way to stop the spread of information."

Belg knew about the internet, Magical Communicator was based on it.

He slowly sat down opposite the president and began to explain the ins and outs of the matter, "Mr. President, the unidentified flying object you mentioned is actually a product of Alchemy."

He paused, calming himself down slightly. "I believe you've already seen the documents from the Wizards' Purity Party. The wizard standing on the UFO is Vincent Wayne, the most wanted criminal in the Wizarding World who recently broke into our prison and rescued those Wizards' Purity Party members."

The German President immediately thought of Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald from the Wizards' Purity Party documents.

More than half a century later, a new Dark Lord has appeared in the Germany Wizarding World.

He visibly relaxed upon learning that Vincent was Britain.

It's good that they're not Germany. The reparations from World War I haven't been paid off yet, and the reparations from World War II are even further away. If the wizards were to cause trouble a third time, East and West Germany, which have only been united for a few years, would probably split up again.

Belg didn't understand the complex political environment of Muggle, but when he learned that the president had ordered a halt to the Federal Armed Forces' operations and instructed the police to expedite the evacuation of the population, his mood improved somewhat.

"Mr. President, we will resolve this incident as soon as possible."

The German President's brow furrowed even deeper.

When he took office last year, the other party promised that the affairs of the Wizarding World would not involve them. Only a year later, the Ministry of Magic's number one wanted criminal suddenly came to the Dublin without any warning. If he comes every few days, who can handle it?

Belg stood up on his own, seemingly unaware of the displeasure on his face, or perhaps he was aware but didn't care.

"Mr. President, I hope you will fulfill your duty. Exposing the existence of the Wizarding World will not benefit anyone."

The German President slowly rose to his feet. "I understand, Mr. Minister. Of course, I will do my job well."

"No need to see me off." Belg raised his wand expressionlessly.

He could detect a hint of resentment in the president's words, but he was there to inform people of the situation, not to cultivate personal relationships.

The black and white vortex appeared and disappeared, leaving only the astonished German President in the office.

Upon returning to the Ministry of Magic, Belg received two pieces of bad news: a warning from the International Confederation of Wizards and the fact that the battle over Berlin was spreading rapidly, with many buildings severely damaged.

The only good news is that there have been no casualties so far.

Vincent seemed to have deliberately chosen those deserted buildings; his purpose was clear: to expose the existence of magic.

Where are they now?

"DaimlerChrysler District".

Almost all of Berlin's high-rise buildings are concentrated there, and many are under construction, making it a very suitable stage.

Adelaide suddenly screamed, "No, Wayne's goal has always been us!"

The DaimlerChrysler district is very close to the city center and only a few streets away from Potsdamer Platz, where the German Ministry of Magic is located.

"I'ming"

These days, would any wizard really dare to storm the Ministry of Magic alone?

Voldemort was incredibly arrogant back then, but he still had to obediently lead the Death Eaters to attack the British Ministry of Magic.

Hmm... it seems there really are wizards who dare to do this.

"Vincent Wayne ..." Belg's brows furrowed.

He's caused chaos for the British Ministry of Magic; is it now their turn, the German Ministry of Magic?

As the second emergency meeting was being held, the La Voiture Noire over the DaimlerChrysler district suddenly accelerated.

"This direction..." Exhausted, Muller sped up and chased after it.

That direction leads to Potsdamer Platz, where the German Ministry of Magic is located.

The sudden acceleration during the battle must be due to excessive energy consumption; now is the perfect opportunity to shoot it down.

"Wayne!" Muller, riding a flying broomstick, quickly caught up.

Using the momentum of his broom, he leaped toward the La Voiture Noire, then forcefully plunged his wand into the defensive barrier.

He poked a small hole and quickly slipped inside before the barrier could heal.

Vincent raised his hand and fired a shot, and Muller, who hadn't even gotten his footing, rolled to the side.

The pale blue beam of light flashed again, and Muller hurriedly raised his wand to try to block it.

The impact was much weaker than before, which was indeed due to excessive energy expenditure.

After damaging numerous buildings and dealing with them for so long, even the most powerful wizard would feel exhausted.

Muller's eyes sharpened. "Expelliarmus!"

The orange-red spell collided with the dark blue beam of light, and before Muller could finish his next incantation, Vincent rushed over.

Muller was about to raise his hand when he found that he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He looked down and saw that his hand holding the wand was twisted backward, as if it were dislocated.

Before he could raise his other hand, Vincent delivered a knee strike.

Once, twice, three times.

Muller was struck repeatedly in the abdomen, but he still clung tightly to Vincent's cloak with one hand.

"Wayne... did you think... I was the only one... who noticed your attack... had weakened?"

Vincent lifted the Dominator and slammed it down on his forehead.

As Muller fell, the barrier of the La Voiture Noire was subjected to a fierce magical attack.

Vincent looked down at the Dominator, whose gun was flashing a blinding red light.

The prolonged battle had indeed exhausted him; even the Dominator was nearing his limit.

But this doesn't mean he's become weaker; his fighting style isn't limited to magic.