The twelfth floor of the Ministry of Magic.
Yamamoto was dumbfounded when law enforcement officers brought him back from the underwater coral reef.
It was just a request to be untied, how did I wake up and find myself in the Ministry of Magic?
The person in front of him was none other than Captain Kagura of the enforcement team.
Notoriously difficult to deal with, it's impossible for Hu Nong to get through.
What merit or ability does Yamamoto Tsukumo possess to receive such great favor from this senior figure?
"Name."
"Yamamoto — Yamamoto Tsukumo."
"Gender."
"Male."
"Profession."
"Former journalist."
Kagura narrowed her eyes. "My current profession."
Yamamoto shrank back, "Unemployed—a vagrant."
The tenth floor is the Minister's Office.
An "interrogation" is also taking place here.
Strictly speaking, no, but that's what Takuma always thought.
About two weeks ago, there was a conversation here that wasn't exactly easy, but it was pleasant nonetheless.
Unexpectedly, the two main characters from that time were present once again on this lively night.
"Mr. Wayne, what exactly do you want to say to me alone?"
Vincent had already removed his knight's armor, smiled and asked, "Ashiya Department Head, which do you think is more important, the truth or the outcome?"
Takuma answered without hesitation, "The truth will verify whether the result is reasonable, and I think they are equally important."
"We are not the same kind of people." Vincent suppressed his guilt.
"The truth is a bottomless abyss, and one can only approach it infinitely."
Humans determine the outcome, and they are influenced by the truth.
"We are definitely not the same kind of people." Takuma's gaze swept across the ceiling.
"Mr. Wayne, this disappearance was probably orchestrated by you, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Vincent met his sharp eyes.
"I will first solve the problem with the results, and then make corrections in the future, and then solve the problems behind the truth one by one."
Ashiya Department Head, I am an idealistic realist.
Takuma's gaze softened. "Then I'm a realistic idealist."
By voluntarily handing over their chips, they not only trust his character but also believe he will make the right choice.
"Knock knock—"
"Come in."
Kagura sensed the eeriness of the atmosphere the moment she opened the door.
Despite his own minister's imposing presence, Vincent across from him remained calmly seated.
He quietly put down the three bamboo slips he had just extracted from the interrogation, then quietly walked out of the office and closed the door.
Takuma opened one of them. "Mr. Wayne, would you mind if I took a look at the truth first?"
"Of course I don't mind." Vincent picked up the still steaming teacup.
Judging from his increasingly gloomy expression, he knew that what Yamamoto had confessed earlier was the same as what he had just confessed in the interrogation room on the 12th floor.
The difference is simply a matter of perspective, and opinions will differ accordingly.
From his perspective, the group led by Ashiya Mie were undoubtedly enemies.
From Takuma's perspective, his wife meant well but did bad things, ultimately becoming the culprit behind this farce.
After finishing a cup of tea, he had also read all three bamboo slips.
"Mr. Wayne, I am a man of principle."
"At the same time, you are also a very responsible person."
Either reveal the truth and cause the Ministry of Magic to lose its absolute credibility.
They could either conceal the truth and continue to maintain centuries of peace.
Takuma and closed the three bamboo slips.
"You could have guessed this outcome, so you must have already figured out how to solve the problem, right?"
Vincent nodded and explained his solution:
"Ashiya Department Head, only a very small number of wizards in Britain know about this..."
Takuma frowned deeply.
With evil forces resurfacing, he had no reason to refuse to help.
Once the year before last, and once last year.
There might be another one this year, and they might even make a comeback next year.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you the whole truth." Vincent refilled his teacup and drank it.
"But I can assure you it's true. Even if you don't want to believe me, please believe Professor Dumbledore."
If this is a fabricated story, Takuma will accept it.
"I will have Mie terminate the Contract as soon as possible."
"Can we wait a little longer?"
His sharp gaze met Vincent's eyes once again.
"Old Malfoy is a former Death Eaters. If Voldemort returns, they might crawl back on their knees the moment he comes back."
If the Wizard Cards unilaterally break the Contract, it will be difficult for them to expand in Asia.
The major power across the sea rarely interacts with the Western Wizarding World, and doing business with the less powerful country is notoriously difficult.
If we don't find a foothold here, we can only choose Southeast Asia, which has a smaller market.
The Wizard Cards are Gwent's rivals, Vincent has no reason to pass up this opportunity.
"Ashiya Department Head, have you ever heard of a Ponzi scheme?"
After a moment's thought, Takuma immediately understood.
No wonder the Wizard Cards are so ridiculously valuable; it turns out they're designed to be fully developed before unleashing a devastating attack.
Those who have worked with them are very likely to become scapegoats in the future.
"It seems you came well prepared."
If Takuma doesn't agree to hide the truth, Vincent will never reveal the truth about the Wizard Cards.
This guy, who's at odds with the world, is so powerful that Ashiya family would be on the verge of collapse if they tried to hold on.
"Ashiya Department Head, after all, I'm here to be interrogated by you."
"Mr. Wayne, aren't we negotiating?"
"Different perspectives lead to different viewpoints."
Before Vincent left, he waved his wand at the three bamboo slips on the table.
They broke into very small pieces, and then gradually turned into powder.
He waved his wand at the trash can next to the table again.
There's still a certain feeling about burying the truth with your own hands.
Vincent walked out of the office and was met with Kagura's slightly surprised gaze.
"Hello, Mr. Kagura."
He gave a polite greeting and then looked toward the end of the corridor.
Dumbledore his hands behind his back, turned and looked over.
"Mr. Wayne— " Kagura pushed open the door to the Minister's Office, her expression not very natural, "I'm glad you're back safe and sound."
"Thank you." Vincent walked toward Dumbledore.
"Click—" The door closed.
Kagura was probably in charge of interrogating Yamamoto.
It feels good to be looked down upon, especially when the reversal happens soon.
Dumbledore smiled as he looked at Vincent standing in front of him.
Just now, in a daze, he seemed to have returned to nearly a century ago, back to Godric's Hollow.
"Well done, Vincent."
"You've already guessed it?"
Dumbledore smiled without saying a word and nodded slightly.
Given Vincent's determination to dismantle Britain Pure-blood Supremacy, he could see two benefits.
First, sever the ties between Pure-blood family and the Ministry of Magic, making the Wizarding World a little more open and transparent.
Second, be wary of the Death Eaters will surely grow stronger after Voldemort's return.
It's foreseeable that not many people can be recruited domestically, and they will go abroad.
Dumbledore broke his silence. "I thought you were going to fight."
Vincent smiled smugly, "It's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy."
"Oh—have you finally been generous enough to forgive them?"
He pursed his lips. "Professor, I actually have a little notebook that records my targets for revenge. Do you want to guess who's in it?"
The Malfoy and Black Swan families are definitely there, and Voldemort probably won't escape either.
As for Snape, he's probably not here now.
Judging from the tone of his voice, Ashiya and Abe are present.
Dumbledore blinked pitifully. "I shouldn't be up there, right?"
Vincent tilted his head slightly. "Professor, you're in first place."
Reciprocal...
That's impossible.
I am aware of this.