"Manhattan Bleecker Street?"
"Gu Gu!"
Vincent didn't need to rack his brains; he knew the correct address was 177A.
It is said that there are three Sanctuaries in the world.
One is in London, one in New York, and one in Hong Kong.
The three Sanctuaries share a common star, forming a protective field for the planet to repel potential interdimensional invasions.
"Stephen Strange!?"
Eric shuddered. "Did he use magic to come into reality?"
"It's clearly a joke full of bad taste."
Vincent, holding Gu Gu, looked up at the Chrysler Building.
After eliminating reasonable explanations, whatever remains, no matter how illogical, can only be the truth.
If Viktor really came to protect him, then he has information about his family's movements.
And what if they were eavesdropping the whole time...?
Eric shuddered again. "I'll call Captain McAlis right now!"
"I'm going to buy sardines!" Evelyn's eyes shone with a special light.
Vincent squinted at the briefcase. "There's a Congressional Medal of Honor inside!"
The person is nearby.
Not only did they know the Wayne family's movements, but they also observed them secretly the entire time.
The address on the top of the Chrysler Building was definitely just deliberately written on.
"Gu Gu!" the Gu Gu, its neck tilted back, chimed in.
Once it becomes the world's leading owl, the Wizards' Purity Party will definitely not receive any packages.
The sky gradually darkened.
Passersby all turned around hastily, as if they had remembered something.
"The aura of Dark Magic." Vincent opened his briefcase and handed Eric an AW sniper rifle.
Evelyn stepped behind the father and son. "Won't there be any trouble in Big White?"
"Let's make a big fuss and get Mr. Graves' attention here."
After these words, bright red lines began to slowly appear on the ground in front of them.
"He's about to appear." Eric put the magazine, which had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, back into place.
The mark of the Deathly Hallows formed, and a large cloud of black mist surged from the ground.
A figure stood inside.
Vincent stared directly into those red-glowing eyes. "With this kind of entourage, the person who came can't be a nobody."
Good afternoon, the four members of the Wayne family—
Viktor was not wearing a black cloak, but rather a medieval tailcoat.
It has scattered silver patterns on it, and a Deathly Hallows symbol on each side of the collar.
He bowed slightly to the Wayne family. "Let me introduce myself first. I am Viktor D. Brad."
Bradley once mentioned the oldest living vampire in the Americas, whose name happens to be the same as the person in front of him.
"Mr. Brad— " Eric lowered his gun slightly, "What exactly do you want to do to my son?"
"It's not what we want to do to him," Viktor, stepping out of the black mist. "It's what he wants us to do."
Vincent's pupils contracted instantly. "This is a test you gave me personally?"
"Correct." Viktor stopped a short distance away from them. "You did much better than I expected."
Should I feel proud?
"It depends on your attitude towards us."
He extended his left hand to Vincent. "It's a little early, but it's time for us to leave."
"Leave? Where to?"
"Nurmengard".
Vincent turned to look at his parents.
He was certain that Viktor, with his aristocratic air, would take him away no matter what.
If someone dares to use Dark Magic in Big White, they are definitely planning to leave.
Bradley and the Auror, and even Newt Scamander and Tina, might already be on their way.
"Mom and Dad, do you want to come along?"
Eric frowned. "Mr. Brad, can you guarantee Vincent's safety in all aspects?"
Not only physical and mental harm, but also repercussions related to Wizards' Purity Party.
Viktor's smile vanished. "I will take this part of your memories with me, and everyone will just think that I forcibly took him away."
Eric and Evelyn both nodded slightly.
The same goes for the Gu Gu in Vincent's arms.
"I don't know what you intend to do to him, but if he suffers any harm—"
A sniper bullet grazed past her silver-white hair.
"Then there's only one thing I want in this life."
Viktor did not take those words lightly. "I can guarantee it with my life."
He could understand the worries of parents, and he understood what could be born from despair.
If Grindelwald were to die, he would have no motivation to continue living.
Vincent handed Gu Gu to Evelyn, saying, "Mom and Dad, I'll definitely be back before school starts."
After receiving three trusting glances, Viktor controlled the black mist to quickly pass over them.
"These memories are all kept here with you." He pulled out three luminous threads.
Vincent put them in bottles and reached out to place them on his left hand, which he had been holding up the whole time.
"Mr. Brad, how do we get there?"
"Using a very special kind of Dark Magic."
The Deathly Hallows mark beneath their feet was rapidly expanding.
"It uses my blood as a medium to instantly reach any place it wants to go."
Enveloped in black mist, Vincent felt as if his body was slowly disappearing.
Can I learn this?
"Unless you use magic to transform your body into my shape."
Vincent shrank back, "Does that bald guy without a nose do this too?"
Viktor paused for a moment, "He's too impure; this magic strongly rejects his body."
His face gradually turned pale. "Your wizards' Apparition is actually much more effective than ours."
At least this method of long-distance travel only requires a sufficient amount of mana.
The silvery-white hair quickly lost its luster, becoming as dry and withered as a dying old man.
Vincent shivered as he felt his body getting colder, then looked at his parents and Gu Gu had collapsed on the ground.
"They're here." Viktor had barely finished speaking when Newt Scamander and Tina appeared on the opposite street.
Both of them, wands in hand, ran towards them.
"Similar to Anti-Apparition effect?"
"That's right."
The black fog began to gather, Vincent felt even colder.
He felt his entire body turn into air and begin to burrow into the Deathly Hallows mark on the ground.
After Viktor waved to the other side, the two of them darted inside even faster.
"Damn it!" Newt Scamander opened the woman's handbag in his hand. "He's going to get away!"
A green, thorny cocoon was flung from his hand onto the ground, leaving only a mark.
"We're late—" Tina waved her wand, stopping a speeding car.
Newt Scamander gently tugged at the long tail connecting the green cocoon in his hand, "I should have gone to find him when we were in the Pacific Ocean!"
Once they reached the other side, Tina dispelled the spell. "Where do you think he'll take Vincent?"
"I don't know." Newt Scamander put the green cocoon back into his briefcase. "According to Dumbledore's prediction, the most likely place is Nurmengard."