Half a century of feelings can't just change overnight. Grindelwald was Amina's ideal man. Rather than a young fan changing her idol, it's more like she's placing her unrequited feelings on someone else.
In other words, Vincent became a stand-in.
Life is truly full of drama, and sometimes even a bit melodramatic.
He had once heard Dumbledore say that young Grindelwald was always surrounded by a group of female admirers, and he had laughed so hard back then, but now he couldn't laugh at all.
After all, veteran fans like Amina are a minority. The younger... older fans are all married and wouldn't even look at a kid like him.
Vincent seemed to have overlooked the fact that this was the Wizarding World, and if the marriage rate were really that high, the wizard population wouldn't be so low.
After leaving the black market, he drove the La Voiture Noire to his next destination.
If Amina hadn't been giving him increasingly strange looks, he would have planned to set off tomorrow.
The Sinai Peninsula is a triangular peninsula connecting Africa and Asia. It is bordered by the Gulf of Suez and the Suez Canal to the west, the Gulf of Aqaba and the Negev Desert to the east, the Mediterranean Sea to the north, and the Red Sea to the south. The vast arid region on the peninsula is known as the Sinai Desert.
The northeast of the peninsula borders a narrow, war-torn strip of land. There are three places in the Middle East that are of great historical and strategic importance: the Sinai Peninsula, Gaza, and Jerusalem, Vincent's next destination.
Its significance to the West lies in the convergence of its religious holy site, historical symbolism, and geopolitical pivot.
The West cannot lose Tifa—the West cannot lose Jerusalem, just as Zone 3D cannot lose Tifa.
Vincent, back in the cockpit of the La Voiture Noire, snapped out of his reverie and looked down at the 3,000-year-old city below with a complex expression.
Although the Middle East Branch of the Wizards' Purity Party is located in Iraq, it was a wise decision for its leader Erich von Grünewald, to choose to meet in this place where multiple faiths intertwine.
Several months ago, the United States Congress passed the "Jerusalem Embassy Act," which requires the government to move its embassy in a certain country to Jerusalem by May 31, 1999, effectively recognizing that country's rule over Jerusalem.
This move will undoubtedly undermine the Middle East peace process, even "strangle" the Israeli-Palestinian peace negotiations, and will also exacerbate the instability in the Middle East.
For half a century, conflicts have been constant, with five large-scale wars breaking out. Wizards dare not enter or leave Jerusalem at will, and even the International Confederation of Wizards dare not interfere in its affairs.
The underground black market in Alexandria Harbor and the holy city of Jerusalem —the leaders of the Wizards' Purity Party are really being careful.
The stealthy La Voiture Noire landed outside the city and switched back to sports car mode.
Vincent drove it slowly into Jerusalem.
As long as you don't enter certain restricted areas, you can move freely inside and outside the city.
The meeting with Erich von Grünewald was scheduled for tomorrow, but he had a feeling that the German-Arab Half-blood Wizard had actually entered the city earlier than he had.
Since I've finally come to a place where I can feel safe and don't have to hide my identity, I'm definitely going to take a good look around.
Jerusalem's architecture is very unique, blending elements of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam; you can find a tourist attraction every few steps.
The Western Wall, the Temple Mount, the Dome of the Rock, the Al-Aqsa Mosque, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the Via Dolorosa...
After circling around, it was getting dark.
Vincent found a restaurant and ordered a lot of local specialties.
Pocket bread is the most popular staple food in the area. The bread is hollow and thin, and can be filled with ingredients such as smoked chicken, roast meat, and eggs.
Farafa are small, golden-yellow balls made from chickpeas, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, often served with sesame sauce.
Hummus is a classic Middle East dish made with chickpeas, tahini, lemon juice, and other ingredients. It is served with pocket bread and has a smooth texture.
Peter's Fish is a type of fish abundant in the Sea of Galilee, the most beautiful lake in Jerusalem. Freshly grilled and sprinkled with lemon juice, it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with delicious flesh.
Arabian kebab is different from ordinary street kebab. It uses beef, mutton, and chicken as raw materials, marinates them carefully overnight before cooking, and grills them until they are almost charred but not burnt. Then it is sprinkled with various seasonings, making the meat smell delicious.
After finishing his dessert of milk and donuts, Vincent was so full he didn't want to move at all.
After paying the bill, he randomly found a hotel nearby and checked in.
"Vincent?"
While waiting for the elevator, he heard someone call his name. He turned around and saw a familiar face.
"Long time no see, Uncle Hunter."
The man in front of him, Hunter, was an old friend of Eric's. His family owned a chain of hotels, but after graduating, he chose to join the army instead of inheriting the family business.
Hunter stepped forward and gave Vincent a big hug. "So that's why there's a black Bugatti parked in front of the hotel that's even cooler than mine. It's the car of your dreams that you mentioned before."
He let go of her hand. "Why did you suddenly come here? On vacation with your girlfriend?"
"No." A fleeting sadness crossed Vincent's eyes.
They did discuss traveling abroad before the hearing.
"Uncle Hunter, what about you? What are you doing here too?"
Hunter pointed to the hotel key card in his hand.
Vincent looked down and realized that the Jerusalem Lyne Hotel actually belonged to the Hunter family.
It's not surprising that he would appear at his own hotel, but Hunter is, after all, British Army, and this is a sensitive time.
"Uncle Hunter, are you here on a business trip?"
"Uh..." Hunter glanced around and nodded, then pulled him into the elevator and pressed the button for the 17th floor.
"Let's not talk about me yet. What's going on with your family? Eric said that something big happened in your Wizarding World, and you had to move to France."
The fighter jets, submarines, and yet-to-be-released tank forms of The La Voiture Noire were all made possible by Hunter, one of the few Muggle who knew of the existence of magic.
Vincent watched the numbers slowly increase above his head, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
Members of the royal family, the current prime minister, and high-ranking military officials all know about the existence of magic. The Ministry of Magic has never treated them with any arrogance or kindness over the centuries. Therefore, their information about wizards should be extremely limited. Let alone Voldemort's return, they probably haven't even been informed that he is wanted.
He looked at Hunter, whose face was full of worry, and said, "This is indeed a big deal, a big deal that could affect the Muggle world."
"Beep—" We've arrived at the 17th floor of the hotel.
Vincent's serious expression made Hunter realize that he was not joking.
He forced a smile. "Let's talk in the room. Although this is my family's property, Jerusalem has been quite turbulent lately."
He led Vincent into one of the only two royal suites on the 17th floor, and before closing the door, he habitually glanced at the security cameras in the corridor.