You Wouldn't Want Me Coming to France to Find You, Would You?

Imposter, Defender, Dominator – these are the three pieces of equipment designed by Vincent for the Succession Society.

A white mask, a white robe, and a white pistol—it's obvious they're not some evil organization.

Hermione offered many suggestions regarding details: the clothing material should be lightweight and comfortable, the cut should be sharp, using mainly straight lines and minimizing the use of curves or rounded lines.

For example, sharp tailoring lines can be used in areas such as the shoulder line, neckline, and armholes to enhance the garment's structure.

Vincent drew several drafts according to her suggestions, but she was never quite satisfied, always feeling that something was missing.

After several more drafts, Hermione finally realized what was missing.

In some ways, Vincent is actually quite pragmatic.

His designs are often very simple and efficient. A pure white imposter is no problem. The white mask itself has a strong visual impact and can arouse curiosity and speculation about the wearer's identity or purpose. It is especially easy to create a mysterious atmosphere in a dimly lit environment.

The situation is a bit different when it comes to clothing. Robes are undoubtedly the most familiar and practical garments for wizards. Since the Succession Society going to reject the old magical social system, the design of clothing must be innovative.

The three-piece general equipment set includes the Dominator Pistol. The wide sleeves and hem will seriously hinder combat, but the hood used to cover the head can be kept.

Hermione quickly came up with an immature plan. "Leave the costume design to me. I don't know much about firearms, but I think it's best to differentiate them from Muggle firearms."

Vincent nodded. "Okay, we still have a month. Take care to rest and don't overwork yourself."

Hermione suddenly frowned, staring intently into his eyes, keenly sensing the deep weariness he was hiding. "You should be the one getting more rest than me."

Vincent looked away guiltily and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, how's it going on your end? The German Ministry of Magic has listed me as their number one threat. Fudge must be laughing in his sleep these days."

Hermione got even angrier when this was mentioned. "The Azkaban affair has been completely pinned on you. The Daily Prophet is now reporting dirt on you every day. As an official media outlet, they're fabricating facts. They're utterly rotten!"

The British Wizarding World, which had initially been skeptical, completely changed its tune after the events at Erkstag, and now the majority of the public believes that Vincent released the Death Eaters.

Vincent laughed and said it was alright, he had expected it all along.

"What about Professor Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix? How are they?"

Hermione took a deep breath, her expression softening slightly. "Right now, the British Ministry of Magic's attention is entirely focused on you, but they still refuse to clear Professor Dumbledore of suspicion. I guess they want to issue new laws targeting professors."

Dumbledore is still the headmaster of Hogwarts, Fudge will definitely try to find a way to remove him from his position.

The new law is likely related to education, and it's a rather disgusting law, designed to drive Dumbledore away.

For some reason, Vincent pictured Umbridge's toad-like face.

The moment she stands in the Great Hall, the entire school's teachers and students are disgusted by her.

Vincent felt a chill run down his spine; the new semester wasn't going to be peaceful this year either.

"The castle still recognizes my status as chairman of the Board of Governors. It seems that Fudge has run out of options, which is why he resorts to such underhanded tactics."

Hermione completely agreed with him.

For someone like Fudge, whose eyes are blinded by the lust for power, he will not be at ease unless Dumbledore is completely sidelined.

"I need to get back to work." Vincent picked up the Dominator's blueprints and waved them around. "You must remember to rest and don't overwork yourself."

Hermione frowned again. "I should be the one saying this to you. You wouldn't want me to come all the way to France to find you, would you?"

Vincent raised his hands in surrender. "No, if we get caught, how can I expect you to become Minister for Magic and pardon me?"

Hermione chuckled. "As expected of the Dark Lord of the new era, you've already planned my future so quickly?"

"Of course." Vincent gazed affectionately at her on the projection screen. "My Minister."

Hermione, bewildered, gently fanned her suddenly burning cheeks with her small hand. "What do you mean 'your'... I didn't agree to that..."

She bit her lip shyly, then a sweet smile suddenly appeared on her face. "Anyway, you should eat well every day, sleep on time, and rest when you're tired. I'm doing fine here in Britain, so don't worry about me."

Vincent nodded slowly. "Okay, I've got it all in mind."

After hanging up the call, his gentle gaze gradually hardened.

Since his girlfriend wants him to rest, let's leave it at that for today.

Vincent left the workshop and returned to the hotel for a delicious lunch.

Then he drove the La Voiture Noire out for a spin, and when he stepped on the gas, he got stuck in traffic for a full 10 minutes.

Paris in July is full of tourists, with only a few streets, such as Rue Saint-Jacques, remaining relatively quiet.

So what if you drive Bugatti? You'll still get stuck in traffic.

I stepped on the gas again, and the traffic police arrived.

Vincent glanced at the rearview mirror and decisively chose to drive onto the highway.

After a tense and exciting chase, he was noticeably more relaxed.

The Paris police continued their pursuit, even deploying helicopters.

The La Voiture Noire crept into a dead end, and several police cars quickly blocked the exit.

The officers got out of the car with a sigh of relief. One of the police supervisors stood at the front with a megaphone in hand. "You are surrounded. Get out of the car immediately and surrender!"

Vincent was on the opposite street, turned and went into a café. It seems that romantic and fashionable Paris is about to have another ghost story.

As he had anticipated, the Paris police cordoned off the area, and reporters soon arrived.

Vincent leisurely sipped his coffee, seemingly very satisfied with the result.

The systematic persecution of wizards by medieval Muggle stemmed from fear, which in turn stemmed from the unknown, not from magic itself.

Although Muggle thinking has progressed a lot in this era, if the existence of wizards and magic were to be made public rashly, the subconscious rejection of Muggle would definitely trigger a new round of "resource competition panic".

Wizards can rapidly acquire vast amounts of resources through magic, rendering Muggle's productivity, which relies on sheer numbers, obsolete, especially in the fields of medicine and environmental protection.

Vincent needs to confront this contradiction: magic will not replace technology, just as wizards will not replace Muggle. If both sides can coexist peacefully and develop together, human society will surely usher in a brighter future.