Pandora possesses a variety of weapon forms and firepower sufficient to handle a small war. Its absolute power instills fear in those in power and makes wizards realize their own insignificance.
Vincent activated Pandora's first form, a grenade launcher with high-speed rapid-fire capability.
Fudge was relieved to see that it was Muggle Iron Wand. "All Ministry of Magic staff, listen up! Vincent Wayne is an evil dark wizard who instigated the Dementors to leave Azkaban and attempted to assassinate the Minister for Magic. He poses a great threat to the Wizarding World and must be arrested immediately!"
Kingsley sped to the front, raising his wand but hesitating to attack, as if he were blocking the Ministry of Magic staff behind him.
Vincent understood his good intentions and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
One by one, the grenades fired into the air were struck by the curse, and the explosions they caused were small, even smaller than Dungbombs.
Just as Fudge was smiling smugly, clumps of filamentous material suddenly flew out from under the smoke and dust of the explosion.
The spells had almost no effect on them; they either passed through the middle or were mysteriously absorbed.
If Dumbledore were present, he would certainly recognize at a glance that this is a type of clay commonly used by Alchemists. It is extremely malleable and also has a high affinity for demons.
"Shit!" Kingsley cursed, then caught the falling clay on his face. It covered him up.
He tried to peel the clay off his face with his hands, but his hands were stuck fast, making it look nothing like he was acting.
Seeing this, the Ministry of Magic staff behind them all cast the Shield Charm, and those who did not know the Shield Charm were doomed.
As the clay landed precisely on the aisle where they stood, most of the people in the audience screamed and rushed toward the exit door, while some bolder reporters and anchors blatantly pulled out their live-streaming equipment.
The dark wizard Vincent battles the Ministry of Magic, their soaring adrenaline making them incredibly excited, completely oblivious to the possibility of being accidentally injured.
Rita, her face flushed, even jumped down from the audience seats and ran towards Vincent had set up the howitzer again, holding up a butterfly-shaped brooch.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Wayne is about to launch his second wave of attacks, so please don't blink!"
Vincent didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only adjust the shooting angle with a blank expression.
"Watch out behind you!" Rita pointed her brooch at Delores, who was sneaking up behind Vincent.
With a muffled "clang," the sudden curse was blocked by the defensive barrier of the Flamel Ring.
Vincent turned and gave Delores a disdainful look. "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."
He was under 24/7 surveillance; he wasn't Dumbledore.
Pandora quickly switched forms, transforming into an oversized anti-materiel sniper rifle.
With a loud bang, the non-lethal rubber bullet sent Delores flying.
The black basalt, which could effectively resist magic, was cracked all over from the impact, and the unconscious Delores was embedded in the wall like an ornament.
Rita stood frozen in place, as if petrified, along with the Ministry of Magic staff wearing Shield Charm.
In an instant, he took down the Minister for Magic's guards. The anti-material sniper rifle in Vincent's hand was not only exaggerated in design, but also frighteningly powerful.
"Damn it!" Fudge cursed, grabbing Scrimgeour's collar menacingly. "Rufus, you saw it, didn't you? Wayne is an extremely dangerous dark wizard; he poses a serious threat to the safety of the Wizarding World!"
Scrimgeour clenched his fists, the confusion and struggle on his face gradually fading away.
Regardless, Vincent had indeed harmed a Ministry of Magic employee, and as the Head of the Auror Office, he could no longer hesitate.
But as soon as he drew his wand, the Pandora in Vincent's hand transformed into a pair of short, powerful submachine guns.
"Da da da da—"
Scrimgeour hastily cast the Shield Charm, but the rubber bullets mysteriously pierced the barrier, knocking his tightly gripped wand away.
Vincent looked at him, then at the ten Auror around him with complicated expressions.
If we don't want to put them in a difficult position, we have no choice but to take the initiative, which goes beyond the scope of legitimate self-defense.
"A dark wizard..." Vincent smiled with relief, swinging his hands horizontally and gripping the trigger tightly.
The dense barrage of rubber bullets resembled raindrops whipped up by a typhoon, startling Fudge so much that he hurriedly hid under the table.
The members of the Wizengamot group could no longer sit still. Some raised their wands in preparation for battle, some hurriedly got up and ran towards the exit door, while others remained calmly seated.
There weren't many people left in the Courtroom Ten. The Ministry of Magic staff, no longer stunned, began to help their colleagues who were trapped in the clay.
Bones lowered his wand slightly, which was pointing at Vincent. "Mr. Wayne, please put down your weapon. The accusations Fudge has against you require serious discussion. You can trust our judgment."
Vincent also lowered the gun barrel aimed at her slightly. "Amelia Bones, the British Wizarding World is facing an unprecedented challenge. Fudge is disguising political persecution as judicial justice. Today he can define me as a dark wizard without any evidence, and tomorrow he will dare to lock up all dissenting voices in Azkaban."
Bones frowned.
The current state of the hearing is entirely due to Fudge's autocratic behavior. He has gone so far as to claim that Vincent attempted to murder him in public, and he doesn't even respect judicial independence. Once trust is broken, it is very difficult to rebuild.
Bones pursed his lips. "Mr. Wayne, is it alright if all your next aggressive actions are considered violent resistance?"
Vincent looked to the left side of the gallery, where his family and friends were watching him, their eyes filled with worry, without a trace of reproach.
As long as Fudge continues to serve as Minister for Magic, he will never be able to shake off the label of a dark wizard.
"The false Dark Lord will return with the help of his two servants, stronger and more terrifying than before."
The true Dark Lord is about to unleash his terrifying power, bringing lasting darkness and fear, and utterly shattering all rules and order.
Vincent inexplicably recalled Trelawney's Prophecy from last year.
The part about the fake Dark Lord has been realized. Whether Voldemort has become more powerful and terrifying remains to be seen, but he has definitely returned.
"So that's how it is..." Vincent looked up at the dark ceiling.
Prophecy always come true in such unexpected ways; Voldemort was one such example, and so was he.
"Amelia Bones, you are wrong."
Vincent spread out his submachine guns, "I don't approve of the Ministry of Magic's current distorted and incomprehensible behavior."
His hands were encased in Mithril, which resembled a submachine gun. "You can call me a criminal, you can call me a dark wizard, say whatever you want, I have decided not to compromise anymore, I will completely tear apart the Ministry of Magic's pretense of peace."
Pandora transformed into two handheld Gatling guns, unleashing a barrage of blue-flaming Orichalcum Bullet that rained down on the dark ceiling.