The Sahara Desert is so vast that Vincent and Sam, who were practicing Apparition, were completely unaware of what was happening more than ten kilometers away.
From less than 10 meters at the beginning to now being able to smoothly transfer over 100 meters.
"Wayne, should I come back to pick you up later?"
Vincent appeared in mid-air, then returned to Sam. "You have something to do?"
At first, I was indeed scared, but now I'm used to it.
"No, you've already learned almost everything, so it doesn't matter whether I'm here or not."
Aren't you afraid I'll run into danger?
Sam shook his head bitterly.
Evelyn repeatedly warned him not to tell Vincent about the wizard attack on the Wayne family.
During the week, I have to mind the shop; on weekends, I have to attend illegal Apparition Class; and I also have to be wary of the next clueless person.
"Fine, I'm not going anywhere."
Vincent stroked his chin, deep in thought.
His expression was somewhat unnatural; he was probably hiding something.
People who like to use their cleverness are the easiest to predict, while those who are shameless and don't like to use their brains are often the hardest to guess.
I suppose... she has an appointment with Madam Rosmerta...
The desert is more than ten kilometers away.
The impact sent Eric flying onto the hood of the Off-road Vehicle.
He was wearing a bulletproof vest, but he was a little drowsy.
In contrast, the wizard, who had been half-buried in the desert, looked as quiet as if he were dead.
"Stay vigilant and do not approach rashly."
Hunt and Melvin stopped in their tracks.
Eric managed to turn people upside down in no time, so he must know a lot about those strange things.
Andrew and the others lost a lot of blood, but their lives were not in danger.
The bullets deflected by the Shield Charm all landed with their bullets pointing upwards.
Even with significantly reduced penetrating power, the flat tail can still pierce muscle tissue.
"Captain, they need to remove the bullets immediately!"
Eric got back into the car and tossed the small metal box from under his back seat over.
"Apply it to the wound to stop the bleeding, but don't pour too much at once."
Fortunately, he got some Potions from Sam before he set off.
These are all treatments that can accelerate wound healing, which is sufficient to deal with the current emergency.
"Shoot him immediately if he moves."
Hunt and Melvin stared intently.
Eric pulled out his satellite phone.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally dialed the number.
"Buzz—" Sam was dumbfounded.
If he hadn't muted the sound, he would have been exposed on the spot.
Hanging up once means you're too busy; the more you call, the more urgent the situation becomes.
This is the third time already; I need to find an excuse to slip away quickly.
"Wayne, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do."
Vincent appeared in front of him very suddenly.
"Dating?"
"Cough cough cough—" Sam coughed violently, "Yeah."
He was faking a smile, and it was incredibly fake.
"With whom?"
I was stumped by the question.
"Madam Rosmerta?"
"Cough cough cough—"
Vincent was almost certain that Sam was lying.
If you don't want to go to class, just say so. Why are you in such a panic?
"Mr. Chavez, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Sam hung up the phone in his pocket for the fourth time.
"That's enough for today, I need to hurry back to my date."
A clumsy attempt at physical disguise, and an even clumsier technique for lying.
Vincent simply focused his gaze on the pocket his right hand was tucked into, and Sam's expression grew increasingly tense.
"What is it?" It seemed like he was talking to himself.
Sam chuckled sheepishly, "It's nothing, just a little surprise I prepared."
He was clearly guilty.
What kind of surprise could make a thick-skinned person break out in a sweat?
Intrigued Vincent suddenly pointed behind him.
"Look, it's Madam Zabini!"
Sam looked over with a start, and then his right hand was pulled out of his pocket.
This little surprise is actually quite "big".
A cell phone that's as big as a brick and can be stuffed into a pocket has been subjected to Undetectable Extension Charm nine times out of ten.
With his thumb still on the button, he must have just hung up not long ago.
"Buzz—" The phone rang again.
"Why didn't you answer?" Vincent released his right hand with great interest.
"This is the Sahara Desert; there's no signal on a regular mobile phone here."
If a signal can be received through a pocket that has been imbued with Undetectable Extension Charm, then it must have been modified, even if it were the most advanced satellite phone.
Sam jolted again, almost letting go and smashing the phone.
"Wayne— "
He hesitated for about ten seconds, his expression more serious than ever before.
"The call was from your father; he must have encountered some danger."
I had just finished talking about the Wayne family when Eric called again.
Vincent pressed the call button.
"Sam, I've run into a little trouble."
"Uncle Wayne, I'm with your son right now."
Eric on the other end of the phone widened his eyes instantly.
Despite all the secrecy work, things still went wrong.
She was exposed after only six attempts; no wonder her own son could keep her so well-behaved.
"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."
Eric had just hung up the phone when a black and white vortex appeared in front of him.
"Put down your guns!"
Sam came out first, followed by Vincent.
"Dad, where is he?"
"There."
Half of his body was buried in the desert, and his sternum was slightly collapsed, indicating that his internal organs had been injured.
Sam first bound the person up Mummy before using magic to heal them.
Everyone around him was fully armed, Vincent could probably guess what was going on.
I didn't cry, but I was genuinely moved.
The men in the Wayne family are all good at keeping their thoughts to themselves. Grandpa was like that, Dad was like that, and so was he.
"Dad, I—"
"Come here, everyone, it's my son!"
Vincent, whose shoulders were being held by Eric, was no stranger to them.
I feel like I saw it when I was a baby, or maybe I saw it just a few years ago.
They are destined not to remember what just happened.
"Vincent, do you remember your uncle?" Hunt pinched his cheek.
"Of course I remember, Hunt Hunter."
"And what about me?"
"I remember, you are Uncle Melvin."
Sam, who was treating Andrew and the others, had a very complicated expression.
It seems like they don't know anything about magic, or perhaps they're just pretending not to.
Eric quietly came to his side. "How are you?"
"They're just minor injuries, I'll be healed quickly."
Sam hesitated for a moment before asking, "Uncle Wayne, why aren't they—aren't they afraid of magic?"
"This?" Eric said, taking out the wand that had just been broken.
"That's probably why."
Fear arises from the unknown, courage from understanding.
Muggle fear that wizards will use magic to harm them, while wizards fear being persecuted by Muggle for revealing their magic.
Even though it is no longer the Middle Ages, and even though there is a possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two sides, Sam cannot abandon his responsibilities as Auror.
Protect the Wizarding World, protect magic from being discovered, and protect wizards from harm.