The news of Dumbledore's removal from his position as Supreme Mugwump was an unprecedented bombshell for the Wizarding World. His live-streamed duel with Voldemort had already allowed all wizards to witness his power firsthand. Even without the power of the International Confederation of Wizards, he was undoubtedly the strongest wizard of his time.
This title is genuine and cannot be revoked by fabricating evidence.
Those who believe in him will continue to believe, while those who don't will certainly not. Some are Pure-blood Supremacy supremacists, some simply dislike him, and others, like Fudge, are unwilling to face reality.
During the first week of summer vacation, several small-scale conflicts broke out in various parts of the British Wizarding World. The wizards initially discussed whether Voldemort had returned, but the physical clashes escalated into magical battles.
The already overwhelmed British Ministry of Magic was further exacerbated, but most of the higher-ups, led by Fudge, were able to accept the outcome.
Compared to being ousted by angry citizens, what is this little trouble?
Vincent had been staying home all week, and he was looking forward to getting some fresh air, but the Auror monitoring him had been replaced by someone Wales —an elite Auror specifically responsible for protecting the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, John Delores.
Delores's magical abilities are very high, and his loyalty to the Ministry of Magic is also very high. He can be seen as a super-enhanced version of Wales. He never fails any mission given by Fudge.
But this time he encountered Vincent, a ruthless character who openly opened his window and allowed him to spy on him.
10 x 24 hours later, Wales was switched back.
Vincent arrived just as the two finished changing shifts on the rooftop across the street.
"Merlin's beard!" Wales was so startled he almost cast a spell on him.
Vincent brushed aside the wand pointing at him. "Why is it you again? Is there no one left in the Ministry of Magic?"
Wales angrily put away his wand. "Something's happened in Diagon Alley. Malfoy and his gang are fighting with Black."
"Ah?"
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Wayne, tell me the truth, has You-Know-Who really returned?"
Vincent looked at him with disdain. "The fact that you can ask this question means you already have the answer in your heart."
Wales smiled wryly as he looked at the Auror badge of the Ministry of Magic on his chest, the tip of his wand a sharp spearhead, a constant reminder of their need to fight against the evil forces of darkness.
The fact that the Auror are now resolving conflicts among wizards goes against their original dream of protecting the Wizarding World.
"Really... He's back..."
Wales looked up. "But why, why has the ministry been denying it?"
Vincent could see the disappointment on his face. He turned his back to look at the bustling Oxford Street below. "I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You're not the perfect tool that Delores is."
Wales clenched his fist and swung it heavily into the air. "Our enemies, the Auror, should be dark forces like the You-Know-Who. What are the higher-ups doing?!"
"What else can we do?" Vincent shrugged. "Of course, we're eyeing their positions. Once you make a mistake, there's no going back."
Wales was indignant, but quickly became dejected. "Now I finally understand why you pretended to be Batman to deal with us last year."
This is resistance, a resistance against tyranny.
Vincent turned around and smiled at him. "After being cooped up at home for so long, now that you're in charge of keeping an eye on me, I can finally go outside for some fresh air."
Wales rolled his eyes. "Our job is to keep an eye on you to see if you've done anything illegal, not to stop you from going out."
Vincent tilted his head and rolled his eyes at him even more. "I don't trust that Delores. Who knows if he'll frame me?"
"..." Wales was speechless.
He was pleased with Vincent's trust, but he also felt a strange unease in his heart.
A year ago, he certainly wouldn't have believed that Delores would frame him.
"Alright, go wherever you want, but don't try to shake me off like you did last time."
"Pfft—" Vincent couldn't help but burst into laughter. "I heard you broke your broom while riding it. If it weren't for the forest below, you'd still be in the hospital right now, wouldn't you?"
Wales' face flushed instantly. "Who told you that? I had a premonition that the broom was going to break, so I chose to make an emergency landing in the forest."
Vincent laughed even louder. "Alright, alright, I won't turn on the La Voiture Noire from last time. It really did make things difficult for you."
After saying that, he went to the other side of the roof and jumped down, landing gently in an empty alley opposite his house.
Seeing this, Wales had no choice but to jump down as well.
"Hey! Wayne, you just used Cushioning Charm, didn't you?"
Vincent, walking toward his garage, turned back and shrugged. "I didn't bring my wand with me, and nobody saw me come down, so it doesn't violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, does it?"
Wales chased after him angrily, shouting, "But you've abused magic!"
Vincent bypassed him, asking, "Do you have any evidence?"
Evidence? Vincent was already an adult, the tassels on his wand had been removed, and he was using advanced spellcasting techniques like silent and spellless casting.
Wales stood still, letting out a silent sigh.
A year ago, the first thing to do would have been to catch the person.
A moment later, an all-black Bugatti Veyron drove out of Wayne's garage.
As Wales watched the bright red taillights disappear into the distance, he seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.
Taking advantage of the fact that there were few people around, he mounted his flying broom and gave chase.
While the Veyron's performance is far inferior to the La Voiture Noire, it is still the fastest production car currently available.
However Vincent had no intention of shaking off Wales. Speeding through the bustling streets of London was no challenge for him; he just wanted to get to Diagon Alley as soon as possible to see what was going on.
Upon arriving at Charing Cross Road, he slowed down and carefully parked the car in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
There weren't many people in the bar; they probably all went into Diagon Alley to see what was going on.
Boss Tom was still the same shrewd businessman. Vincent greeted him and went to the backyard.
Count the third brick up from the trash can, then two bricks to the right horizontally, and tap gently three times. The entrance to Diagon Alley will then appear.
Vincent walked through the passage and immediately saw the Auror carrying Old Parkinson out.
Sirius Black remains as impulsive and irritable as ever, Old Parkinson's, will likely be bedridden for ten days to two weeks.
The wizards were all gathered in the prime central area, and Vincent, who managed to squeeze into the crowd, heard Fudge's voice.
"Lucius, my old friend, calm down."
"Mr. Minister, this Pure-blood traitor attacked Iagos right in front of you. You should immediately arrest him and bring him back to Azkaban!"
"Fudge, shut your old friend's mouth and stop him from spewing nonsense everywhere!"
Vincent finally pushed through the crowd and saw Sirius Black and Lucius standing facing each other at the entrance of the Prongs Magical Appliances store.
Fudge was caught in the middle of the two of them, looking quite embarrassed.