Life Is a Play, and It All Depends on Acting

Although the French Ministry of Magic considers Vincent one of their own, he doesn't easily reveal his true thoughts.

"Uncle Osmund, isn't it too early for you to worry about this? The Muggle internet has only just been born. It will take at least ten or twenty years to develop, won't it?"

Russell chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Indeed, I was worrying unnecessarily."

Vincent quietly observed his reaction, "Actually, there's no harm in getting to know Muggle better. At the very least, we should face up to their technological development so we can formulate countermeasures in advance."

After a moment's thought, Russell patted him on the shoulder and said, "I didn't expect you to have such insightful ideas. Our understanding of Muggle has always been too one-sided."

There was no resistance, which is a good start.

Vincent shook his head modestly, "Muggle technology is advancing rapidly, and it's not a good idea for us to keep being passive."

That really struck a chord with Russell.

First, confront the prejudice against Muggle, and then take the initiative to understand them better. While this may not effectively solve the future survival dilemma, it can further reduce the risk of exposure.

The Ministry of Magic can't possibly cast Memory Charm door-to-door, and the venom of the Swooping Evil, even when properly diluted, can only erase painful memories; large-scale Oblivion Magic cannot permanently erase memories.

But what if it's a dark wizard...?

Russell sighed at Vincent, "I've heard things haven't been peaceful in your country lately."

The reappearance of the Dark Mark was broadcast live, allowing almost all wizards in Britain to witness it firsthand. The British Ministry of Magic couldn't even block the news domestically, so it would be abnormal if it hadn't spread abroad.

Vincent flexed his wrists slightly. "Just some lucky rats. The one they rescued was one I caught a while ago."

Peter Pettigrew is incredibly lucky to have managed to escape time and time again.

Russell looked into his confident eyes and said in a deep voice, "Vincent, I know you are very capable, but they are a bunch of reckless, morally bankrupt lunatics. Your life is far more valuable than theirs."

"Uncle Osmund, I understand what you mean." Vincent's eyes remained confident. "You know I'm not a reckless person. I won't confront them head-on."

Russell was relieved and patted his strong shoulder heavily. "If things don't go well in Britain, you can come here anytime. The French Ministry of Magic will always welcome you."

Vincent felt especially warm by this heartfelt kindness.

"Uncle Osmund, I definitely will."

Despite saying that, he secretly hoped that Russell's promise would never be fulfilled.

There is only one possibility that the situation in Britain is so dire that it is unbearable: Voldemort has led the Death Eaters to successfully seize the Ministry of Magic right under Dumbledore's nose.

After the chat, Vincent got back to work.

As evening approached, the more than 50 Magical Projection were finally tested and ready for use.

Ministry of Ministry of Magic staff need to stay here to protect the equipment, Russell also needs to go back and handle some paperwork.

After saying goodbye to them, Vincent and Hermione Apparition back in Britain.

They walked hand in hand through the bustling streets of London.

As they passed the Eggplant Restaurant, the two exchanged a smile.

"I wonder if Chef Ramsey is here today."

"It shouldn't be that unfortunate again."

While the two were enjoying a romantic candlelight dinner, Lucius, dressed in an expensive silk coat, walked into the Ministry of Magic.

After the Dark Mark reappeared, he received Fudge's "invitations" almost every day.

Sometimes it's assisting with an investigation, sometimes it's a private questioning, and sometimes it's just a simple chat over tea.

Lucius had no idea who had rescued Peter Pettigrew. Death Eaters usually operated while wearing masks, and if it weren't for a traitor trying to protect himself, he wouldn't have known he had so many acquaintances.

Of course, he wasn't the only one to receive this special treatment; former Death Eaters like Old Nott and Old Crabbe also received the same treatment.

The questions that needed to be asked have been asked, and the things that needed to be said have been said. It's just a matter of spending money to buy "indulgences," and the Malfoy Family doesn't lack Gold Galleons.

Lucius, holding an ornate Serpent-head Cane, stepped out of the elevator and strolled leisurely toward Fudge's office.

"Knock knock—"

"Come in."

He opened the door and the first thing he saw was a face full of hypocrisy.

"Oh— Lucius, my friend, you've finally come."

Fudge was very enthusiastic today, his attitude was completely different from before.

Lucius donned the same hypocritical mask, opened his arms, and gave him a gentle hug.

"Mr. Minister, am I not late?"

Fudge shook his head with a smile. "Of course not, my friend."

The two sat down at the coffee table and chatted very politely.

After a long string of pointless conversations, Fudge suddenly complained, "Sigh... there's been so much going on lately. The department is already short-staffed, and we also have to prepare for the World Cup final."

Lucius cursed inwardly.

Unable to obtain any useful information from them, this greedy old man set his sights on their family's wealth.

If the person cannot be found, they will continue to be drained dry. Once they are completely drained and still haven't found the person, they will become scapegoats because they have no value left.

Lucius, inwardly cursing, put on a concerned expression. "A shortage of manpower? Mr. Minister, what can I do for the Ministry of Magic?"

Fudge was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface he looked worried. "It's the same old problem, insufficient funds."

Lucius very generously took out a small velvet pouch from his pocket. "Mr. Minister, I happen to have some spare cash recently, and I hope it can help you."

Fudge quickly pushed the money bag back, "Lucius, you're putting me in a difficult position."

Is it too difficult? The subtext is that they think the pay is too low.

Even with his high level of self-control, Lucius couldn't help but curse inwardly again.

After all, he's a respectable person with a certain status, so his facial expressions are very well managed.

He pushed the money bag over again. "Mr. Minister, this is a donation I made to the Ministry of Magic in my personal capacity. I will contact the major families in a few days to hold a fundraising event. I hope our modest efforts can help the Ministry of Magic."

This time, Fudge didn't refuse and generously put the money bag into his pocket. "My friends, thank you for your continued support and trust in the Ministry of Magic. We will definitely get through this difficult time safely."

Lucius feigned some bewilderment, "Mr. Minister, it is our duty as Pure-blood Wizard to stand with the Ministry of Magic. This is what we should do."

The hypocritical politeness was on full display once again.

The two seemed to have forgotten some unpleasant things that had happened recently, and they were really like old friends, exchanging pleasantries and asking about each other's well-being.