The Ministry of Magic's secret passages are so narrow that they can barely allow two people to pass side by side.
Vincent had lost count of how many Ministry of Magic employees he had defeated along the way; he was just mechanically repeating the spells until he was almost numb.
After traversing the last uphill section, he finally returned to the ground.
He was on the shore of a beautiful lake, where he could see many ducks of different colors and sizes reflected in the water.
"Duck Park?" Vincent seemed to recognize the place. He looked up and around, his gaze settling on a magnificent building that shimmered like a dream.
Buckingham Palace, built two years before the British Ministry of Magic, is now the Queen's residence and office, as well as a symbol of the Britain Royal Family and an important symbol of national power.
The Ministry of Magic actually set up the entrance to the secret passage inside St. James's Park, right next to the Buckingham Palace. That's quite discreet.
Vincent had originally planned to enjoy the dazzling and enchanting night view, but the arrival of the uninvited guest immediately dampened his spirits.
Several black and white vortexes suddenly appeared in front of them, indicating that St. James's Park was not within the range of the Anti-Apparition Jinx set up by the Ministry of Magic.
Vincent raised his Serpent Staff Apparition in front of the red telephone booth where he had been.
The La Voiture Noire was parked quietly to the side, along with the Bugatti Veyron.
He didn't bother to erase the traces of Apparition, and the black and white vortexes quickly caught up.
"Vincent Wayne! Put it down immediately—"
The orange-red spell split up strangely, striking the Ministry of Magic staff who had just appeared one by one.
Vincent gently lifted the door of the La Voiture Noire and placed the briefcase and the Serpent Staff on the passenger seat.
He had already driven out of the alley before the next batch of reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrived.
London was brightly lit at night, but the traffic was not as heavy as during the day.
The La Voiture Noire weaves through traffic like a phantom, traveling at nearly 400 km/h on the road.
Vincent contacted his parents through the car's Magical Projection. They were still in the Courtroom Ten, and Fudge had issued public arrest warrants to neighboring countries.
Like Sirius Black who escaped from prison before, he was treated the same way—as the most wanted criminal in the British Wizarding World.
"What about Professor Dumbledore? Isn't he wanted?"
"No." Eric's face beamed with pride. "You've single-handedly turned the Ministry of Magic upside down. That idiot minister wouldn't dare to mess with your headmaster anymore."
George and Fred's big faces squeezed into the frame. "Dude, you have no idea how flustered Fudge was just now, it was hilarious!"
If Fudge knew his golden office was being Fiendfyre, he would definitely have a much funnier reaction.
Unfortunately Vincent couldn't witness it firsthand. "What's the attitude of Wizengamot?"
Hermione pulled Fred out of the frame. "Professor Elphias Doge, Marchbanks, and Mr. Ogden strongly protested Fudge's issuance of the arrest warrant. They removed the Wizengamot badge, threw it at Fudge's feet, and resigned together."
Neither of the two elders of Wizengamot could stop Fudge; he was determined to go all the way down the wrong path.
"I understand." Vincent noticed several unusual figures in the night sky through the rearview mirror. "I'll talk to you later, the Ministry of Magic is on our way."
After hanging up the call, he deliberately slowed down to let the Ministry of Magic employees riding flying brooms catch up behind him.
He lifted the car door and then opened the briefcase on the passenger seat.
Pandora quickly transformed into a single-soldier rocket launcher, Vincent jerked the steering wheel with his right hand, pulling the trigger as he rounded the corner.
The Ministry of Magic staff on the flying broomsticks scrambled to respond, but due to the immense power of the explosion, nearly half of them were killed instantly.
Just as they were about to launch a counterattack, the La Voiture Noire, which had been traveling on the road, miraculously grew wings and took off.
The car's retro and understated lines begin to lengthen and become sharper, and the Bugatti family's signature horseshoe grille is flattened, resembling the tip of a sword.
The wings spread out at an exaggerated angle, exhibiting characteristics of both swept wings extending backward and delta wings with a small aspect ratio, and their shape resembles the Greece letter "λ" (Lambda).
"Muggle's iron bird!?" The Ministry of Magic staff who were not affected by the explosion stared in disbelief as the La Voiture Noire continued to rise.
With its inverted triangular shape, all-black body, and wings that blend perfectly with the fuselage, the aircraft has no ailerons, no vertical tail, and not even a horizontal tail. Its lines are sharp and angular, exuding a futuristic feel, as if it were a space fighter from the future.
Just as they were marveling at the rapid development of Muggle technology, La Voiture Noire, transformed into a fighter jet, suddenly opened its cockpit canopy.
Vincent, armed with two Gatling guns, jumped onto the left wing and opened fire on them.
Rubber bullets, blazing with blue flames, rained down in a dense barrage, and even the Quidditch player could only be shot down under their relentless bombardment.
"Mom! Look, it's an alien!"
A Muggle child holds his mother's hand with his left hand and points with his right hand to the La Voiture Noire hovering outside the house.
Vincent turned his head and smiled at the mother and son, then put away Pandora, which had transformed back into a briefcase, and jumped back into the cockpit.
"Mommy, Mommy, why do aliens look exactly like us?"
His mother didn't know what to say either.
Late at night, a fighter jet that clearly didn't belong to this era was parked above his house, and a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed man was standing on its wing.
This doesn't look like a movie shoot. Could it be a spy movie? James Bond?
"Honey, he's probably not an alien."
"Huh? Then what is he?"
Just as the child's mother was about to say Bond's name, the La Voiture Noire suddenly accelerated from its stillness and appeared high in the sky.
To her shock, such terrifying acceleration did not create any air blasts or even produce any noise, completely defying the laws of physics.
"That... he... he might be from the future."
"A time traveler?" The Muggle child craned his neck excitedly. "That's so cool! Mom, is he going back to the future?"
"I hope so."
Vincent, in the cockpit of The La Voiture Noire, aimlessly pilots his fighter jet high above central London.
That scene was definitely witnessed by more than just a Muggle mother and child. The British Ministry of Magic was in such a mess tonight because of him that the Memory Charmers in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad are probably too busy to handle it all.
Vincent looked out at the clouds, which were tinged silvery-white by the moonlight.
The Ministry of Magic's wanted notices are really not that serious. Back then, Grindelwald was wanted by the German Ministry of Magic, but he still swaggered off to run for the new president of the International Confederation of Wizards.
When one thinks of Germany, one inevitably thinks of those Wizards' Purity Party elders.
Half a century has passed; everything must have changed drastically by now.