The Leanne Family's hotel business spans the globe, and after Vincent entered the palatial Royal Suite, he gained a deeper understanding of their wealth and power.
It's often said that attending Eton College is like gaining a powerful network of connections, and it's no joke.
Vincent looked at Hunter, who was wearing a vest and shorts, and felt a sense of unreality.
Is there something on my face?
"No." Vincent tried to relax as much as possible. "I just don't think Uncle Hunter looks like a rich man."
Hunter smiled and waved to him, walking toward the stately and luxurious bar. "Eric has told you about me, hasn't he? We have a lot of rules in my family. A big part of the reason I joined the army was because I couldn't stand the old man in my family."
Behind the bar, an entire wall was filled with top-quality liquors from around the world. Hunter casually picked up a bottle of Macallan Whiskey with a severely faded label. "Graduation—marriage—inheriting the family business, I don't want to live such a boring life forever."
He opened the bottle, and the fresh scent of vanilla and citrus immediately filled the room. "By the way, I was promoted to lieutenant colonel at the beginning of the year and now I have my own troops. At least I don't have to see that old man's grumpy face anymore."
British Army colonels are primarily responsible for tactical command, troop management, and training. Although the commander is a lieutenant general or general, the specific tactical command authority is exercised by the lieutenant colonel.
Vincent tactfully picked up two crystal glasses. "Congratulations on your promotion to lieutenant colonel, Uncle Hunter."
After clinking glasses, the two took a small sip of the complex and aged Macallan Whiskey.
It truly lives up to its reputation as the Rolls-Royce of single malt whiskies, boasting rich flavors of dried fruit, honey, vanilla, and spices, with a unique taste and full-bodied character.
After a few casual words, Vincent put down his glass. "Uncle Hunter, a war without gunpowder is about to begin."
Hunter's smile vanished. "What exactly happened? Your family suddenly moved to France, and Eric is being so secretive, refusing to say more."
"Voldemort is back."
"Voldemort?" Hunter's expression changed drastically. "That monster who indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people more than a decade ago?"
Many innocent Muggle were killed in the Wizarding Wars, and Hunter had heard Eric mention Voldemort, the madman, more than once.
Vincent nodded solemnly. "My father told you about our Minister for Magic, didn't he?"
"I told you, you're an idiot."
He tapped the Magical Communicator on his wrist. "Thanks to him, I am now the most wanted criminal in the Britain and Germany Wizarding World."
The sudden appearance of the projection screen startled Hunter, and the two wanted posters displayed on it almost made him drop the crystal wine glass in his hand.
He didn't understand German, but the one written in English was truly appalling.
The British Ministry of Magic's Top Urgent Wanted Notice
(By order No. 666 issued by Wizengamot.)
Name:
Vincent Edward Wayne
Age:
19
Personal Magical Runes:
?
Summary of the crimes:
▽He bullied fellow students and teachers multiple times over four years, violated school rules countless times, and used his position as chairman of the Board of Governors to pressure the school to cover up the facts.
▽They claim the return of the You-Know-Who, creating panic and splitting the British Wizarding World.
▽They illegally stole private information from wizards worldwide through a backdoor in Magical Communicator, and are suspected of possessing incriminating evidence against a large number of high-ranking magical government officials.
▽The use of magic in court violated hearing rules, resulting in significant casualties.
▽Illegally modifying Muggle Iron Wand and turning them into terrifying killing weapons, instantly wiping out an elite Auror Squad.
▽An attempt to burn down the British Ministry of Magic with Fiendfyre nearly paralyzed its administration and seriously injured nearly half of its staff.
▽Using evil Dark Magic to control the Dementors to leave Azkaban, releasing 12 Death Eaters core members and 5 Death Eaters assistants.
Hazardous characteristics:
▽The registered wand is made of alder wood with a Phoenix Feather core.
▽Proficient in Wandless Magic, skilled in Human Transfiguration, and a born master of Occlumency.
▽Illegally made wand, in the shape of a thick wooden stick with two snakes entwined, the material and core of which are unknown, mixed with Mithril, can Transfiguration and can cast multiple spells on multiple targets at the same time.
▽The level of Dark Magic is extremely high, capable of unleashing large areas of Fiendfyre instantly.
▽An alchemical killing weapon in the shape of a briefcase, created without login or registration. It is a giant steel monster with multiple Muggle weapon functions and destructive power far exceeding that of Muggle.
▽Owns a black Muggle car that Transfiguration Muggle Steel Bird, made of what appears to be Mithril, and is extremely fast.
Bounty:
1 million Gold Galleons (regardless of life or death)
Arrest Notice:
X should not underestimate his age and magical knowledge; he once had the right to use Time-Turner for an entire school year.
X is strictly prohibited from acting alone. He possesses top-notch Alchemy skills, his father is the largest arms dealer in Europe, he has a strong physique, extensive combat experience, and is capable of snatching a wand with his bare hands. Do not attack him unless you are absolutely certain of success.
Validity period:
Until the criminal is formally apprehended
Issuing Authority:
Issued jointly by the British Ministry of Magic and Wizengamot.
Hunter carefully read the wanted poster three times. He suddenly twitched his lips and pointed forcefully at the age column on the projection screen. "I remember you were born in 1980, right? That year, my old man forced me to come back for blind dates. I even held you in the hospital when you were less than a month old."
It's 1995 now, so Vincent should be 15 years old.
Does time flow differently in the Wizarding World compared to the outside world?
Vincent pointed to the wanted poster below and patiently explained, "The extra four years were the price I paid for using the Time-Turner..."
Hunter's worldview was shattered once again.
Despite the strict regulations, in the ever-changing battlefield, the Time-Turner is practically a sure-fire weapon for victory.
After Vincent several stern warnings, Hunter finally gave up the idea of getting one.
"In short, I am wanted by the British Ministry of Magic because I revealed the truth."
Hunter glanced at another wanted poster from the German Ministry of Magic. "This is in German? When did the Germany become so friendly with us? They're even willing to help us put out a warrant for your arrest."
Vincent chuckled dryly. "That's because I went to Germany recently."
Hunter nodded.
"Another of my teachers did something wrong more than half a century ago, which implicated a group of old men. They are all very old, and I can't just watch them die in prison."
"So you went to Germany to save them?"
"Yes, and then I was wanted by the Ministry of Magic there."
Hunter's lips twitched violently again. "I'd like to ask, what exactly did your teacher do wrong?"
Vincent said casually, "It's nothing. It was during World War II. He foresaw the birth of nuclear weapons and got the old men involved in a revolution."
Without a doubt, the revolution was doomed to fail.
Hunter said "Oh," and tilted his head back to drink the whiskey in his crystal glass.
He calmed himself down a bit. "To put it simply, that ruthless killer from back then has returned. You told the truth, and your stupid minister held a hearing to shut you up. If you disagreed, they would put you on the wanted list."
Vincent rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. "Yes, that's about right."
Hunter squinted, "Then you went to Germany, brought out that group of old men whose revolution failed, and got wanted by the German Ministry of Magic."
Vincent slowly nodded. "Yes, that's right."
Hunter rolled his eyes rudely. "You Wayne family really are... I don't even know what to say about you."