The Fall of the North American Wizards' Purity Party!
Vincent is now very glad that he only watched one movie.
Otherwise, after witnessing Voldemort's strength in the final battle, he might become a master of survival like him.
"Teacher, have you seen other futures?"
Grindelwald shook his head slightly. "I just see what you're going to do in the future, which perfectly matches Albus Dumbledore and my original ideas."
Since it was the beginning, it wasn't wizards who ruled over Muggle.
As long as the fear stemming from the unknown remains unresolved, another war will inevitably break out between the two sides.
The repeal of the International Statute of Secrecy is a certainty, but that would be a hellish scenario.
Europe alone is a headache enough; the Americas, Africa, Asia, and Australia combined make it almost as difficult as India successfully gaining a permanent seat on the UN Security Council.
Infiltration, covert operations, espionage...
After dinner, Vincent had a general idea of what was going on.
Grindelwald initially formed an army, intending to use absolute force to break the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.
He was too hasty afterward, which exposed the risk of threatening the stability of the Wizarding World.
After failing to become Supreme Mugwump, the only option left was to start a war under complete exposure.
What if the army, which is out in the open, were developed into high-ranking officials hidden in the shadows of the magical governments of various countries?
Singing only one's own votes is something even Mei Xizong didn't achieve.
The general direction is there; the most important thing now is to Wandless Magic.
Grindelwald did not equip any weapons, and the white humanoid remained in the same state as before.
Even so, Vincent still passed out after taking a few more blows.
This situation lasted for a full seven days.
The Americas, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
After a thorough search, the Auror found only a few strands of hair.
Meanwhile, the Wizards' Purity Party has gained a great deal.
With the help of Special Squad sent by the SAS, a long-abandoned base in the New York sewers was discovered.
The reason we could find was quite absurd; it was actually because of a few homeless people from about half a year ago.
They witnessed Viktor enter a dead end and never come out again.
Brand, who is good at digging into details, directly removed the wall and found a symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
The base is now teeming with Auror, and Bradley has even gone inside to search for them himself.
When Randolph arrived, the place had been basically emptied out.
"How is the situation?"
"Mr. Chairman, I can confirm that the vampire was here not long ago."
Bradley crouched down and looked at the footprints on the carpet that had been restored with Repairing Charm.
"Although he had covered the dust back up, the finishing touches still revealed him and a woman."
Perhaps because the chances of being discovered here were very low, Viktor left after cleaning up the blood and the wine glass.
"Lady?" Randolph looked down and saw several women's high heel prints.
The most likely candidate is Vida Rosier, who is under close surveillance in France.
This veteran Wizards' Purity Party member, who remains unmarried to this day, would probably be living a life of hiding like Viktor if he weren't the heir to the French Rosier Family.
"Minister Russell once said that she had briefly left France. Does the timing match up?"
"Completely consistent." Bradley's face showed a hint of shame. "Mr. Chairman, it was actually Mr. Wayne who called in the Muggle special forces to discover this place."
Randolph looked slightly surprised. "Is the job done?"
"It's all better now. Mr. Wayne didn't say anything, but I could sense that he was a little dissatisfied."
The Auror, who had been tracking the Wizards' Purity Party for half a century, were actually found by a group of Muggle special forces members.
Erasing the memory afterward would make anyone feel uncomfortable.
"We rely too much on magic." Randolph had to admit the merits of the Muggle.
This level of attention to detail cannot be compensated for by experience.
The Auror did search the underground, but they were immediately subjected to Muggle-Repelling Charm upon their appearance.
They let eyewitnesses go free, three times already.
"They're like cockroaches; finding one means there are countless others."
Bradley frowned deeply. "Mr. Chairman, we can use this opportunity to thoroughly search the entire North America."
Do you think they have ulterior motives?
"You know about Vincent's collaboration with our office. If all goes well, we can save at least a third of our effort."
All coastal cities in the Pacific Ocean region will face the threat of Furaikan, which is releasing heat.
With sniper rifles reforged through Alchemy and bullets engraved with Magical Circuit, perhaps in the future only one seasoned Auror will be needed to be on standby.
The personnel saved will definitely be used for other things.
"Either they're threatening Dumbledore, or they're trying to make things difficult for us."
Given Viktor's personality, there's a high probability that he'd have this idea.
Randolph didn't remain silent for long. "Leave some behind to handle the defense, and the rest go outside."
Full of fighting spirit, Bradley strode out of the base.
More than half a century has passed, and finally we can see a glimmer of hope for the demise of the Wizards' Purity Party.
Viktor, standing outside Nurmengard, was filled with despair at that moment.
"Mr. Brad, don't you like this flavor?"
Viktor's thin lips trembled slightly.
The plate of Italy in front of you, drizzled with bright red sauce, was cooked by Vincent himself.
He was careless at the time and didn't expect to be retaliated against, so he casually said that he liked red food.
Quite by chance, the Mithril Briefcase contained a small chili pepper that had been enchanted with Preservation Charm.
It is shaped like an eggplant and is no more than 6 centimeters long.
It's called the Habanero Pepper, and it has a spiciness level of 100,000 to 350,000.
Vincent was still human; at least he diluted the sauce.
Viktor twirled half a plate of Italy with his fork and put it into his mouth with considerable elegance and grace.
It was really spicy, but not as spicy as I had imagined.
Just as he was planning to arrange for eel Guodong the next day, Vincent smiled and took out a small, bright red bottle.
Even through the red lid, he felt a lot of discomfort in his nose.
"Mr. Brad, would you like some more sauce?"
Without saying a word, Viktor rolled up the remaining half plate of Italy.
This speed is much faster than the white humanoid figure created by magic on the top floor.
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.
After seven days, he was finally able to keep up with the reactions.
Unfortunately, after so many days, I still haven't been able to use magic in dangerous situations.
With the progress of Wandless Magic coming to a halt, Grindelwald finally let him go out for some fresh air.
"Mr. Brad, are you not planning to go back to America?"
"Our base has been discovered." Viktor's expression was slightly helpless.
"Your father called in some special Muggle units and found one of them hiding in the sewers."
"You can sense it from this far away?"
"I was too arrogant. I only set up remote monitoring magic, but not the relevant anti-intrusion magic."