The dark wizard outside Windsor Castle was eventually imprisoned in Azkaban for attacking the Muggle Queen. Kingsley did a good job of cleaning up the mess, and no information about Vincent was revealed.
When Lucius returned to the Malfoy Manor looking disheveled, he was unsurprisingly ridiculed. He argued that he was powerless to resist because he didn't have a wand; if he did, he would have killed that filthy Mudblood long ago.
Voldemort humiliated him severely, throwing him out of the room like a rag.
"A piece of trash is a piece of trash; I shouldn't have any expectations."
In any case, Lucius's life was saved at least.
While the Daily Prophet was updating the news of the attack on the Muggle Queen, Vincent quietly appeared at 10 Downing Street.
The current prime minister is the leader of the Conservative Party. He is very capable and has successfully led the Britain economy to continue to grow, lower interest rates, reduce inflation, and lower unemployment during his years in office.
He had long heard of the most wanted criminal in the Wizarding World.
Out of respect for the Queen, he gave Vincent a warm welcome.
After a few polite exchanges, they had lunch together.
The Prime Minister's wife is dignified and elegant, and her cooking skills are far superior to those of most Britain housewives who can only open jars.
Vincent's heartfelt praise for her cooking skills greatly changed the Prime Minister's impression of him.
He's polite and articulate; he doesn't resemble a terrifying dark wizard at all.
After lunch and the chat, the Prime Minister's wife very considerately went back to her room, leaving the living room to the two of them.
With only two years left in his term, the Prime Minister, who previously served as Foreign Secretary and Finance Secretary, is well aware of the immense difficulty of uniting nations around the world.
However, controlled nuclear fusion is a project that benefits all mankind, and as the leader of the Conservative Party, he believes that no matter how difficult it is, the project should be pushed forward with all our might.
The subsequent communication went very smoothly. Once the council officially approves it, Vincent will serve as a special advisor to the project, in charge of all matters related to magic.
The government will actively lobby countries around the world. Europe is relatively easy to reach, given the precedent of the European Joint Ring Tokamak device located at the Calum Science Center in Oxfordshire, England.
With the deal settled, Vincent left behind a one-way Magical Communicator and returned to the Lein Hotel.
Hunter, who was sprawled on the sofa watching TV, straightened up. "How's it going? Is everything alright?"
"Certainly."
Vincent took off his cloak and sat down to patiently satisfy his curiosity.
When Hunter heard that the Queen had invited Vincent to be the royal court wizard, his face contorted in horror, and his eyes gleamed with a green light.
"I refused."
Hunter visibly relaxed, but quickly looked puzzled. "Why? If you become the royal court wizard, your Ministry of Magic won't be able to do anything to you, right?"
Vincent shook his head and smiled wryly, "Uncle Hunter, things are not as simple as you think. I know this is the Queen's good intention, but it will seriously hinder my plans."
His initial idea was to gradually transition magic from Muggle military applications to civilian fields such as healthcare. Now that there is controlled nuclear fusion, a project that Muggle governments around the world cannot refuse, he cannot have any political identity.
"A warrant from the Wizarding World is nothing. It would be a loss if the Muggle government turned against magic because of me."
Although Hunter was a soldier, he knew how sensitive politics could be once he reached the rank of colonel.
A fundamental ideological conflict and a clash of national strategic interests could have sparked a 44-year Cold War. Had neither side exercised restraint at crucial moments, the world might have been destroyed by nuclear weapons long ago.
"Hmm—" Hunter suddenly glanced at Vincent, "Are you some kind of monster? How come you have such a deep political awareness at such a young age?"
Vincent chuckled dryly. "I may hate politics, but that doesn't mean I don't understand it. Besides, you should know who my teacher is."
An old monster who has lived for over 600 years, and an old revolutionary who almost overthrew the world order.
Hunter suddenly felt a chill. "So what's next? You rejected the Queen to her face, she wasn't angry, was she?"
Vincent shook his head. "No, we talked about Professor Dumbledore later, and then the dark wizard came knocking on our door."
"A dark wizard!?" Hunter immediately tensed up.
"They came for me, but I've already taken care of them."
"Them? There's more than one?"
"Don't worry, they won't have a chance to find this hotel."
The meeting with the Prime Minister went smoothly; after a brief exchange, Vincent returned to his room.
While outside, Hunter suddenly remembered something very important.
The old men in the parliament are notoriously slow; even at their fastest, it takes ten days to half a month.
Just as he was about to get up and ask, Vincent had changed his clothes, happened to walk out of the room.
Where are you going?
"Go back."
The weight on Hunter's heart finally lifted.
If Vincent stayed in the hotel, he would be on edge all the time.
If even a dark wizard could find it, then the Ministry of Magic must have been incredibly secretive.
"Oh, right." Vincent was standing by the window, suddenly turned around. "Uncle Hunter, I'll be back next week. You'd better hurry up with the formation of MAST-MA."
What's meant to happen will happen sooner or later; there's no escaping it.
Hunter was also very conscientious. "Okay, I've already selected the members. I'll inform them when my vacation ends the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Vincent leaped and landed on the invisible La Voiture Noire.
A few days later, on August 11, the International Confederation of Wizards held a conference in Venice, Italy.
There are three core themes at this conference:
First, the revision of the "Joint Memorandum on the Management of Cross-border Trade in Fantastic Beasts and the Regulation of Trade in Dark Magic Items"
Secondly, the discussion focused on the recent large-scale and serious leak of magical information in Berlin, Germany.
Thirdly, the election of the new president of the International Confederation of Wizards.
As in previous years, this conference was not open to the public, but apart from journalists, many anchors arrived in Venice early.
At 8 a. m., representatives from various magical governments boarded special black gondolas and headed to the underwater meeting place.
Downstream from the Rialto Bridge, a thin mist lingers year-round, causing any Muggle who strays to lose their way and return, forgetting they were ever there.
An Italian Ministry of Magic official, acting as the gondola driver, steered the gondola through the mist toward a whirlpool that silently split open on the water's surface. Before sinking, a giant bubble enveloped the gondola and its passengers.
Beneath the clear river water lies an inverted Gothic church, surrounded by countless Sorcerer's Stone wielding rusted tridents.
The sunken Church of the Holy Mother is the venue for this meeting, and the gargoyles are guardians that can come to life instantly.