Vincent appeared, more than a dozen figures wearing identical white cloaks and white masks suddenly appeared in the hall.
The projection screen in the hall was still playing clips of the Berlin incident. The Dominator Pistol they were holding, emitting a ghostly blue light, were clearly the same model as those in the video. None of the wizards dared to make a move.
Destroying half a factory or a church that has sunk to the bottom of a river would be more than enough.
"Wayne!" Fudge shouted excitedly, "Guards! Activate the guards!"
The Italian Ministry of Magic also wanted to bring the gargoyle guards outside to life, but as soon as he drew his wand, a gun barrel emitting a ghostly blue light was pointed at his forehead.
Vincent raised his hand to signal the old man to put down his gun. "Gentlemen, I mean no harm."
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, he walked unhurriedly to the center of the hall.
"I'm here to clarify something."
He looked at Belg, whose face was grim. "I did what happened in Erkstag, but—"
He turned to look at Fudge, whose face was somewhat ferocious. "But I didn't do the mess in Azkaban, so I have no reason to save a bunch of lunatics."
"Nonsense!" Fudge's eyes widened. "You've conspired with the Dementors! If they hadn't left, those Death Eaters would never have escaped Azkaban!"
Vincent looked at him with disdain. "The British Ministry of Magic under your leadership is utterly incompetent. A wizarding prison holding countless serious criminals is entirely guarded by Dementors."
Fudge's face turned ashen; he wanted to refute but couldn't find a suitable reason.
"Mr. Wayne— " Belg's face was tense, as gloomy as an impending storm, "Your clarification is useless. Putting aside the Erkstag matter, the Berlin incident was caused by you."
Vincent nodded calmly. "It was indeed my fault, but I have surrendered to the Germany Muggle government and compensated for all the economic losses."
Belg clenched his teeth.
No wonder his suggestion to the president to issue an arrest warrant in the Muggle world was met with a firm rejection; it turns out they had agreed on terms in private.
The thought of the large number of people under surveillance disappearing after the Berlin attacks made him glare angrily at the white figure in the hall.
Beneath those expressionless white masks were undoubtedly the faces of the old Wizards' Purity Party Vincent had rescued from Erkstag.
Vincent then turned to Akinbad behind him and said, "I'm done speaking, Mr. Acting Chairman. You may proceed with the vote."
Akinbad's deep wrinkles were as sharp as knives, and his eyes revealed a strong murderous intent.
The last wizard to dare to publicly challenge the authority of the International Confederation of Wizards was Grindelwald, whose influence spanned the globe.
"Mr. Wayne, you really don't respect the International Confederation of Wizards at all."
Vincent's lips curled slightly upward. "Why should I take an organization seriously that can appoint and dismiss its president with just a little scheming?"
His words were full of sarcasm and contempt, which made the representatives of various magical governments very uncomfortable.
Fudge, in particular, immediately exploded, yelling, "Wayne! What do you mean by this?!"
Vincent glanced at him sideways. "Cornelius Fudge, you are the epitome of hypocrisy. You dare to do it but not admit it. I despise you."
"Enough!" Akinbad shouted. "Mr. Wayne, the International Confederation of Wizards has its International Confederation of Wizards rules and regulations. You may not agree with them, but you must respect them."
"Ha—" Vincent sneered, "When rules and regulations become tools for the struggle for power, they are not worthy of anyone's respect."
Fudge is pushing hard for the election, but doesn't Akinbad have any interest in the chairmanship?
Faced with Vincent's undisguised accusations, Akinbad could only offer a dark expression and offered no further response.
Everyone fell silent; the hall was deathly still.
If Dumbledore had been there, would a perfectly good meeting have turned into a joke?
Fudge could feel their intense gazes, but he showed no remorse. "Spreading rumors! Vincent Wayne, you're just a wanted criminal, you have no right to comment on the International Confederation of Wizards!"
More than a dozen gun barrels emitting a ghostly blue light were instantly pointed at him, as if they were about to unleash a deadly beam that could destroy half a factory at any moment.
Fudge instinctively shrank his neck, but quickly straightened up again.
The hall is full of representatives from various countries' magical governments. If anyone dares to attack us, it would be tantamount to offending the entire global Wizarding World.
Vincent didn't even bother to look at Fudge, who was so confident.
"It's truly pathetic that the most powerful wizard of our time has been dethroned by such a clown."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to reach everyone's ears.
No matter how capable Fudge is, he is still just the Minister of British Ministry of Magic.
Even before he was born, Dumbledore was already somewhat famous worldwide.
One is a politician who only knows how to praise himself and is like a clown.
The other is a universally acclaimed hero who has repeatedly saved the Wizarding World.
Anyone with eyes that aren't blind and ears that aren't deaf can tell that Dumbledore's appointments and dismissals were shady.
Vincent suddenly sighed, "You're all equally pathetic. Do you really need me, a wanted criminal, to remind you of something so obvious?"
Many representatives of the magical government felt ashamed, especially those who were close to Dumbledore.
Rita had secretly started a live stream, was overjoyed.
Her expectations were not disappointed; this was big news, earth-shattering news.
More than half a century later, another wizard has emerged who will shake the global Wizarding World.
Just as she was excitedly speculating about what would happen next, the lights in the hall suddenly went out.
Outside the stained glass window at my feet, something seemed to be blocking the light.
"Gentlemen—" Vincent snapped his fingers, revealing the La Voiture Noire in submarine form, "I have clarified what I needed to clarify and said what I needed to say, so I will not disturb your meeting any longer."
"Wait!" Akinbad's murderous intent had mostly disappeared, but his expression was still very ugly.
"Mr. Wayne, you've stirred up such a huge storm, it's not appropriate for you to just leave like this, is it?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips, his azure eyes gleaming with a mocking glint. "Otherwise what? Mr. Acting Chairman, do you want to turn this place into a battlefield?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the muzzles of the guns, emitting a ghostly blue light, all pointed at Akinbad.
The faces of the representatives from various countries changed drastically. The church was located at the bottom of the Venice Grand Canal. Who knew Vincent would act as recklessly as he did in Berlin?
Even if they were confident they could capture him immediately, they wouldn't dare risk revealing their magic.
If Dumbledore were there...
Countless fervent gazes once again focused on Fudge.
It's all that bastard's fault!