Eric was very efficient. Vincent went back to the hotel, took a shower, and the Queen and the Prime Minister's schedule for the next few days was sent to him online in document form.
Tomorrow at 10 a. m., the Queen will travel with her family to Windsor Castle for a week-long holiday.
As for the Prime Minister, he had no plans to go out after yesterday's Edinburgh Festival. Meeting at the Parliament Palace of Westminster would have been too ostentatious, so 10 Downing Street would have been a better choice.
Vincent planned out his schedule for tomorrow and then went to rest.
Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, was shrouded in darkness as usual.
Lucius dragged his weary body back to his room, Narcissa quickly went to help him up.
"Have they tormented you again?"
He forced a smile. "It's okay, I'm used to it."
As long as he remains of use to Voldemort, his life can still be guaranteed.
Narcissa let him rest his head on her lap and gently smoothed his furrowed brow with her long, slender fingers. "Still no news of Wayne? For Draco's sake, we must appease the Dark Lord."
"That little bastard caused a huge scene in Germany a few days ago. Several of the black wizards I just bribed have quit. It will probably be difficult to get any updates on him anytime soon."
Lucius finished speaking and sighed softly.
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
Voldemort's target was Vincent, who possessed the Serpent Staff. However, Lucius did not naively believe that offering the Serpent Staff would change his situation.
Perhaps his status among the Death Eaters would rise slightly, but in the eyes of the capricious Voldemort, he would always be a traitor, a piece of trash who couldn't even protect his diary.
The Serpent Staff was merely his lifeline; trying to curry favor? Once he was no longer of any use, Voldemort could wipe him out with a flick of his finger.
These things remained hidden in Lucius's heart. He didn't want Narcissa to worry, and he could bear the insults and ridicule.
"Gu Gu— " A gray owl flew in through the window and landed on the bed.
Lucius sat up with a start.
He eagerly took down the letter and began to read it, his expression growing increasingly excited.
Seeing this, Narcissa silently took out a cloth bag full of Gold Galleons and handed it to the owl.
She leaned closer to Lucius. "Is there good news?"
"That's right, finally we have news about that little rascal!"
Lucius was overjoyed. "He actually dared to come back to Britain. Once I get the Serpent Staff, I'll take him to the Ministry of Magic."
By personally capturing British Wizarding World's most wanted criminal, the Malfoy Family's prestige will reach unprecedented heights.
While Lucius was urgently arranging the operation, Vincent, fast asleep, was unaware that his whereabouts had been exposed.
He didn't intend to hide when he returned to Britain this time. It would be good if he could avoid being discovered, but even if he was discovered, it wouldn't matter. The La Voiture Noire had actually been waiting nearby all along.
At 8 a. m., the sun was shining brightly, making it a perfect day for an outing.
William went home last night, Hunter was watching the news on TV in the living room, bored.
Vincent sat at the dining table on the other side of the living room, leisurely enjoying the standard English breakfast provided by the hotel.
Fried eggs, bacon, sausage, baked beans in tomato sauce, roasted tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried potato wedges, toast, oatmeal, and black tea—the wide variety of dishes goes beyond the scope of breakfast, which may be why Lein Hotel can open all over the world.
"Uncle Hunter, aren't you going back to the army?"
"I'm on vacation."
Vincent took a sip of his black tea. "If you're worried, we can go to Windsor Castle together later."
Hunter waved his hand lazily, "I'm not as bold as you, kid. I still want to stay in the army."
"Then when I get back, shall we go see the Prime Minister together?"
This suggestion made Hunter straighten up instantly. He thought about it for a moment, and finally shook his head.
MAST-MA has not yet been established, and it will not do any good for the development of the force if the Queen and the Prime Minister start to pay attention to it.
Being cautious is the right thing to do, Vincent understands his feelings.
Hunter is, after all, an army colonel. If he were to act with wizards, it would inevitably lead to wild speculation from the Muggle government.
Politicians are very sensitive, and the breakdown in Fudge's relationship with Dumbledore is a prime example.
After breakfast, Vincent put on a white sleeveless cloak symbolizing the Succession Society.
Hunter's eyes lit up. "Good taste! I thought wizards only wore dark clothes."
"Really?" Vincent put on the white Imposter Mask. "My girlfriend designed it."
Hunter's expression immediately turned as if he had swallowed a fly.
"There are many single witches in the Wizarding World. Shall I introduce you to someone another day?"
"Get lost, my affairs are none of your business."
Vincent's lips curled into a wide smile beneath his mask. "Uncle Hunter, I'm off!"
Hunter waved casually and slumped back onto the sofa.
Vincent went to the open arched doorway and jumped down, disappearing mid-fall.
A moment later, a wizard dressed in a black robe appeared amidst the lingering magical aura.
His entire face was almost completely hidden under the hood, with only one side of his mouth showing in a ferocious grin.
There are two royal boroughs in southeast England, 40 kilometers west of Charing Cross Road in London: Windsor and Maidenhead.
The borough of Windsor and Maidenhead boasts numerous royal heritage sites, including the prestigious Eton College, a boys' school located next to Windsor Castle, the world's largest surviving inhabited castle.
As the official residence of the Britain monarch, its history can be traced back to the reign of William the First. It was originally built to prevent the Britain people from rebelling. William the Conqueror built nine large castles about 32 kilometers apart, forming a fortified defensive line that could support each other. Windsor was the largest of the nine castles.
However, Windsor Castle has been a royal residence since the 12th century.
Vincent, perched on a hill on the South Bank of the Thames River, gazed at the majestic and imposing granite building from afar.
The enormous castle is divided into east and west sections.
To the east is the royal private residence, including the King and Queen's dining room, studio, ballroom, audience room, living room, Waterloo Room, George's Church, etc.
The west side includes the entrance to Windsor Castle from the Thames River, which contains a famous church, George's Church, located in the central part of the West End. Construction began in 1475, and it is a Gothic vertical building that was popular at the time. Its architectural achievements are second only to Westminster Abbey in London Britain.
Vincent's gaze was fixed on the castle's heavy stone walls. It was 10 a. m., and the royal train should already be on its way.
After nearly an hour's wait, the burgundy Royal Train finally arrived at Windsor Station.