The Berlin Reichstag was built in 1884 and retains its original brick and stone structure and classical facade, including traditional elements such as colonnades and pediments, reflecting the imperial style of the late 19th century.
After the reunification of East and West Germany, the building began a modernization project, which included the addition of a signature modern glass dome to symbolize political transparency.
Although it is not yet completed, its unique style, which blends classical and modern elements, is already evident.
However, this center of Germany's highest power was greeted by uninvited guests: three Tornado fighter-bombers that were supposed to be carrying out a bombing mission.
The sudden appearance of the bomber prompted the guards to immediately raise their guns. They approached cautiously, and a white figure suddenly landed steadily on the lawn.
It was indeed difficult to concentrate while Apparition with three large creatures, but fortunately there were no major deviations.
"Who goes there? Hands up!"
Vincent turned to look at the bomber cockpit behind him.
Side-Along Apparition appear is no pleasant experience, especially with three large creatures in tow. Even though the driver inside wasn't unconscious, he was completely disoriented.
"Bang—"
Faced with the sudden appearance of the intruders, the guards decisively pulled the triggers, but the dense bullets all stopped behind the intruders.
This bizarre scene startled the well-trained guards for a moment, but they reacted quickly, unleashing exceptionally fierce fighting moves as they pounced on the intruders.
An even more bizarre scene unfolded: after the intruders turned to face them, all the guards collapsed onto the lawn like puppets with broken strings.
Vincent surveyed the Reichstag before him, but did not detect the presence of any other wizards.
Logically, the Ministry of Magic would send wizards to guard important Muggle government facilities.
Suddenly, he raised his Serpent Staff, freezing a bullet that was aimed at his forehead.
He turned to look at the top of a building in the distance, and slowly reached out to deflect the bullet that was frozen in front of him.
The sniper in the distance continued to pull the trigger, but the next second, the bullet was also mysteriously frozen in place.
Vincent walked nonchalantly toward the Reichstag. The strange events that had just occurred made the guards hesitant to make any further moves, but they never lowered their guns.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and just as it was about to reach its peak, several figures rushed out of the main entrance of the building. They were the Secretary of State and the President's bodyguards.
Vincent stopped and put away his Serpent Staff as a gesture of goodwill.
The large wooden stick was shoved into the ring in the blink of an eye. The State Secretary, with a complicated expression, raised his hand and pressed it down on the guards, "Put down your gun!"
He then said in English, "Sir wizard from the Wizarding World, what brings you here?"
Vincent raised his hands, his attitude very sincere, "I've come to turn myself in."
"Confess?" The State Secretary looked at him with a bewildered expression.
The evil black wizard who caused serious damage to downtown Berlin, destroyed hundreds of meters of road, took away three bombers, suddenly appeared at the Reichstag, and then made six guards lose consciousness instantly was actually a surrendered person.
The Secretary of State had only just come to terms with the existence of magic, and now this shocking event had happened; his heart was about to give way.
Vincent repeated, "Yes, I'm from the surrender."
The State Secretary looked at the three Tornado fighter-bombers on the lawn, then at the bullets scattered all over the ground.
Judging from his voice, he shouldn't be very old, but his skills... if he has any bad intentions, the Reichstag's defenses alone wouldn't be able to stop him.
The Secretary of State smiled and said, "Mr. Wizard, you're joking."
"I'm not joking now." Vincent looked at the wisps of black smoke rising in the distance. "I don't know how the Germany Minister for Magic would introduce me to the Mr. Minister, but I am truly sorry for the damage I have caused today."
The Secretary of State frowned. "Mr. Wizard, surrendering is just an excuse. Your real purpose is to negotiate with the government, isn't it?"
Vincent lowered his hands. "It's not really a negotiation. Your government must be very curious about the Wizarding World. It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement."
He slowly removed the Imposter Mask. "Before I turned 11, I was Muggle, just like you, a non-magical human."
Vincent's youth surprised everyone.
He looks to be only around twenty years old, yet this young man possesses terrifying power.
The Secretary of State took a deep breath. "Mr. Wizard, please come with me."
The Entrance Hall of the Berlin Reichstag is very grand, and the interior decoration style blends classical, Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque styles.
After the necessary body search, Vincent was led by the Secretary of State to a spacious meeting room.
A few minutes later, the German President arrived alone. "Hello, Mr. Wayne."
"Hello, Mr. President."
After the necessary formalities, the two sat down facing each other.
"Mr. President, you didn't inform Minister Belge of my whereabouts, did you?"
Vincent's words immediately made the president nervous.
"I'm sorry, Mr. President, I was just joking."
It was just a joke...
The president secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "It's alright, Germany aren't actually lacking in a sense of humor."
His image of Vincent as a ruthless and cruel man was crumbling little by little. "Mr. Wayne, you may not believe it, but we really don't have the means to notify the Ministry of Magic."
The perspectives of magical governments and Muggle governments around the world are almost always one-way. Even a head of state has to go through a wizard who acts as a guard before he can communicate with the magical government.
While jokes may create tension, they can break stereotypes and make subsequent communication smoother.
"Mr. President, Minister Belge must have told you a lot of bad things."
Vincent, still speaking in a joking tone, said, "I came to your country on behalf of Bugatti Motors to discuss business cooperation, but as soon as I left the airport, I encountered Auror from your Ministry of Magic."
"Auror?"
"A profession specifically for fighting dark wizards; you can think of it as a criminal police officer."
The president rubbed his temples slightly. "Mr. Wayne, it seems you're wanted by the Ministry of Magic, aren't you?"
"Yes." Vincent remained calm and composed, without revealing a single flaw. "However, I was not wanted by your country's Muggle government, so I entered the country through normal channels. I did not expect your Ministry of Magic to be so persistent in pursuing me."
This is sophistry, blatant sophistry.
The president inexplicably felt like he was sitting at home when trouble came out of nowhere.
Vincent slowly lowered his head, his face full of apology. "Mr. President, I am willing to fully compensate for the economic losses I have caused to your country."
You have to pay for the damage you cause. The president could sense Vincent's sincerity and good upbringing.
Compared to the Ministry of Magic, the damage they caused today was equally significant, yet so far, all they've said is, "We will resolve this incident as soon as possible."