Replica of the Elder Wand

If possible, Vincent naturally would not have wanted to expose his identity.

But since he had already been seen, there was no need to keep hiding.

As La Voiture Noire deactivated its invisibility function, Muller abruptly realized that it was a vehicle resembling a Muggle fighter jet.

And the young man's identity was already obvious: he was Vincent Wayne, the dark wizard recently wanted by the British Ministry of Magic.

Though La Voiture Noire had blocked his view, Muller was absolutely certain it was him.

First, he had directed the Dementors to leave Azkaban in Britain, causing the imprisoned Death Eaters to break out en masse. Then he had silently come to Germany, disguised himself as Helmut Schmidt, deliberately gotten himself captured, and intended to lead the Wizards' Purity Party in another jailbreak.

Whether they were Britain's Death Eaters or Germany's Wizards' Purity Party, they were all vicious criminals. Letting even one escape would cause turmoil throughout the Wizarding World.

Muller gripped his wand tightly, his eyes fixed on the two engines at the rear of La Voiture Noire.

Muggle vehicles were extremely complicated, but without their power source, they were no different from scrap metal.

"Diffindo!"

As always, his spell was blocked and dispersed. But he showed no discouragement, nor did he pay any attention to the half of the giant gear archway hanging precariously above them. He continued firing off spells without pause.

His actions successfully drew Vincent's attention.

Trying to make La Voiture Noire lose power and plunge into the abyss?

A trace of wicked charm appeared in Vincent's smile. It was a smile brimming with confidence, one that made people instinctively want to draw closer.

He took off his Mithril Robe and reshaped it into a grappling gun.

The elderly Wizards' Purity Party members all looked