It was foreseeable that he would be at odds with the entire Wizarding World, but the old men didn't expect Vincent to start preparing so early.
Viktor's description of "thorough preparation" was far too simplistic; the way the old men looked at Vincent noticeably changed.
Regardless of age, this is a heartfelt respect.
Although it felt a little awkward, Vincent accepted it gladly.
The Imposters and Dominators are already ready, and the Defenders are ready to be produced at any time. It's time to take the old men back to Germany.
Three days later, a private plane bearing the Bugatti logo landed at Tempelhof Airport in Berlin.
As one of the world's oldest airports to open and still in operation today, Tempelhof Airport is well-known not only in the Muggle world but also in the Wizarding World.
Twenty days later, the elderly men finally set foot on Germany soil again.
They disguised themselves as Bugatti technicians, and the masks they wore perfectly captured their excited expressions.
"Let's get started." Vincent, who made no attempt to disguise himself, was the first to walk out of the airport.
After he left, the old men blended in unnoticed into the crowd.
The trip to Germany was not only to test the equipment's performance; the most important mission was to allow the elderly men to reunite with their relatives who were under close surveillance by the Ministry of Magic.
As for whether they are willing to leave Germany together, that depends on their choice.
Vincent, who walked out of the airport alone, had only one mission: to distract the Germany Wizarding World.
The German Ministry of Magic is no pushover; its blatant appearance at Tempelhof Airport immediately put the Auror into action.
After leaving the airport, Vincent didn't go far. He randomly chose a coffee shop and sat patiently in a corner by the window.
As soon as the waitress brought over a small cup of espresso, a series of unfamiliar magical auras appeared.
"Thanks."
The waitress went back with a blush on her face.
Just then, four burly men in leather jackets pushed open the door and walked in.
They ignored the waitress's questions and walked straight to the corner.
Vincent took a small sip of coffee; the flavor was rich and smooth. Germany truly deserves its reputation as a coffee-loving nation.
Four burly men sat at the table next to him, but he didn't even glance at them.
The tactic of stalling for time until an encirclement is formed outside is good, but it's unclear how well the coordination will be.
Vincent's lips curled up slightly as he thought of this, and the four burly men at the next table immediately tensed up.
The waitress approached them timidly. "Hello, what would you like to do for us?"
The burly man with a thick beard pulled a 100-mark note from his pocket. "Take your pick."
They looked like troublemakers. The waitress took the money and went back with a troubled expression.
Five minutes later, she brought over four cups of lattes, a popular drink among Germany.
Even though it was a latte made primarily of milk, the four burly men still frowned at the bitterness after taking a sip.
Vincent finally turned his head and looked over; they were all looking around in a slightly flustered manner.
They didn't even bother to pretend; it seems the German Ministry of Magic is quite confident.
The overall atmosphere of the coffee shop was quite good, except for a corner that felt inexplicably eerie.
A handsome blond man with blue eyes sat by the window, while four burly men at the next table stared at him with ill intent ever since he entered.
Not only the waitresses, but other customers also began to pay attention to what was happening in the corner.
Five minutes later, Vincent finished the last sip of his coffee, got up, and went to the front desk to pay the bill.
The four burly men exchanged a glance, then simultaneously got up and followed.
"Keep the change." Vincent handed a 50-mark note to the waitress.
"That..." The waitress pointed subtly behind him.
Vincent smiled slightly. "Thank you for reminding me."
He had barely left the coffee shop when four burly men chased after him.
The streets outside were much quieter than before. Vincent suddenly turned to face them and said, "The German Ministry of Magic is very efficient. They've prepared the stage so quickly."
The burly man with the thick beard stepped forward. "Vincent Wayne, you're surrounded."
"I know." The moment Vincent raised his hand, the four burly men simultaneously drew their wands and pointed them at him.
He gently shook the Magical Communicator on his wrist. "Don't be nervous, I'm just checking the time."
The four burly men wore extremely solemn expressions, and did not lower their guard at all because of his words.
Vincent slowly turned his head and looked around.
Within a few words, the entire street was deserted.
With such thorough preparations, the German Ministry of Magic is determined to win.
Vincent's lips curled into a wicked smile as he swiftly retrieved the Dominator Pistol from the Flamel Ring.
The blue light flowing through the gun turned red, and the four burly men chanted incantations before the guns were even pointed at them.
Vincent lowered the muzzle of his gun, aimed it at the ground beneath his feet, and pulled the trigger.
All four spells missed their mark, but the immense impact propelled him high into the air, sending him flying backwards onto the third-floor exterior wall of a building across the street.
Under the influence of the magic, Vincent looked down at the four astonished men.
"The show is about to begin."
He shot towards the bearded man like a cannonball, his fierce elbow striking the man's temple hard.
The other three burly men reacted very quickly; one lunged forward, one chanted a spell, and the other kept a close eye on Vincent's next move.
With two muffled thuds, the Flamel Ring's automatic defensive barrier blocked the lunge and the spell.
Vincent seized the opportunity to point his gun at the burly man who was staring intently at him, the eerie blue light illuminating the man's terrified face.
Another burly man collapsed limply, while the remaining two, wands in hand, roared out incantations.
Vincent calmly raised the Dominator, and the flowing light on the gun switched to white.
The trigger was pulled, and a blinding flash of light erupted from the muzzle.
After the bright light disappeared, only Vincent's figure stood on the empty street.
He turned around and mouthed "I've spotted you" into the dimly lit alley.
Before he could make a move, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared from all directions.
They were all wearing leather jackets, and were clearly Auror, along with the four burly men who had fallen to the ground, who specialized in fighting dark wizards.
Vincent's provocation succeeded, but he also successfully put himself in danger.
Just as he was about to be engulfed by the dazzling spell, his figure mysteriously vanished.
"It's the Disillusionment Charm!" The Auror collapsed as soon as he finished speaking.
They tacitly cast the Revealing Charm, leaving no blind spots unchecked, covering the entire street opposite.
The result was nothing. Could a living person have just mysteriously vanished into thin air?
What happened to the Auror who just collapsed?
The air suddenly became tense, and a faint blue light suddenly shone among them.