The topic of a coup was too sensitive, Vincent, having achieved his goal, did not continue speaking, but simply smiled and watched Scrimgeour silently.
The latter initially went from indignation to calm, and then to a deep sense of helplessness.
Clearly, he wavered.
"Mr. Scrimgeour, that's enough for tonight." Vincent turned to the tense Auror. "Let's get down to business. Are you all coming together?"
"Together with what?" Tonks blinked his big eyes.
Kingsley covered his face with one hand. "Wayne is asking us if we're going to attack together."
Tonks' smile froze instantly. "What a joke! We tried to ambush them, but we failed. I heard that Wayne set up a ring at school last year and single-handedly took down a whole group of students."
Vincent couldn't help but laugh as he thought about the Yule Ball.
But the smile turned into a bitter smile.
The carefree and joyful campus life is gone forever, and even if he could return to campus, there would be a sense of alienation due to his identity.
The chairman of the Board of Governors is one aspect, but the key is that he is a dark wizard certified by the Ministry of Magic.
Vincent's wry smile made Scrimgeour realize that he was still just a student.
I really don't know how things will end with Fudge doing this.
"Wayne— " Scrimgeour's eyes were filled with apology, "With your abilities, you should have left Britain before dawn, right?"
Vincent looked slightly surprised. "Mr. Scrimgeour, what's this?"
"Just pretend we were never here." Scrimgeour stood up and gestured for the Auror to retreat. "Whether you're in the country or not after dawn, I will personally lead a team to capture you."
"Thank you." Vincent accepted his kindness.
Scrimgeour may have many minor flaws, but at least he wouldn't stand idly by while Voldemort and the Death Eaters secretly expanded their power. For that reason alone, he is more suitable than Fudge for the position of Minister for Magic.
After seeing them off, Vincent returned to the Alchemy Shop's rest area.
Cheshire, Lucifer, Xi La, Bo Ye, Fanny, Maya Mi, Ben Hong, Sassm, and Abraham —the nine members of Fallen Paradise, the dark wizarding group with the highest completion rate in Knockturn Alley, sat together around a long table for the first time in a long while.
Vincent sat in the middle seat that had been specially reserved for him, quietly watching the nine people who seemed hesitant to speak.
Their eyes held sadness, unease, and worry about the future.
"That's the situation." Vincent leaned back lazily in his chair. "I'm now wanted by the Ministry of Magic and have been labeled a dark wizard."
Cheshire forced a smile. "Boss, are you leaving Britain?"
Yes, together.
All nine people were very surprised.
Vincent rested his chin on his hand. "You'll find out some things when you get there."
Cheshire breathed a sigh of relief. "Where are we going?"
"Germany."
Unlike the other eight, her reaction was remarkably calm. "I understand, boss. What should we do with the Alchemy Shop?"
Vincent glanced around.
He is himself, Wayne Enterprises is Wayne Enterprises. If it's before the hearing, there's definitely no need to worry about it being seized.
But things are different now; if the Alchemy Shop wants to continue operating, it can no longer use the Wayne Enterprises name.
"I plan to sell the store, along with the Gwent flagship store in Diagon Alley."
"What about the factory?"
"I'll move out and find a safe place as soon as possible."
Vincent's Magical Communicator suddenly rang.
It was a text message from Dumbledore, containing only a short sentence: See you at the Hog's Head Pub.
Vincent frowned.
The Dementors' mass exodus from Azkaban was clearly Voldemort's doing; he did it to release the Death Eaters imprisoned there.
"Go pack your things first, I need to go out for a bit."
The nine people watched him leave, then looked at Cheshire with complicated expressions.
"Why Germany? Cheshire, do you know something?"
"This is just speculation; we'll have to wait until we get there to confirm."
Lucifer, the former leader of Fallen Paradise, smiled as he surveyed the entire rest area, his eyes filled with reluctance. "The boss led us out of that cannibalistic hell. No matter what happens in the future, I will always follow behind him."
"Me too." All eight people responded.
"Okay, let's hurry up and tidy up the factory equipment."
While they were getting busy, Vincent was piloting the La Voiture Noire in its fighter jet form, speeding towards Hogsmeade.
He did not activate his stealth device and maintained a speed of Mach 10 for almost the entire time.
It was almost 1 a. m. when we arrived in Hogsmeade. The Hog's Head Pub was brightly lit and seemed quite lively inside.
The La Voiture Noire landed at the bar entrance. Vincent jumped out of the cockpit and saw the twins rushing towards him as soon as he opened the door.
"Dude~ We've missed you so much~"
Vincent dodged their embrace by turning to the side.
No wonder it's so lively; it turns out everyone's having a victory celebration party.
Where is Uncle Arthur?
"Dad is still at the Ministry of Magic. It would be troublesome if he came along."
Arthur was, after all, the director of the Muggle Artefacts Office. Whether it was to avoid suspicion or to prevent his whereabouts from being exposed, it was the right thing for him not to come along.
Vincent spotted Dumbledore at the bar, but instead of inquiring about Azkaban, he quickly went to the dining table.
Using Pandora is quite tiring; you get hungry as soon as you relax for a moment.
"Here you go—" Hermione handed over a large plate that was filled to the brim.
Vincent held the plate in his right hand and the fork in his left, and began to eat heartily.
When he had almost finished eating, he slowed down. "When did you guys get here?"
"Not long after the communication ended, Gibbon wanted to continue blocking the Ministry of Magic, Sirius Black had a big argument with him, and he reluctantly lifted the blockade."
Vincent has already come out of the secret passage openly and honestly, so sealing off the Ministry of Magic has become pointless.
Hermione, seeing him put down his fork, very considerately handed him a napkin. "What are your plans now?"
Vincent silently wiped his mouth. He was very familiar with her eyes now; they were eyes that were reckless, full of determination and persistence.
"I plan to go to Germany."
Hermione gave a knowing look, a fleeting hint of sadness crossing her face. "Is there really no way to salvage this?"
Vincent reached out and patted her fluffy head. "It was bound to happen sooner or later, and it's not like I'm not coming back."
Hermione let him gently stroke her head, "Then I..."
"You stay here." Vincent's movements became even gentler. "I'm now the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's most wanted dark wizard. If we stay together, there'll be no way to salvage the situation."
Hermione suddenly grabbed his hand tightly. "I'm not breaking up with you. You know I don't care what other people think."