Mysterious Shadow

Just after three in the morning,

Vincent was sleeping soundly when the Magical Communicator on his wrist suddenly vibrated him awake.

With vibrations this intense, something had definitely happened.

He bolted upright in bed, his eyes swiftly scanning the projected screen.

The Ministry of Magic's mole had finally shown himself. Dark Magic traces had been detected at the stadium, and the culprit could basically be confirmed to be in Area F of the staff lounge.

Vincent had thought he would have to wait patiently for a few more days. He had not expected the other side to be even less patient than he was.

Vincent grabbed the Serpent Staff, then casually picked up a black jacket. Wearing slippers, he ran from the room while pulling the jacket over his pajamas.

Quite a few fans were still celebrating in the camp, though it was generally fairly quiet.

He activated the Flamel Ring's amplification magic, cast the Disillusionment Charm, and ran straight toward the stadium.

The drunken fans did not notice him at all. They merely felt a faint breeze pass before them.

After leaving the camp, he jumped up and grabbed the stadium's outer wall with one hand, then nimbly flipped himself inside in just a few movements.

A few points of light shone across the enormous stands. They were probably members of the Ministry of Magic's Special Squad on night patrol.

Vincent quickly swept his gaze over the area, his eyes settling on the entrance to one of the passageways.

Fortunately, no one was nearby, and he quietly ran over.

He gently pulled open the door. Sure enough, there was a faint, nearly imperceptible trace of Dark Magic inside.

Area F—the staff lounge—lay behind a door at the end of the passageway. The closer he got, the stronger the aura