Just after 3 a. m.
Vincent was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the Magical Communicator on his wrist.
The vibration frequency is so strong, something must have happened.
He sat up abruptly in bed, his eyes quickly scanning the automatically projected light screen.
The mole within the Ministry of Magic has finally surfaced. The presence of Dark Magic was detected in the gymnasium, which is almost certainly in Sector F of the staff lounge.
I thought I would have to wait a few more days, but I didn't expect the other party to be even less patient than me.
Vincent picked up the Serpent Staff, grabbed a black coat, and ran out of the room in his slippers, putting the coat over his pajamas as he did so.
There were still quite a few fans celebrating at the camp, but overall it was quite quiet.
He activated the amplification magic of the Flamel Ring, cast the Disillusionment Charm, and ran straight towards the stadium.
The drunken fans didn't even notice him; they only felt a gentle breeze blowing in front of them.
After running out of the camp, he jumped, grabbed the outer wall of the gymnasium with one hand, and then quickly flipped over and slipped inside.
Several lights were lit in the huge stands; they must have been Special Squad of Ministry of Magic on night patrol.
Vincent glanced around quickly, his gaze settling on one of the passage entrances.
Fortunately, no one was nearby, so he quietly ran over.
Gently pull open the door, and sure enough, there is a faint, almost imperceptible aura of Dark Magic inside.
Area F, the staff break room, is located behind the door at the end of the corridor; the closer you get, the stronger the atmosphere becomes.
Vincent suddenly sped up, his eyes fixed on the distant gate.
Suddenly, he took a big step forward, his heels firmly planted on the ground, and leaned back to shift his center of gravity, stopping abruptly in front of an imperceptible magical barrier.
The aura of Dark Magic emanated from within, indicating that the other party was quite cautious.
To get in, you have to cross the barrier, and once you cross the barrier, you'll be discovered.
Moreover, there should be more than one layer inside; by the time they slowly crack it, the people will probably have already run away.
After a brief moment of thought, Vincent raised his Serpent Staff and gently placed it against the barrier.
"Finite Incantatem!"
The powerful spell shattered the barrier in an instant.
The complete spell, amplified by the Serpent Staff, was unstoppable, shattering barrier after barrier.
Finally, Vincent saw the reality hidden behind the barrier.
There were three mysterious dark figures standing in front of the gate, and a figure lying on the ground.
Who is it?
The three Revealing Charm struck the defensive barrier instantly created by the Flamel Ring.
Vincent quickly pointed his Serpent Staff, which had transformed into a long-barreled pistol, at them. "It's your father!"
Two beams of orange-red light, intertwined, blasted through the passage, the powerful impact causing a significant amount of plaster to fall from the walls.
The three dark figures worked together to block the attack, and one of them turned to look at the other, who was shorter in stature.
"Take him away quickly, we'll find a way to get away."
The short, dark figure hoisted Bagman onto his back and ran towards the staff break room behind the door without looking back.
"Trying to leave?" Vincent's fingertip touched the Snakewood trigger again, firing an even thicker, orange-red beam of light.
Two dark figures raised their wands, one above the other, and deflected the beams of light toward the ceiling above them.
With a loud "boom," a beam of light shot out from the audience seats above, leaving a long orange-red trail in the dark night sky.
Vincent immediately narrowed his eyes.
This is bad. It alerted the Special Squad members, and those moles might be able to escape in the chaos.
We must act swiftly and finish the battle before the Special Squad arrives.
He gripped the Snakewood trigger tightly with his fingertips, unleashing one powerful spell after another.
The two dark figures were instantly engulfed by the storm of attacks, and the occasional beams of light that veered off course made the entire passage shake precariously.
"It's my turn!" Accompanied by a cold voice, a thin white lightning bolt cleaved through the beam of light, shattering the defensive barrier in front of Vincent.
The shadowy figure's spell carried a strong aura of Dark Magic; an ordinary wizard would probably have already lost consciousness.
However, the Vincent they encountered was a natural Occlumency master, unaffected by Dark Magic.
The falling rubble from the ceiling slowly came to a stop in mid-air, and the cracks that were spreading across the walls also ceased.
Vincent forcefully flung the white lightning, which had been imprisoned by the Serpent Staff, back.
"Damn it!" One dark figure hurriedly plunged the tip of his staff into the ground, while another dark figure quickly summoned a silver shield.
The lightning slowed down, as if freezing into its surroundings, and finally stopped in front of the silver shield.
However, the next second, the stone hanging over the shadowy figure fell down, and the cracks in the wall spread outwards again.
If the spell binding the lightning is not lifted, the person will be buried alive by the collapsing passage; if it is lifted, the person will suffer the consequences.
Vincent's idea was wonderful, but the shadowy figure hid behind the already cracked wall, letting the white lightning strike straight into the staff break room area.
A sudden attack will certainly cause casualties, but now is not the time to think about that.
The shadowy figure's cold-blooded behavior, caring only for himself and disregarding others, made Vincent instinctively grip the long-barreled pistol in his hand tighter.
His cold gaze swept over the dark figure pointing his wand at the broken wall. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I still have something to discuss with you."
The shattered wall was restored by his Transfiguration. The two dark figures exchanged a glance and looked up at the hole in the ceiling that led directly to the audience seats.
Vincent flicked his wrist and restored the hole, ignoring the falling stones from the ceiling as he rushed toward them.
The spells fired by the shadowy figure were all neutralized by his "Finite Incantatem. Even the stones controlled by his "Multi-Shot Spell Simultaneously" all struck the defensive barrier of the Flamel Ring.
In just a few breaths, Vincent was already standing in front of them.
He gently touched Flamel Ring, took out an ordinary-looking metal baseball bat, and forcefully struck the dark figure in front of him.
The other party paused for a moment, then controlled the summoned silver shield to block above its head.
With a loud bang, the shield remained intact.
The shadowy figure seemed to be mocking Vincent, slowly raising the wand in its hand.
"Watch out!" his companion shouted.
The metal baseball bat seemed to melt, and it was poured onto the silver shield in a particularly eerie way.
The shadowy figure hidden behind the shield seemed to be getting increasingly out of control, probably due to interference from the flowing molten metal.
Alchemists always have some strange little gadgets on them, let alone Vincent, who dares to face them alone.
"Bang—" The silver shield, which quickly went out of control, crashed onto the floor.
At the same time, an evil aura, imbued with anger, gradually intensified.
Vincent cautiously backed away.
"Evil Thought Lightning!"
A white lightning bolt, far more terrifying than before, suddenly struck him.
In the blinding light, the defensive barriers created by the Flamel Ring were shattered layer by layer.
Even without the influence of Dark Magic, one can still get injured.
But just as the bright light was about to disappear, the shadowy figure that had just released the white lightning suddenly felt as if it had been hit hard in the chest by a heavy hammer.
The shadowy figure flew backward and crashed into its companion, its eyes beneath the metal skull mask filled with disbelief.
That wasn't a heavy hammer at all; it Vincent who withstood a bolt of Dark Magic lightning.
His right arm was cleaved open, with several small fragments of the Magical Communicator stuck in it.
However, his expression remained as cold as before. "That's it?"
He looked down at his injured arm and cast a Healing Charm.
The two dark figures hurriedly stood up, raised their wands, and stirred up negative emotions once again.
Vincent shook his slowly healing arm, flicking off the small shards stuck in it. "Was that Peter Pettigrew who ran away just now?"
The shadowy figure's hand holding the wand trembled slightly.
It really was them.
Dark wizards in the British Wizarding World are generally very disciplined and will not use Dark Magic recklessly in public, let alone on the Ministry of Magic's territory.
Only a group of insane Death Eaters would dare to act so recklessly.