The one with the most complicated feelings was Vincent, who held ten wands.
He had prepared for the worst before he came, but he still overestimated Fudge's moral bottom line.
"You... you..." Fudge's hand, gripping the wand, trembled uncontrollably. "What have you done?"
Vincent ignored him and turned to place the wand he was holding on the defendant's chair.
Fudge nearly fell off the table in his haste. Trembling, he pointed his wand at the target again. "Dark Magic? Even if you disguise it as Disarming Spell, you can't hide the true nature of Dark Magic."
Although spell chaining is a long-lost spellcasting technique, it does not inherently possess the caster's subjective malice and cannot even be defined as a spell.
Even if Fudge was completely ignorant of the world, he wouldn't confuse spells with magic techniques. So his purpose in doing this was only one thing: to distort the truth.
"You dare to openly use Dark Magic in the Supreme Wizarding Court." His Adam's apple bobbed, and he seemed to be choking up, but he spoke with remarkable fluency. "Wayne, who taught you Dark Magic? It was Dumbledore, it must have been him."
He covered his eyes, which had no tears, with his hands, tilted his head back in an exaggerated manner, and used clumsy acting skills to express sadness.
Vincent wasn't angry; instead, he found it particularly funny.
Old man Deng taught him Dark Magic? That's the funniest joke he's heard all year.
Fudge, who had initially intended to wallow in "sadness," was further provoked by Dumbledore's uncontrollable upward grin. He slowly lowered his hand from his eyes. "Dumbledore teaches students Dark Magic; he is no longer fit to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. I hereby declare that, effective immediately—"
Vincent took a step forward, startling Fudge so much that he stumbled and almost fell off the table.
The Auror, now wandless, quickly stepped in front of Fudge. The one closest to Vincent was Wales, whose expression was incredibly complicated. "Wayne, don't come any closer."
Vincent stopped and glanced at Fudge, who had a smug look on his face. "Mr. Minister, the appointment and removal of the headmaster of Hogwarts is a matter for the Board of Trustees, and the Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere."
Fudge gave a fake smile, but his eyes held a sinister glint. "But this is not an normal situation. Hogwarts is the only magic school in Britain, and the Ministry of Magic will never allow criminals to continue to serve as the headmaster and chairman of the Board of Governors."
"Hmph—" Vincent chuckled, his eyes filled with disdain. "Another new decree? Hogwarts has existed for far longer than the Ministry of Magic. Your new decree alone cannot shake the Ancient Magic of the castle."
Fudge gripped his wand tightly. Although he knew Vincent wouldn't attack him, he definitely sensed danger, or rather, an invisible pressure.
Now that things have come to this, he can no longer accept Voldemort's return. The reason the Dementors left Azkaban must be related to Vincent, and Dumbledore Vincent must be kicked out of Hogwarts.
The threat level of a simple criminal is too low. The employee is a dark wizard, and he openly performs "Dark Magic" in the Supreme Wizarding Court. The evidence should be sufficient.
Fudge's smile was laced with malice and calculation. "The Ministry of Magic will never compromise with the forces of darkness. If we continue to allow you to rule Hogwarts, the British Wizarding World will have no future."
Before Vincent could make a move, he suddenly released his wand and clutched his chest in pain.
"You..." Fudge slumped heavily onto the table, eliciting screams from all sides.
"You... Wayne... what did you do to me?"
Vincent was speechless.
The combination of terrible acting skills and utterly shameless words is simply unbeatable.
Wales, who are closest to the area, can see very clearly that Vincent did not make any move at all; Fudge's statement is a blatant slander.
It's one thing to distort the truth, it's another to lie through one's teeth, but now they're even fabricating facts.
Not only Wales, but several other Auror saw it very clearly.
Tonks was so angry that his hair turned red, and he glared fiercely at Fudge.
"Dark Magic... it's Dark Magic again..."
Fudge's face was contorted in pain, as if he were enduring immense agony. "Rufus, what are you all standing there for? Vincent Wayne attacked the Minister for Magic in public! He's a complete dark wizard! We must arrest him at all costs!"
Scrimgeour kept his head down, seemingly ignoring his command. Of the Auror, only the Delores picked up his wand from the ground.
Vincent finally made a move, clapping his hands with half a palm while holding his Serpent Staff. "Brilliant, truly a brilliant performance."
While Fudge appeared to be clutching his chest in pain, he had secretly issued an emergency order through the Ministry of Magic badge he was wearing, "Wayne, don't even think about escaping like Dumbledore."
The badges on Scrimgeour's and the 11 Auror' chests glowed red, as did the badges of the high-ranking Ministry of Ministry of Magic officials in the Wizengamot group.
This is a legally binding executive order issued by the Minister for Magic during a state of emergency, typically used to address major crises.
In an attempt to arrest Vincent, Fudge went so far as to issue an emergency order.
Vincent stopped clapping and quietly looked at the door of the Courtroom Ten.
Fudge knew he wouldn't attack first, much less surrender willingly.
But now the situation is different. He has become the "dark wizard" who attacked the Minister for Magic, and he no longer cares about what others think.
Fudge watched with the cold indifference of a victor as Vincent retracted the Serpent Staff into the Flamel Ring, but his joy was short-lived, for Vincent produced a sturdy, heavy, gunmetal-colored briefcase.
The briefcase is engraved with a Magical Runes "?" in the center, symbolizing that it is Vincent's work.
Eric, sitting in the gallery, widened his eyes instantly.
This is Pandora, a multi-purpose weapon created through Alchemy, combining magic and technology.
A year has passed, and he, as the father, still doesn't know exactly what's inside. All he knows is that it's a genuine Pandora's box, and once opened, it means disaster will strike. Not only enemies, but everyone will fear it.
"Ten underground floors..." Vincent looked up at the ceiling.
This action put Fudge on edge.
There's a saying in the Wizarding World: you never know what little gadget Alchemists will pull out of their pocket next.
While it may be an exaggeration, Alchemists are indeed mysterious and unpredictable, and wizards would rather offend a dark wizard than Alchemists.
Fudge tried to remain calm and said, "It's no use, Wayne. The basalt in the Courtroom Ten can effectively resist magical attacks. There's no escape route for you here."
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Who said I was going to run away?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the Courtroom Ten slammed open.
A large number of Ministry of Magic staff filed in, all wands in hand, ready for battle.
Fudge no longer concealed the sinister smile on his face. "This is the Ministry of Magic. We have nearly 400 wizards here. Do you think you're Dumbledore?"
Vincent ignored Fudge and, under the watchful eyes of the hostile Ministry of Magic staff, quietly opened the briefcase, personally opening Pandora's Box.