Two ribbons, one purple and one green, complemented each other, Vincent's expression was more solemn than ever before.
Dumbledore winked knowingly as he put the sash on him.
The hero of the attack, heavily publicized by the British Ministry of Magic, was bound to deliver a stellar speech befitting his status.
Vincent simply did not want to recite the prepared speech.
He prefers to touch people's hearts with sincerity rather than with fancy words.
Fudge and Dumbledore stepped back.
Vincent didn't pay much attention to where the live broadcast camera was; he just looked up at the blue sky with a sense of emotion.
Weather Charms can alter any extreme weather, and Magical Projections can create any illusion.
But they cannot change people's hearts forever; only courage can truly change them.
Vincent smiled and looked back at the people in the room.
"We survived the disaster."
His voice was soft and calm. "We are great, humanity is great, and human nature is great."
The people in the camp unconsciously straightened their chests.
"Our greatness, the greatness of our humanity, lies not only in the individual, but in the human race as a whole."
Vincent's voice rose slightly, "The greatness of mankind is reflected in the unity of people in the face of floods, epidemics, and all kinds of disasters, and in the kindness, compassion and empathy that are inherent in everyone."
His voice was full of emotion, flowing into everyone's heart like a gentle stream.
"When faced with a crisis, our predecessors were willing to be pioneers for the happiness of future generations, and they overcame all obstacles for the happiness of future generations."
The sound was not loud, but it was full of power.
As Vincent said, people's happy lives today are all thanks to the pioneers of their ancestors.
And in order for future generations to continue to have a happy life, it is time for these ancestors to unite.
Vincent took two steps back and bowed deeply to the people.
Thank you everyone.
A thunderous applause erupted suddenly.
"Well said! We must unite!"
"Whether they're Death Eaters or Shit Eaters, if they dare mess with us, they'll never have a good time!"
"Ah... so handsome! Vincent, I want to marry you!"
Vincent's lips twitched suddenly, and he straightened up as naturally as possible.
Amidst cheers and applause, he quietly followed behind the bigwigs of Wizengamot as they left the stage.
Fudge gently patted his shoulder. "Vincent, what you said is so good, it's infinitely better than the speech we prepared."
Umbridge, who was behind her, sobbed softly, "Yes, that's the most inspiring speech I've ever heard."
Vincent sighed inwardly.
Life is full of helplessness. After his true feelings were revealed, what awaited him was hypocrisy and affectation.
"Thank you, I just felt I should take this opportunity to say something from the heart, so that everyone might cheer up."
Fudge half-embraced him, as if he were treating a particularly close junior, saying, "It is a great blessing for the British Wizarding World to have a young man like you."
"Mr. Minister, you flatter me too much. My personal abilities are limited, and I rely entirely on everyone's help and support..."
After exchanging a few polite words, the group arrived at the camp's temporary command center.
The main character arrived, and the banquet began.
Vincent finally had some free time after entertaining five or six groups of big shots.
He took a cocktail and went to the corner, sitting down opposite Dumbledore, who was enjoying dessert.
How are you feeling?
Vincent silently cast Silencing Charm. "This is terrible."
The British Ministry of Magic has succeeded; the negative impact of the attack is gradually fading.
He had just subtly probed the bigwigs' attitudes during a social gathering. Scrimgeour remained silent about the progress of the investigation, and Fudge kept changing the subject, as if they were all hiding something.
The delegation from the International Confederation of Wizards made it clear that they would not be involved in the investigation of the attack for the time being.
Therefore, Vincent is being used as a shield, will be the focus of attention of wizards around the world for some time to come, until people start to get tired of him, or the British Ministry of Magic releases the results of its investigation, or a new hot topic emerges.
Dumbledore smile, munching on a little pudding as he listened.
After Vincent finished speaking, he slowly picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"I know Cornelius's personality very well. Since he's determined to keep it a secret, no matter how we try to get information from him, it's useless."
The more unfavorable the situation, the more they try to hide it; it seems the matter is quite serious.
Vincent took a small sip of his cocktail. "Professor, aren't you curious about what they're hiding?"
Dumbledore. "There are no secrets that last forever. We will know the truth sooner or later."
Vincent, however, was quite interested in Fudge's secret. "Keeping it so well hidden must have a huge impact on him as Minister for Magic."
However, the British Wizarding World can no longer afford any more turmoil. If any scandals involving high-ranking government officials are exposed, the already anxious wizarding community will find it even harder to return to peace.
He took another sip of his cocktail. "By the way, Professor, how's the investigation into the Horcruxes going?"
Dumbledore smiled. "The whereabouts of one of them have been confirmed."
Vincent was more interested in the Horcrux. "Where is it hidden? When do we set off?"
After Voldemort fell from power 13 years ago, the Death Eaters instantly fell apart.
Unless he is completely dealt with, the British Wizarding World will continue to be overshadowed by him.
Dumbledore gestured for Vincent to calm down, "It's in a sea full of caves. The place is quite large, so it shouldn't be too easy to find."
Vincent shook his head dismissively. "Professor, have you forgotten that I'm Alchemists?"
Once the location of the Horcrux is determined, he has countless ways to find it, no matter how large the search area is.
Dumbledore recalled last year's Christmas holiday.
The interior of Gaunt Family Home was riddled with traps, and even the ring with the Resurrection Stone was cursed with an extremely vicious curse.
If Vincent hadn't been so cautious that he used the Magical Automaton to transfer the curse, Dumbledore would have put on the ring the moment he recognized the Resurrection Stone.
While they might not die on the spot, their bodies will certainly be gradually eroded.
Vincent felt uneasy under Dumbledore's gaze. "Professor?"
Dumbledore looked away. "Once we've determined the exact location of that cave area, we'll take Harry with us."
"Huh?" Vincent looked particularly surprised. "Professor, did I hear that right? You said 'we' take Harry? Shouldn't it be 'I' take 'you' and Harry?"
Dumbledore smiled and joked, "Vincent, you're our hero now. This old man still needs your protection."
"Heh heh—" Vincent rolled his eyes dramatically.
That old bastard Deng is shameless.
However, the Vincent can make such a joke proves that his magical abilities have been recognized by Dumbledore, and he is no longer a little wizard who needs protection.