Hogwarts genius wizard

A middle-aged wizard who was originally sitting in the corner walked to the bar and said with a smile, "Mrs. Lestrange, what you did just now is against the rules of the road."

"Oh, guest, what rules are you talking about?" Tina smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Our Chilong has accepted this task, Madam must have known about it. If so, you shouldn't remind him that it is not a good thing to offend our Chilong." The middle-aged wizard looked at Tina and smiled.

"Then I'll remind you, what do you want to do?" Tina directly ignored the threat.

"My eldest brother has never been married since his sister-in-law passed away. He has mentioned his wife many times, so we can show you enough respect. I think our elder brother admires her very much.

We brothers all think that the wife is a good match for our eldest brother, so if the wife agrees, not only can she become the hostess of our Red Dragon organization, but she can also avoid this big trouble. "

The middle-aged wizard looked up and down greedily, especially Tina's charming face.

"It has long been heard that this generation of red dragons is cruel, ruthless and courageous, and they have won many battles, so that you guys are getting more and more arrogant.

I didn't expect you to be more courageous than I imagined, and dare to hit my head with your ideas. "

Tina smiled coquettishly.

Seeing that something was wrong, the other wizards in the bar checked out and left one after another.

Most living Dark wizards are good at staying safe, because those who aren't are dead.

In a ghostly place like Knockturn Alley, it takes strength to watch a show and eat melons.

"We have checked a long time ago. Ma'am, Theseus Scamander, your backer in the Ministry of Magic, has retired long ago, and there are not many old ministries left. As for the Lestrange family, they have long been out of business.

Ma'am, your time is long gone, it's better not to hurt your peace. "

The middle-aged wizard spoke softly about the forces behind Tina, and confidently looked into Tina's bright eyes, with a look of longing for possession flashing in them.

Tina's smile remained unchanged, her winking eyes were like silk, and she gently clenched her left hand at the middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard immediately took out his wand, but was instantly hugged by an evil-looking young wizard, with a long fingernail pointing at the aorta of his neck, and he was frightened and unable to move.

"Tell me how to behave with my old lady? To scare my old lady, son, just tell him what strength it takes to be your father." Tina stood up and said with a smile.

The originally brown eyes turned into dazzling red, and the long black hair fluttered in the wind, like a fallen angel.

The young wizard opened his mouth happily, and bit down on the middle-aged wizard's neck with two fangs.

Several other old black wizards sat aside, laughing wildly as they watched the middle-aged wizard being sucked dry of his blood.

One of them also said to the wizard next to him: "Give me the money, give me the money, I'll tell you, the boss will definitely kill this idiot."

Not even looking at the corpse dragged away by the evil vampire, Tina suddenly sneered: "The lost dog was so smart and capable a few years ago, but now he is getting bigger and bigger. I hope he will be smarter one day in the future."

William didn't know what happened in the bar, he walked slowly in Knockturn Alley, like a tourist with nothing to do.

An ugly witch leaned against the wall and asked him, "Do you need a strong love potion? I can sell it to you for 30 Galleons an ounce."

William said softly: "Get out!"

After exiting Diagon Alley, William got into an alley, took out a broomstick, rode on it to become invisible, left here quickly, and then came to a dilapidated house on the outskirts of London.

When the lights in the house were turned off in the middle of the night, several black shadows quietly came to the door, made several gestures to each other, separated from each other, stood at the windows, front and rear doors, etc., almost tapped their wands, and opened the door and windows silently.

"Bang bang" a few gunshots, although it sounded like a pistol shot with a muffler installed, it still seemed a little loud in the quiet night.

The black shadow who was watching the wind outside the house moved his nose slightly, and he could smell a bloody smell hundreds of meters away, his expression changed drastically, he turned into a werewolf, and ran away desperately.

William put the pistol away, glanced at the scarlet fire dragon magic pattern on the back of the corpse, took out his wand and muttered: "Armor-piercing bullets are coming."

Five oval black warheads flew out of the corpse and landed on the palm of his hand.

William pinched his nose, sprayed himself with a few sprays of the smell-masking potion spray, and then got on the broom and left. The hot blue magic fire burned the house to ashes.

Half an hour later, two exquisite black shadows sneaked into the ruins of the old house, and left quickly.

"Aren't you chasing?"

"No need."

After turning around a few times, transforming a few times, and drinking a compound potion in the middle, it flew into a park forest in Oxford.

William immediately took out the pistol to check, and said distressedly: "The barrel is damaged again."

Originally thought that the seven black wizards could frighten some hyenas last time, but they did not expect to attract a dragon. Fortunately, the powerful magic pistol that he did not hesitate to spend a lot of mithril to modify was very powerful.

"The opponent's strength is very good. We have come to Diagon Alley so many times, and we found that several wizards have super vision, hearing, smell, and telepathic abilities similar to yours?

One night, I actually met a few black wizards with super strong sense of smell who could catch the bullet flying and smell other smells from afar. "

Ao Hai said in a deep voice: "William, we have caused big trouble."

And for many grown-up dark wizards, facing the bullets of ordinary people, they don't even need to change their appearance, they only need an Iron Armor Curse.

Although discovering that ordinary firearms pose little threat to wizards, William has ideas for improvements.

For example, replace the warhead from ordinary copper with magic red copper, and engrave and solidify the magic pattern to improve the sturdiness of the warhead.

Then, the material of the bullet case was also replaced with magic red copper, and the levitation magic pattern was engraved on it, so that the bullet was blessed with the levitation spell, and the weight was reduced to the extreme when it was hit by the firing pin.

As a result, the ejection speed of the bullet after the gunpowder erupts is greatly improved.

The barrel of the pistol's magic pattern was also replaced, coated with a layer of Mithril with better magic conductivity and stronger, and tattooed with wind magic pattern.

When a normal bullet is fired, it rotates at high speed along the rifling of the gun.

This is an important reason for the accuracy of bullet shooting.

After activating the magic pattern, the magic power forms a stronger air whirlwind flow, which not only minimizes the air resistance of the bullet, but also improves the initial speed and accuracy of the bullet once again.

After a lot of determination, William merged his brain for the third time and entered that absolutely rational state, completing the design and production of the magic modification.

This desert eagle stolen from the gangsters was abruptly transformed into a powerful magic weapon that could rival William's full blow with a single shot.

The initial speed of the original bullet exiting the chamber has increased from about 400 m/s to a terrifying speed of over 1200 m/s, which has far exceeded the perception and reaction limits of most wizards.

Within a distance of 300 meters, even super armor body protection will be shattered by the huge shock.

The perceptual talents awakened by a few adult wizards also lost their ability to respond to the speed warhead.

Even if they could see the bullets flying, their body reaction speed might not be able to keep up.

Unless it is possible to change the shape and change the image instantaneously within a microsecond.

But at this point, William believed that even Dumbledore could not do it.

It also takes a little time to cast spells without a wand and silently control magic power.

Not to mention holding a wand to cast spells silently, even if the wand draws a circle, it takes half a second.

It's just that the production cost of this kind of magic gun is also extremely expensive. A Mithril barrel can only be released three times, and three pistols can kill nine times.

Not to mention William's difficulty in engraving magic patterns on the small gun barrel with a width of only 7 centimeters.

Even if the personality is temporarily fused with the nanochip and enters an absolutely sane state, the success rate is not high.

"It's making me anxious, I am fused with the brain, even if he is a great wizard, he can still bite off a piece of meat."

William disassembled the pistol and replaced the barrel.

The goblin's top inscription master, the finest master-level magic pattern announced to the public can only achieve 3 mm, but William can achieve an accuracy of 1.3 mm.

This is also the core secret of the alchemy pistol. The barrel and bullets can be engraved with magic patterns too small.

Compared with magic swords, shields and other items, the area has been reduced by thirty or forty times.

And the inscription related magic pattern must reach level 1 or above, and no one can imitate it.

After merging with the intelligence brain, William's terrifying ability to manipulate magic power and the precise size finishing ability of artificial intelligence allow William to realize the magical transformation of guns.

The huge technological gap is enough for William, who has mastered micro-carving technology, to obtain terrible benefits.

However, considering the potential risks, William still chose to engrave the magic pattern with a distance of more than 9 mm for the magic weapon sold, and only secretly manufactured a magic pattern pistol with an accuracy of 1.5 mm for himself.

Micro-carving is a very painful technical work, and the magic pattern micro-carving must be formed in one go, which magnifies the pain dozens of times, and the yield is very low.

Although William and the brain are integrated, it is like a god descending from the earth.

Concentrated mind and soul, no distracting thoughts, but there is still only a 5% success rate.