This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Now that the matter is over, the second level is the second level.

No matter what, it sounds better than Level 3.

Thinking about it this way, Vincent actually began to resist the green ribbon of the first-class medal.

He even felt that the third-level white ribbon belt was the best, at least not as coquettish as the second-level purple ribbon belt.

Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking.

But judging from those big shining eyes, even if he had an idea, it wouldn't be a good one.

"Go on, I'll go find Nico and the others."

"Oh." Vincent smiled evilly as he thought of something interesting, and stretched his claws towards the fifth orichalcum bullet.

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…

Top floor.

Nico and Perenal were chatting happily,

Dumbledore came over gloomily.

"What's wrong, Albus?

Are you angry with that child? "

"No, I thought he would be disappointed at first."

Successfully protecting the Philosopher's Stone is something that neither Gringotts nor the Ministry of Magic can do.

Perenal covered his mouth and chuckled, "This kid has a lot of wild ideas. Maybe he really doesn't care about the level of the Order of Merlin."

She likes the layout of the 13th floor and the large white appearance.

Nico nodded in agreement, "Albus, you will never guess what he made with mithril."

"gun?"

"no."

"sword?"

"No.

Dumbledore shook his head in surprise,

"He put the two together?"

"Yes, a flashy looking weapon."

Nico snapped his fingers, and soon a demon doll equipped with a large white armor came over with a gun blade.

Its gun body does not have the magic rune "??", but other than that, it is no different from its super powerful gun.

"A very interesting design." Dumbledore picked up the gun blade and looked at it carefully.

"More than that." Nico said with admiration: "He's also quite smart."

Gunblades, a weapon that exists only in fantasy, are not subject to the Misuse of Muggle Articles Office.

Vincent can take it with him without any permission procedures.

The whole process was legal and legal, even if Fudge came.

“I’m looking forward to what surprises he brings to me next year.”

Dumbledore chuckled, "It's a good thing you don't know how to make a wand."

Nico looked at his wife Perenal with a mysterious face.

She smiled and nodded very reservedly, "Before I met Nico, the Merovingian husband at that time pursued me."

"Oh, Merlin - that's such a surprise to me." Dumbledore opened his mouth in a rare gesture.

There are three major staff makers in Europe, namely:

Ollivander of England,

Gregorovich of Germany,

French Merovingian.

More than six hundred years ago, Beauxbatons did not exist in France.

Among the young staff-makers at that time, the most outstanding was Ansgar Merovingian.

Like Ollivander's ancestors,

The superb staff-making technology was passed down to future generations.

Today, his descendants are still the designated wand manufacturers of Beauxbatons.

Unexpectedly, such a master who created an era,

There is actually such an interesting story.

What’s even more interesting is that Beauxbatons, funded by Nico, chose the Merovingian family to provide wands to the students.

"Albus, Nico is talking nonsense." Perenal quickly shook his head as if denying it.

"Ansgar did teach me how to make a wand, but unfortunately I have forgotten most of it."

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Big treasures like the Pensieve are specifically designed to do just that.

"Teacher, I succeeded!" Vincent strode in and found the atmosphere here to be quite strange.

Nico first looked at Perenal as if begging for mercy.

"Albus, are you interested in seeing the power of bullets engraved with magical circuits?"

Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, "Of course I'm interested."

Perenal stood up, "It's time for me to prepare lunch."

Before she left, she looked at Nico meaningfully.

Vincent suppressed a smile and turned around.

Judging from the situation, his teacher must have said something wrong.

Dumbledore immediately sighed after arriving on the third floor, "When I came here last year, the floor had just been laid here."

"It's all the work of the golems." Nico focused his attention on Vincent who was loading the gun blade. "They are very suitable for this kind of work."

"How many of them are provided to Hogwarts for free?"

"Can."

Vincent, who was taking aim, suddenly turned around and said, "Professor, I am now at the age where my body is growing."

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The golem is only responsible for the defense of the campus."

Vincent looked at the bullseye with his lips raised.

This orichalcum bullet failed thirteen times before succeeding,

Stably embedded in the center of the round gun target.

The orange-red patterns surrounding it were gradually brightening.

Nico looked at Dumbledore as if to show off, "Albus, what do you think?"

The bullseye had burned under the influence of high temperatures.

"This is a perfect piece of work."

The gun body is made of traditional alchemy, and the bullets are engraved with magic circuits.

The birth of super power also has a very special meaning.

Using alchemy to reforge Muggle items and then imbue them with all kinds of magical magic seems to be just the beginning.

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…

Hogwarts Castle at the same time.

The Black Swan Club executives who did not go home for the holidays all gathered in the Slytherin common room.

Alger Bull, a seventh-year student, extinguished the flame under the crucible in front of him.

The bubbling and sticky mud inside was the Polyjuice Potion that took 46 days to successfully brew.

He divided it into five small bottles, "It takes a little longer, but I can guarantee its effectiveness."

Draco smelled it curiously and immediately leaned back, covering his nose.

"This broken potion smells so bad!"

Bull explained anxiously: "It needs something else to be completed."

Higgs took out the alchemy box that he had kept for more than a month.

Marcus smacked his lips and opened it, "Wayne, Wayne, I wonder what you smell like?"

"It must be worse than this." Blaise looked disdainful, "I won't drink it anyway, who wants to drink it?"

He took out two handfuls of gold galleons from his trouser pocket.

"Let me do it!" Higgs carefully picked up the gray-gold hair and placed it on the edge of a bottle.

With a click of the small scissors, the color of the polyjuice potion began to fade slowly.

The smell was not bad, it was a very fresh mint smell.

The color was light white.

"Tsk--" Blaise's expression was extremely ugly.

"Let's start the test." Draco's face was not much better.

Higgs opened his mouth and first smelled the smell of fried pork chops.

Then came the aroma of lamb and beef, mixed with a very special smell.

He smacked his lips after drinking it, "Hmm--it should be dried fish."

Everyone twitched their lips.

Only Bull picked up the small bottle he had finished drinking and sniffed it with a puzzled look on his face.

Under the mint smell, there seemed to be a faint smell.

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