This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The method is not very clever, but it can still work.

Vincent left them enough bullets and left.

Most are made of ordinary materials, while a few are made of orichalcum and depict magic circuits.

Ben Ji, who knew a little about alchemy, shook his head at the other eight people.

"I only know that the pattern on it has a magical effect. It may be difficult to reproduce it even if I understand the principle."

"Why?" Cecia carefully put down a bullet with flowing green stripes.

"Can't you alchemists use analytical spells to detect the proportions of ingredients and create copies that are infinitely close to the originals?"

Ben Ji stared at eight pairs of questioning eyes one by one, "Do you think he is an ordinary alchemist?

Let alone Nico Flamel's apprentice, any advanced alchemist will have his own formula. "

He pointed to the nine pistols on the coffee table with some excitement, "What can the analytical spell do if it knows the proportions? The volatile components during the forging and distillation processes cannot be detected."

The black iron metal luster of the gun body has a bit of brass color, and it looks a bit like the same material as Gwent.

"It should be a very special iron-copper alloy, but because of the different neutralizing materials added, it finally lost its deformation properties and greatly increased its hardness."

The slightly knowledgeable people get more and more excited as they talk, and even the laymen who don’t understand at all know what it means.

It is too difficult for competitors to imitate, and the alchemy shop is really good at it.

The premise is to solve the problem of scarce production of alchemical items.

Cecia relaxed her brows, "The ability seems to be fine, and the character seems to be -"

"It's too early to draw conclusions now." Lucifer clenched his fists and unclenched them.

Mayinya Mi and the others also thought of the blond vampire in Japan.

He behaves like an aristocrat and is like a devil when it comes to tormenting people.

It's not that I haven't thought about running away, but I don't have the confidence to run away.

It was difficult for Cecia and the others to understand this feeling, but they all felt the fear deep in their eyes.

Definitely need to take another look.

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Vincent returned home and took a shower first. When he went upstairs, he found Sam's room empty.

"Mom, Dad, did Sam run away?"

Eric raised the "Evening Prophet" in his hand towards him who had just come down.

"We've all seen the photo of Mr. Graves. It's not normal for him to run away."

"Oh, just go."

Anyway, he will be back in a few days, unless the enemies meet.

Lady Luck may think it's not good to always care about one person.

While the Wayne family was sleeping, Sam, who had just returned to London, happened to run into a drunken Bradley.

He pulled out the wand and instantly woke up. He pounced and pinned the person to the road.

"Asshole! I finally found you!"

Sam resisted at first, but after a few hard blows he accepted his fate.

In the dead of night, there were only painful wails in downtown London.

After not seeing each other for more than half a year, my hand feels stronger when I beat him.

"Tell me, who is covering you up?"

"I won't tell you even if you kill me."

"Then I'll beat you half to death!"

Bradley dragged him into the alley.

Near dawn, Sam honestly confessed everything.

After deducting rent and food expenses, the monthly salary of 10 Galleons is not low.

Including bonuses and commissions, you can make two to three hundred in most half a year.

"I...I spent it all."

After another brutal beating, Bradley's anger was finally almost gone.

Dragging the pig-headed Sam, they arrived at Wayne's house.

The two bodyguards didn't recognize Sam, but they both recognized his immediate boss.

Raising troops to accuse?

this……

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm not here to cause trouble."

He looked calm, so he probably came to negotiate.

Vincent was woken up just after dawn.

He looked at Sam with a bruised face and a rather unkind smile.

"Ahem—Mr. Graves, actually I didn't mean to hide it."

It is completely different from the version given by the parties involved.

If he hadn't sympathized with this poor Auror, he hadn't taken a vacation for several years. As a recipient of the Magic Congress Medal of Honor, he would have written a report letter as soon as possible.

"No, it's not!" Sam tried to make a last ditch effort.

Unfortunately, Bradley's impression of Vincent is obviously much better.

Can children be more evil-minded than adults?

Besides, her parents have apologized repeatedly, so holding on to her will only make her look petty.

"It's just a small matter." Bradley waved his hand.

"This bastard has been taught a lesson by me, and he won't dare to bother you again next time."

Sam seemed to have something to say, but when he opened his mouth, he was kicked.

There was no kick, and the force was controlled just right.

Vincent felt that he was still too kind.

What kind of anti-hangover potion should you brew? Just pour a bucket of ice water on it and you’ll wake up.

The same goes for wages. If they are paid, it will be a waste of money, so it would be better not to pay them at all.

Bradley declined the invitation to breakfast at Wayne's house and left with Sam like a dog to death.

When he came he was vigorous and resolute, and when he left he was the same.

I need to find a new store manager again.

After breakfast, Vincent unloaded the boiler in the room and put it into his suitcase. Vincent had not yet decided on a candidate.

Victor will stay in Japan to help Rinne secretly control the Jingu family, and Restman and Devine will soon go overseas to set up alchemy shops.

Nagini and Surya have their own shops, and the nine people in Fallen Paradise are not used to "normal life" yet.

Just come to an unmanned store and let the two bodyguards replenish cards regularly.

Post a notice to the Wizarding Card Store in Diagon Alley, then come back and take the bus to Surrey.

The scenery along the way was very good, and it was not yet noon when we arrived at Bourne Forest.

The venison matured the day before yesterday is ready, and the texture and flavor have improved by more than one level.

Continue research and development in the afternoon.

Although it was not the first time for Mr. and Mrs. Wayne to see a boiler, the alchemy boiler still amazed them.

Mysterious flowing stripes, a metallic material that looks like silver but is not silver.

Perhaps because they were exposed to more magic, the two old men's initial surprise gradually calmed down.

Vincent improved the prototype alchemical arm, adding joints to make it more flexible than a human arm.

But this is only theoretical, because the more complex the structure, the more difficult it is to control.

He spent three days trying nearly fifty alloys for their shielding properties, and finally found that tin-copper alloy had the best effect.

It took a week to debug the first "five-degree-of-freedom joint" - that is, a robotic arm with 3 translational degrees of freedom and 2 in-plane rotational degrees of freedom.

Sirius is still at large;

The Daily Prophet has been making over and over again recently, but has never reported on the latest arrests by the Ministry of Magic.

I have to admire the old man's vision. Fudge is provoking him in turn.

But if people can endure it for 12 years, it is destined to be a protracted battle.

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