This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Rita and Guffy stared blankly at Vincent as he turned off the projection screen of the magic communicator.

"You two are both smart people. You should understand what kind of changes it will bring to the media industry, right?"

Guffy woke up instantly, "Mr. Wayne - no, boss, you are undoubtedly a top alchemist, but it can really achieve global communication, and even -"

"Guffy!" Rita interrupted him sharply, "Since our boss has the ability to create such an epoch-making great invention, he has the ability to cover every corner of the world with it."

She showed an extremely flattering expression, "Boss, we will set up a broadcasting company as soon as possible and faithfully complete all your orders."

Vincent's mouth corners slightly raised.

Rita is getting smarter and smarter now. I'm afraid she has completely figured out his temper.

"Although the broadcasting company is a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises, I won't interfere too much in its normal development."

Guffy understood immediately and showed the same flattering expression, "Boss, Wayne Broadcasting Company will definitely develop into an industry giant in a short period of time, I promise!"

They are all smart people, and they all know what to do.

"I'll wait and see." Vincent waved at the two and continued to improve the production line of the magic base station.

He was not worried that the two would betray him.

Rita and Guffey had long been the thorns in the Ministry of Magic's eyes. Since the moment they entered the alchemy factory, they had completely lost their way out.

After working until 8 o'clock in the evening, the first production line was finally completed.

But this is far from enough.

To produce thousands of magic base stations with extremely sophisticated internal structures in half a month, even if it is produced 24 hours a day, at least 20 production lines are required.

From 0 to 1 is often the most difficult, and from 1 to 2 is much easier.

After these three or four days, we should be able to set out to lobby the magic governments in Europe.

As soon as Vincent returned home, Eric on the sofa in the living room gave him good news.

The first prototype of Bugatti's new car has been completely landed, and engineers are conducting a series of tests.

"Dad, why don't we go to Italy for vacation in advance?"

Eric approached him with a suspicious look on his face, "Why are you in a hurry? You kid, don't you have other things to do?"

Vincent was not embarrassed at all after being discovered, "Yes, I plan to broadcast this year's Quidditch World Cup."

A few days ago, he was still worried about whether he would be discovered by the Ministry of Magic, but now he dared to take the initiative to show up in a high-profile manner.

"Aren't you afraid that group of people will have bad intentions on your magic communicator?"

"No, I will chop off the hand of anyone who dares to reach out."

Eric was relieved, "What if it's the Ministry of Magic?"

Vincent's eyes were extremely sharp, but he had a gentle smile on his face, "No exceptions, and I have dug a trap for them."

"Very good." Eric stood up and patted his shoulder, "Your mother and I can't help with the affairs of the magic world, but if you need anything, you must tell us."

Vincent fell silent.

Compared with alchemical products, magic base stations and magic communicators are undoubtedly a bigger and more tempting cake.

He was not worried about those sneaky dark wizards. On the contrary, he was more worried about how low the bottom line of the magic governments of various countries could go.

Let alone the distant past, the British Ministry of Magic led by Fudge was shameless enough, and the magic base station under his control would only become more shameless.

24/7 publicity of his "great achievements"?

No, it should be 24/7.

If such a power-hungry person knew that Vincent had left a backdoor, he would definitely try every means to eliminate the threat.

"Dad, I really need a little bit of things that only you can get now."

Eric's eyes became alert, "Tell me first."

Vincent cleared his throat and reported a long list of weapons.

Submachine guns and Gatling guns are outdated. Now is the era of hot weapons, and long-range guided missiles are the most urgent need.

Since there are missiles, there is no reason not to make a few matching vehicles.

At least one flying in the sky, one running on the ground, and one swimming in the water, right?

"Stop, stop, stop!" Eric rubbed his swollen temples, "Why do you want these things? Are you going to occupy the Ministry of Magic?"

Vincent put on a harmless face, "I have to prepare some small things for self-defense."

He pulled his old father to sit on the sofa, "Don't worry, Dad, my alchemy is very powerful now. As long as I finish the replica, I will return it to you intact."

Eric rolled his eyes: "Stinky boy, don't think I don't know that you are on guard against the stupid minister of your magic world."

He waved his hand gently, "Forget it, I also feel that I feel at ease if I have something to defend myself."

Vincent's eyes lit up, "Dad, can you get the most advanced one?"

Eric gritted his teeth, "What do you think?"

"Long live Dad!"

Vincent slipped away before his iron palm fell.

"Stinky boy!" Eric laughed and scolded.

He looked at his son's back as he ran upstairs and shook his head with some emotion.

Three years have passed in a flash, and his kid has grown up and his skills are getting bigger and bigger.

He moved to the phone and dialed a number skillfully.

"Hello, it's me, help me prepare something..."

After dawn,

a large truck was parked in front of Wayne's house.

When Vincent went downstairs, Eric had already unloaded the goods with two bodyguards.

"Boy, this is the first batch, the bigger ones will take a few more days."

As expected of a former elite captain of the special forces, he managed to get everything done in one night.

"Dad, my admiration for you is like the Thames River, endless, and like the Ganges River overflowing, it can be out of control..."

Eric raised his head and chest, looking particularly enjoying himself.

Although he always felt something was strange.

"Dad, let me move them upstairs first."

"Would you like to help-" Eric's eyes widened, and he watched Vincent carrying a three-meter-long wooden box with one hand.

The total weight of the things inside weighed at least two hundred kilograms. When unloading the goods, the two bodyguards had to work hard for a while using magic.

Just carry it with one hand? This is too magical!

And I didn’t even blush or breath after the move. I’m afraid the British strongman didn’t have this ability.

Eric thought about the wizards he had met.

Mag, who can turn into a cat, is the vice-principal. Unfortunately, I have never seen her perform magic, so I don’t know how powerful it is.

Rita... fights against a scumbag.

Although Sam is a funny Auror, his magical power is quite strong and he can kill two bodyguards at home instantly.

As for my son...

Eric went upstairs and into Vincent's room.

Several large boxes had been unpacked and the contents were neatly placed on the floor.

"Dad? What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask how strong your magic is now."

Vincent was silent for a moment, "If it's a head-to-head confrontation, I should be slightly stronger than Sam."

"Oh." Eric turned around quietly and went downstairs.

If Sam hadn't bragged, his son's magical ability would have ranked among the first echelons in the magical world.

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