This Hogwarts is not normal

The method is not very clever, but it still works.

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."

Those who know a little bit about it get more and more excited as they talk about it, and even laymen who don’t understand it 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 frowned, "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 then unclenched them.

Mayiya and the others also thought of the blond vampire from far away in Japan.

He behaves like a noble, and when he tortures people, he is like a devil.

It’s not that I didn’t think about running away, it’s that I didn’t have the confidence to run away.

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

Really need to take another look.

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

"Mom, Dad, has 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 favor one person,

While the Wayne family was sleeping, Sam, who had just returned to London, happened to meet a drunk 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 resigned.

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 protecting you?"

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

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

Bradley dragged him into an alley.

Near dawn, Sam honestly confessed everything.

After deducting rent and food expenses, a 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 and inhumane beating, Bradley's anger was finally almost gone.

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

The two bodyguards could not recognize Sam, but they both recognized his immediate boss.

Provoking an army to accuse?

this……

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

He looked calm, so he probably came to negotiate.

At dawn, Vincent was woken up.

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 hangover cure 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.

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

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 hadn't even decided on a candidate yet.

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 have not gotten used to "normal life" yet.

Just come to an unmanned store and let the two bodyguards replenish the 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 the Bern 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. Wayne and his wife 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 alchemy robot 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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