This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent looked at Nico and T-800 playing rock, paper, scissors in front of him, and the most real thought in his heart was to make a transoceanic phone call.

"Terminator 2" was just released this summer, but we have to wait twelve years for the sequel.

If he's lucky, he can go watch it with his wife and children.

"Teacher, can its outer shell be liquid metal?"

"Yes, but the intensity will be very low." Nico, who had won thirty-three consecutive games, slowly stood up.

He stared at the T-800's red eyes, as if conveying some order.

"Silver is a metal that works well with magic."

Vincent thought of the blade of Gryffindor's sword.

It was only rusted by Voldemort's Killing Curse, and was restored to its original state in a very short period of time.

This pure silver sword must have been mixed with something.

T-800 took the alchemy elevator and left.

Nico took off his protective clothing at this time and picked up a wooden box on the metal shelf behind the workbench.

"Pure silver is too soft, so goblin craftsmen usually forge it multiple times to greatly increase its density."

Inside the wooden box he opened, there was a ball of flowing silver metallic liquid.

"This is mithril, which was converted from a silver mine using alchemy."

"Hiss—" Vincent took a breath.

He couldn't imagine how big the silver mine was, but judging from the mithril that hadn't yet been filled with wooden boxes, the conversion ratio was simply exaggerated. ơɱ

Nico used his wand to gently stir up a bit of mithril.

As if bound by magic, they turned into a Gryffindor sword without gems in the blink of an eye.

"Mythril is basically the same as the goblins' silver and iron, except that one is a liquid that can be shaped at will, and the other is an indestructible solid."

Vincent caught the sword and found that it was much heavier than the original.

After swinging it randomly a few times, he also found that the sword body would shake slightly, and its strength was obviously much worse.

"Teacher, can't mithril be like silver and iron?"

"No." Nico shook his head slightly and shaped the remaining mithril into a long stick.

"Chop it and you'll know the answer."

Vincent took two steps back and carefully raised the mithril sword.

The moment the two touched each other, ripples appeared on their appearance.

Under the constraints of mana, it quickly returned to its original appearance.

"Strength is limited by mana?"

"Yes, but even Albus can only barely cut it off."

Needless to say about Nico's magic power, what is surprising is Dumbledore.

How can we make up for the gap of more than five hundred years?

Vincent never believed that he had such incredible magical talent.

He was more willing to believe that this eccentric great magician encountered all kinds of adventures when he was young.

Hairless Tom needless to say.

Others have bald heads at most, but this one doesn't even have eyebrows.

Although the black magic transformation is good, he still wants to continue to be a human being.

Nico turned the stick and sword back into their original liquid mithril, "You can use them to create an alchemical item."

The ecstatic Vincent hugged the wooden box tightly and said, "Teacher, can I have anything?"

"Of course, but it needs to be done before the holidays are over."

He pouted and stared blankly at the continuously flowing mithril, "Aren't they alchemy items?"

"Strictly speaking not." Nico picked up a ring engraved with magic runes from the shelf.

"It is an alchemical item that is truly made of mithril."

Vincent put down the wooden box he was holding tightly and put on the ring of unknown purpose.

"Concentrate and call out its true form."

He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and the mithril ring he was wearing covered his hand.

The silver-white soft texture is completely inconsistent with the characteristics of metal.

If it weren't for the cold touch, it would be like a glove made of high-grade fabric.

"This is just one of them." Nico motioned for him to observe carefully.

On the ordinary woven mithril gloves, there is a circle of magic runes in the ring state.

One of them lit up with a dull blue light.

Vincent instantly understood its true form.

He closed his eyes and tried to transform the glove into another object.

Tweezers, soldering pens, knives and other tools all flowed and transformed in his hands.

The magic runes that are lit up one by one are enough to illustrate how magical the alchemical items made of mithril are.

He looked at the box of mithril, and then looked longingly at his teacher.

Nico turned around helplessly and took out a severely yellowed parchment book from the drawer of the workbench.

"Study officially starts tomorrow. You can take a look at my manuscript tonight."

Vincent was dumbfounded as soon as he opened it.

All the text in this manuscript is written from right to left.

There were quite a lot of illustrations, but combined with these unintelligible words, it became even more difficult for him to understand.

"Teacher, is there a translated version of it?"

"No." Nico gestured for him to turn to the last page.

There was a brand new piece of parchment that looked like a code table.

So before I read the manuscript, I have to translate it first?

Just as Vincent was grimacing, Nico raised his wand.

"Remember the codes in the form, and then use a little magic."

Without any spell, after waving the wand over the entire manuscript, the words inside were rearranged at an extremely fast speed.

"Chapter 1: Alchemical uses of basic plants..."

This time, combined with the illustrations, Vincent finally understood it.

The fourth is a detailed analysis of mithril and silver iron.

The last chapter, Chapter 6, is about some basic methods of making alchemical items.

After he took a rough look, he inexplicably remembered a manuscript that had stumped Muggles for centuries.

It was also made of sheepskin, the text was also encrypted, and the chapters were also divided into six chapters.

"Teacher, do you know the Voynich manuscript?"

Nico smiled slightly, "Of course, it was left by an old friend of mine."

Vincent quickly turned back to the illustrations in the first chapter, and after thinking hard for a long time, he didn't find any difference.

Voynich is not the author's name, but the name of the Polish-American bookseller who bought it in Italy in 1912.

As a manuscript suspected of being an alchemist, it has provided countless help to modern cryptography.

But starting from the third chapter, it is different from what he remembered.

"My old friend is very stubborn." Nico's eyes became a little lonely.

"Since his wife died in an accident, he has become more persistent."

The illustration of the third chapter of the Voynich manuscript is a woman and a pool.

Human body transmutation?

Searching for heaven?

Resurrection potion?

Vincent hurriedly closed Nico's manuscript.

This alchemist in the Middle Ages was simply a crazy man who dared to study anything.

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