This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Every qualified alchemist will have at least one mature method of encrypting manuscripts.

Nico's manuscript is obviously not the same one that Dumbledore used for his notes.

The building is on the 13th floor.

This is where Vincent lives temporarily.

At his strong request, Nico assigned a group of golems to spend an afternoon decorating the entire floor in a space capsule style.

A zero-gravity environment simulated with an alchemical device;

Glass windows enchanted to reveal outer space;

A display panel with a strong sci-fi color;

And the T-800 equipped with sleek white armor.

"Babai, pour me a cup of tea."

Not long after Vincent opened his mouth while he was reading a manuscript in a sleeping cabin, a demon doll with a small head and a big belly came over blankly holding a pot of tea.

He noticed the small detail that what he said was a cup, but what he brought over was a pot.

This entire level of zero-gravity environment is only for those weighing less than 100 kilograms.

Not counting the additional white armor, the T-800's frame alone weighs nearly 300 kilograms.

If it were the original cup, I might not be able to drink the tea.

Vincent took a sip from the spout and found that it was warm.

He looked back and forth at the entire teapot, and finally found an orange number on the side that seemed to indicate the temperature.

45 degrees is just right, neither cold nor hot.

This silly-looking demon doll is surprisingly considerate.

"Babai, can you speak?"

It was obvious that Nico was not equipped with a sound-producing device.

Vincent lowered his head and continued reading the manuscript.

Studying alchemy in a space capsule environment, he has indeed become a bit of a punk master.

If it were replaced by real outer space...

The demon doll tentatively named Baymax remained motionless, except for its dull-looking little eyes that blinked from time to time.

Until almost midnight, Vincent closed the manuscript without finishing.

He stretched out and looked at the starry Milky Way at the glass.

"Good night, Baymax."

The golem created by Nico does not need to be charged or replenished with energy.

Because this entire building itself is full of magic.

The sleep quality this time was very good, after all, Dabai didn't move even once throughout the whole process.

"Good morning, Baymax."

Vincent sat up and his hands floated up with a little effort.

He floated outside the sleeping cabin without any discomfort and picked up a moving handle on the wall.

"Bathroom."

The handle led him through the corridor and to the only room on the entire floor where gravity existed.

Experience is experience, and he doesn't want to make himself uncomfortable.

Take a shower, brush your teeth, and the time comes to 8 o'clock in the morning.

After a French breakfast on the top floor, Vincent returned to his own studio on the 13th floor.

It's also a space capsule style here, only the equipment is the same as Nico's.

He floated to the chair next to the workbench and sat down, taking out his small cloth bag that had been casted by the Seamless Stretching Charm from the drawer.

Mithril can have many properties, and the first choice is of course used to make weapons.

In other words, Nico has a strong family background and can wear all kinds of gloves and welding guns.

Although Browning and Enfield were useful, they were Muggle items after all, and it would be over if anyone knew they had used magic.

Especially Draco and Fudge.

A firearm made with alchemy is a necessity.

Therefore, his current task is to dismantle both guns and draw a new design drawing based on the parts.

The zero-gravity environment is not scary, as long as you have a silly Baymax.

"Please take a shot - it's the smallest part."

Dabai stretched out his hand and reached it several times before he could reach it.

Vincent took over the hammer with quick hands.

After all, I was a science student in my previous life, so I am very familiar with drawing and other things.

When it comes to the modeling part of the shell, his painting skills are quite "soulful".

I spent the whole morning making changes, but I was still not very satisfied.

He held Lucy's SAS tactical dagger and suddenly had some ideas.

This is a magical world, and some weapons that only exist in fantasy cannot be realized for no reason.

For example, a combination of a dagger and a pistol, a gun blade.

After Vincent drew a straight line on the parchment, he did not start writing again for a long time.

A certain owner symbolizes a lion, and the blade looks more like a sword than a gun. Although the blade is good, it can do magic.

It’s not the medieval period, so the blade doesn’t need to be too long.

The straight line has an extra downward arc.

Even though Mithril is not as strong as silver and iron, it is still harder than ordinary metals.

Therefore, the front end does not need to be pointed. Designing it as a square with a downward transition is more conducive to increasing the wound surface.

Below the gun body is a straight blade surface, and the muzzle is vertically parallel to the square blade transitioning from an arc.

The grip is designed to be a bit larger.

Because it is an alchemical item, there is no need to consider whether the placement of the magazine is reasonable.

When the time came to noon, Vincent painted the final stroke of the overlooking angle.

He couldn't wait to find Nico.

"A very good design that perfectly combines the advantages of both weapons."

"Teacher, can it be made?"

Nico did not disappoint the big, hopeful eyes in front of him, "Of course, you can even try it now."

Vincent looked at the five different angles of the gun blade on the parchment, and his mind drifted back to when he was still in elementary school in his previous life.

Whether you are strong or not is a matter of one version, but whether you are handsome or not is a matter of your whole life.

Even if it was a sewer, he chose that man without hesitation.

He spent his pocket money and bought the annual package, but the damage was only increased a little bit.

Until that woman appeared.

Blood Rose, the name sounds like a tough character!

He recharged his pocket money, but he still couldn't open the manhole cover.

From then on, he quit.

The next year, he heard the news of the enhancement and returned to the game.

Then he was disappointed and went back and forth for several years. Finally, he was struck by lightning on the way to his girlfriend's house.

Nico looked at the relieved expression on the face of the eleven-year-old boy in front of him, and couldn't help wondering if the homework he assigned was too difficult.

After all, he hadn't started alchemy yet, and the first work was made of mithril.

There was definitely pressure.

But he could swear to Merlin that he was definitely doing it for the good of the new apprentice.

Starting from scratch, from copper to iron to silver, it was not something that could be done in a month.

And if even this mithril spear blade fails, then don't tell others that he is Nicol Flamel's apprentice.

Vincent, who was pulled back to the real world, looked at his teacher's hesitant expression and thought that he was not optimistic about the actual use of the spear blade.

To be strong or to be handsome?

Only children make choices, and adults of course want both.

In this life, he wants to kick open the manhole cover of the sewer!

"Teacher, let's start now!"

Nico was frightened by his little eyes full of fighting spirit.

What is this to prove?

Is Vincent Wayne qualified to be Nicol Flamel's apprentice?

"Okay, I'll watch from the side."

Over the years, Nico has seen more fighting spirit.

But this time, he instinctively will not be disappointed again.

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