This Hogwarts isn't normal.

It would be fun if the ore, which is not affected by physics and magic, could be wrapped around something big.

"Is this why Muggles stopped going to the moon?"

Nico didn't reply, just looked at the gun blade where the golden light became more and more dazzling.

Vincent, who had already got the answer, stopped his wand steadily.

The most difficult step has been completed, and now all that remains is lighting up the magic runes.

He stretched out his right hand and gently touched the word "??".

The gun blade made of mithril trembled for a moment, and the faint blue light on the text gradually became brighter.

"No dimming, I succeeded!"

Vincent will be fifteen inches in total length,

The Gunblade, which weighs slightly less than the Enfield, fits in the hand.

"Yes, you succeeded." Nico smiled and lowered his wand.

Twenty-two days, three hundred and seven failures.

All these efforts resulted in not only an alchemical mithril weapon, but also a stronger ability to control mana.

In terms of transformation and magic, they have also improved a lot.

Objects can become more refined, releasing magic faster.

However, the gun blade is completed, but the bullet has not yet landed.

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The three underground floors of the building are specially used for testing alchemical items.

It is made of mithril inside and out,

Approximately the size of a basketball court.

Luxury is the first word that comes to Vincent's mind.

Especially after asking about thickness.

He stared blankly at the unnamed gun blade in his hand, feeling that he was still too naive before.

"Teacher, can I ask another question?"

Nico gave the answer as if he already knew it, "It's not the outer layer, it's the inner frame."

Vincent actually knelt down this time.

The frame of an entire building...

"Where did you—where did you come from?"

"Formal and legal, with complete procedures."

The legendary alchemist in front of me, who has a kind smile and has held the magic stone for hundreds of years, is probably the richest person on the planet.

Vincent, whose hands and feet were inexplicably weak, lay helplessly on the Mithril floor.

go to school? What a shit to learn!

He wanted to run to the Ministry of Magic immediately and talk about the acquisition while pointing at Fudge's big hypocritical face.

Nico sat next to him and poured cold water on him in time, "Golden galleons can buy you privileges and status, but there are far more things you can't buy than you imagine."

"Teacher, can't you even think about it?"

"After testing your work,

I plan to start teaching you how to make magic circuits tomorrow. "

Not counting today,

There are only seven days left of the Christmas holiday.

Vincent straightened up immediately, "Teacher, ordinary bullets can't withstand the impact of mithril, right?"

"Yes, so I prepared these. ♦♦ ♦♦♦" Nico snapped his fingers.

The floor in front of the two people quickly shrank around, and a small table filled with various boxes rose up.

He stood up and opened the first yellow one on the left.

It was full of golden nine-millimeter pistol bullets.

"Let's try this first, it's made of orichalcum."

Vincent unloaded the magazines and loaded them one by one naturally.

If the silver box is made of silver iron, then the blue box is probably made of fine gold.

The rest were black and white, and he couldn't guess.

There is a high probability of mysterious outer space ores, but forget about the legendary Uru metal.

When the magazine was reinstalled, five round shooting targets protruded from the side wall.

Nico didn't feel embarrassed, "I have done some simple research on firearms and made several experimental products."

"Can I take a look?" Vincent pulled the bolt.

"Can."

After receiving permission, he raised his right hand and moved the muzzle of the gun downward slightly.

If the springs are all made of mithril, the recoil is probably almost the same as the Enfield.

If you hold it with both hands...

No wonder gun blades only exist in fantasy. Those exaggerated lengths are as long as swords. It would be difficult for his father Eric to control them with one hand.

After a "bang" gunshot, the orichalcum bullet hit the wall under the target.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the gun blade, it's that it has almost zero recoil.

The predecessor of Browning L9A1 was Browning HP.

This hp is certainly not the abbreviation of Harry Potter.

high

power,

Translated is great power.

Even after improvements made by the Belgian fn company,

With Eric's training, the gun blade shaped internally based on it shouldn't be like this.

Vincent's second shot was aimed squarely at the bull's-eye.

The 9 rings are no surprise, just like the extremely low recoil just now.

"This is the characteristic of mithril." Nico motioned for him to listen and test.

“Theoretically, the larger the caliber and the harder the impact, the stronger the recoil will be.

Remember that stick you didn’t cut off? "

Vincent pulled the trigger continuously, "The recoil is offset internally?"

"Every part of it is subject to your mana, except for bullets with higher hardness."

Nico was satisfied with the sight of the bull's-eye.

He opened the blue box first, which contained silver-blue fine gold bullets.

They are heavier compared to orichalcum.

"Put on gloves."

Vincent caught the floating ring.

His magic power cannot be compared to Nico's.

With defensive measures in place, the moment the trigger was pulled, the gun blade experienced the recoil of an ordinary pistol.

Fortunately, the muzzle of the gun was pointed downward, and the bullet hit the 5th ring of the new target.

Switching to lighter silver-iron bullets, the recoil was so strong that it hit the ceiling.

Vincent put down the gun blade and shook his hand, "Teacher, do you want to empty the magazine?"

"Just clear it if you think it's okay."

He switched to the left hand that used the wand and fired a shot, "No, I can clearly feel the vibration inside."

Nico nodded slightly and opened the second to last white box.

Inside is a strange, translucent white bullet with a rounded surface.

It has no cartridge case or primer, only one side is coated with propellant.

Vincent pulled the bolt with his chin and inserted the ore from space.

If it is not affected by physics and magic, no recoil will be felt at all.

And with its rounded warhead alone, it could even penetrate thick mithril walls.

"This is my first time trying this." Nico picked up the ore bullet that was pushed back during the repair process.

It is the most appropriate, but also the most precious.

"Teacher, you should have quite a few, right?"

"This one is the smallest."

Vincent set his sights on the final black box.

Nico put the ore bullet back first, "This is my research in the past twenty years. It should be able to restore the basic characteristics of Uru metal."

The warhead of this black bullet is quite rough, as if it has just come out of work and has not been polished properly.

With an uneasy feeling, Vincent put it into the gun body.

If it could really be restored, the chamber would definitely explode.

Fortunately, the gun blade is made of mithril, which can be completely restored even if it is broken into pieces.

otherwise,

We just met, but now we have to say goodbye.

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