This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Tornado fighter was designed in March 1969, the first prototype was tested in December 1973, mass production began in 1976, and it was officially put into service in July 1980.

When Hunter introduced its detailed parameters, Eric kept a cold face throughout the whole process, and seemed very unhappy.

"The Tornado fighter adopts an all-metal semi-monocoque structure. Its fuselage with a large cross-sectional size has a large internal space. There is also a high-strength central wing box and shaft above the middle section of the fuselage-"

"Stop!" Eric couldn't help but interrupt him, "We have known each other for so many years, and you are sending us away with this kind of stuff that is about to be retired?"

The excitement on Vincent's face disappeared instantly.

The Tornado fighter has been born for 21 years and has served in the Royal Air Force for 14 years. It is indeed not very advanced.

Military equipment has an update cycle. The navy's surface ships are about 30 years old, the army's equipment will not exceed 10 years, and the air force's fighters have a service life of 20 years at most.

It is 1994 now, and the big ying has not started to sag yet, and it can fully support the renewal of the Royal Air Force.

Hunter smiled awkwardly, "The new fighter is still under development-"

"Development bullshit!" Eric looked contemptuous, "EF-2000, right? The fourth-generation and a half fighter designed by Britain, Germany, Italy and Spain officially made its first flight at the end of March this year."

Hunter blushed.

He looked at the soldiers guarding the hangar door and lowered his voice as much as possible: "How did you know? This news is the top secret of the military."

Eric narrowed his eyes and raised one corner of his mouth slightly, "I'm retired, not dead, you know the ability of our SAS."

SAS is the Special Air Service Regiment, their members are absolute army aces, and a considerable number of MI6 agents come from this special forces.

Eric is the former captain of the SAS Blue Team, and the new fighter of the Royal Air Force is not a top secret at all.

Vincent looked at his old father quietly.

Your father will always be your father.

Not only is he good at picking up girls, he is also good at pretending.

Look at Hunter who was choked and couldn't say a word. Invisible pretending is really the most deadly.

But Eric didn't intend to waste time. He whispered a few words to Hunter's ear mysteriously.

"What? No, no, absolutely not!"

"You are a major now, and we are old friends for so many years."

Hunter looked at the soldier guarding the gate again, "You old man want to make me go to the military court?"

Eric put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, no one will find out."

"How can you guarantee it?"

Eric pouted at Vincent, "My son is very capable. Not to mention this air force base, he can enter and exit Buckingham Palace freely."

Hunter was full of disbelief, "If that's the case, why did you ask me to help you get a visitor's pass?"

"How did I know that your authority as a major was so low that you couldn't even go in and take a look."

Take a look? That is the top secret of the Royal Air Force, the most heavily guarded place in the entire base.

007 is just a movie, James Bond is just fiction. In reality, who can sneak into a heavily guarded military stronghold alone?

Not to mention Vincent, a student.

"Don't even think about it." Hunter said with a straight face, "It's good enough to be able to visit the Tornado. If it's someone else, I can only show him the Harrier at most."

The Harrier fighter is a second-generation and a half fighter that entered service in April 1969.

The Tornado is also a third-generation aircraft, much better than the single-purpose second-generation aircraft.

Seeing that Hunter didn't believe it, Eric had to wink at his baby son.

"Ahem..." Vincent cleared his throat and slowly raised his left hand, "Uncle Hunter, please look carefully."

Starting from the index finger, his entire palm began to slowly disappear.

Hunter was so scared that he pushed Eric away and stepped forward to grab Vincent's left arm without a palm as if he had seen a ghost.

"Bloody hell! How did you do it?"

Vincent glanced at the surveillance camera in the hangar, and silently and without a wand, he used magic to isolate the surrounding space.

"Hogwarts is actually a magic school."

"What? Magic what?"

"Magic school."

Hunter let go of his hand blankly, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "Kid, I admit that your magic is very entertaining, but don't joke, magic doesn't exist."

Vincent shrugged at Eric, cancelled the Disillusionment Charm covering his palm, and then slowly spread his palm.

A small spark floated in the air, and it wrote two words in the air.

Magic exists

Magic exists.

Hunter turned his neck stiffly and stared at Eric blankly, "You old man came here to make fun of me, right?"

He walked straight to the hangar door, "I'm very busy, I don't have time to play with you."

With a "bang", he seemed to hit something and suddenly sat down on the ground.

Vincent reached out his hand and helped him up from a distance, "Uncle Hunter, now you can finally believe it, right?"

Magic actually exists!

Hunter's worldview was suddenly turned upside down, and his expression inevitably became terrified.

Eric slapped him on the back at this time, "What? My son is not a monster."

Hunter smiled bitterly, "You have to give me some time to calm down."

"Okay, you continue."

After such an interruption, Hunter quickly accepted the fact.

The look he looked at Vincent was no longer frightened, but became curious.

"So you're a wizard?"

"Yes."

"Then why did Prime Minister Churchill repeal the Witchcraft Act in 1951? Did he really have any distant wizard relatives?"

"Of course not. In fact, it is because many wizards participated in World War II. Prime Minister Churchill reached a non-interference agreement with wizards after the war. The British government will try its best to help wizards hide the existence of magic, and wizards will also show up to help in critical moments. British Government.”

"Our government knows about magic?"

"Yes, but only the current prime minister and his cronies know."

"Where's the Queen? Does she know?"

"You know, Buckingham Palace is secretly protected by wizards."

Hunter holds the rank of major, barely considered a high-ranking member of the military.

Moreover, he did not delve too much into the secrets of the magical world. Vincent only satisfied his curiosity. Strictly speaking, this did not violate the "Law of Secrecy."

"Uncle Hunter, can we..."

"Are you sure no one will find out?"

"Sure and sure."

"Come with me."

The three of them walked out of the hangar and got into the jeep. Hunter, who was driving, was careful the whole time.

Eric, who was in the back seat, looked down at his watch.

It's almost 3 p.m., and it's not okay to take things this slowly.

"Hey! The old lady who drives the car can drive faster than you!"

"Hush -" Hunter slowed down the car, "We are almost in the restricted area, and the surveillance around us is no joke."

Eric rolled his eyes at him, "Don't worry, if you really go to court-martial, we will definitely get you out."

This joke is not funny at all.

Hunter has just accepted the fact that magic exists, and it still takes time to fully adapt.

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