This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The longer Vincent disassembled and studied the EF-2000, the longer Hunter coaxed Eric.

When the parts suspended in the air gradually formed the original fighter plane, Hunter finally succeeded in dealing with Eric after paying a heavy price.

"When do we leave?"

"Wait until you arrange everything first."

"No problem!"

"Remember not to tell anyone."

"I understand, it's top secret."

Eric smiled at Vincent who was walking towards him.

As a father, he knew his son's character very well.

A mere Royal Air Force base would definitely not be enough. The army was not difficult, but the navy was a bit troublesome.

With Hunter and him having a decades-long friendship, he was Vincent's uncle anyway, not an irrelevant outsider.

There were many legal loopholes in the magic world, and those loopholes were wider than a football field, and they could be walked through directly.

"Dad, I got it done."

Eric glanced at his watch.

It was 4:30 pm, half an hour early.

"So fast? Don't you need to use that silver to make a replica?"

Vincent confidently reached out his hand and pointed to his forehead, "Everything is stored in there, I won't forget it."

It's not because he has a good memory, but because he can look through his memories at any time.

Besides, with his current level of magic power, he can definitely make a high-level alchemical item like a meditation basin.

As soon as the three of them successfully returned to the ground, Hunter immediately became nervous.

Because the jeep he drove here was gone.

Or was he discovered?

His eyes went dark, and when he was about to fall down, the jeep suddenly appeared in its original position.

Vincent supported him, "Sorry, Uncle Hunter, I forgot to tell you that my magic power is limited, and I can't isolate a large area of ​​space."

Hunter waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, "So this is magic, I thought you had to hold a stick and recite a long string of spells like in the movie."

Vincent smiled and got into the jeep, "Most wizards do need to chant spells to cast spells, I'm just lucky and found a good teacher."

Nicolas Flamel, the famous ancestor of European alchemy in history.

With such a real big man as a teacher, Vincent's magic level will not be low.

Hunter, with a surge of emotions, walked to the side with Eric arm in arm.

The two said a few words and got in the car, looking like they had reached some secret deal.

Vincent didn't care, his mind was full of the recasting plan of EF-2000.

The RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engine has many places that can be improved through alchemy, and the final performance improvement is expected to be more than doubled.

The jeep slowly drove out of the base dormitory area and soon returned to the original hangar No. 7.

The three entered and exited in front of the soldiers, and then got in the car and returned to the runway.

Under Hunter's gaze, Wayne and his son's black Bugatti coupe gradually left the air force base.

After seeing the real magic with his own eyes, he couldn't help but look forward to next week's vacation.

...

...

After dinner,

Vincent returned to the room as soon as possible.

According to the idea in his mind, he used Mithril to reproduce an RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engine.

The so-called afterburning turbofan engine is actually an engine with an afterburner installed at the rear of the turbofan engine, so that the exhaust gas generated by the front end and the gas are re-combusted to generate greater thrust.

Its advantages are high energy efficiency, simple structure, space saving, low noise, and high reliability.

And it also has many disadvantages.

Power limitation, fuel consumption, maintenance cost, and complex control system required.

But in front of Mithril, its advantages will be magnified, and some disadvantages will completely disappear.

Just this size...

Vincent was quite speechless looking at the engine that was longer than his bed.

Let's get started!

First, compress the volume as much as possible.

Mithril is very plastic, and its strength is enough to support the full power operation of the engine.

Then, simplify the structure further.

Alchemical creations do not need fuel at all, and the combustion chamber is only a burden no matter how efficient it is.

Finally, stability.

Although it can maintain full power operation with the strength of mithril, a lot of testing is still needed when the volume has been greatly compressed.

The second engine recast with mithril is as long as an arm.

But Vincent is still not satisfied, and further compresses the volume.

When it was almost dawn, he finally recast an engine with mithril that was only slightly larger than a palm.

"Hmm..." He stretched and decided to start the test tomorrow.

After a good sleep and a healthy green breakfast, it was already 9 o'clock in the morning.

Vincent in the room held the alchemical engine in his left hand and the double snake staff in his right hand under the gaze of Gugu to deal with emergencies at any time.

"10% power..." He started the engine and then jumped to the ceiling.

The dazzling sunlight fell on Gugu's round forehead, and he tilted his head to try to look at the hole.

But he was too fat, and he could only stand up straight by staggering.

The shit shoveler should not die, at most he would break his arms and legs.

He flapped his wings and flew to the desk, and opened the drawer full of snacks with one claw.

The shit shoveler is now very powerful, and it is estimated that he will be back to full health soon. He has to secretly get some snacks before then.

Two bags of dried fish, a bag of potato chips, three bags of dried chicken breasts...

Gugu closed the drawer contentedly, and suddenly turned around as if he sensed something.

Vincent was looking at it with a smile, "What were you doing just now?"

"Gugu..."

"Don't explain, I saw you hiding snacks."

Poor Gugu was driven out of the room.

It raised its proud little head and flapped its little wings to go downstairs.

Eh? Is there a guest coming?

Gugu accelerated and jumped into a warm embrace.

Hermione, who had just walked into Wayne's house, held it in front of her, "Good morning, how did you know I was here?"

She was wearing a light yellow strapless dress with a wide shoulder strap and a pair of retro white shoes on her feet. She looked more casual and everyday, but her makeup was as exquisite as ever.

Gugu recognized her at a glance and kept complaining to her.

"You mean Vincent?"

"Gugugu..."

"What happened to him?"

"Gugugu..."

Hermione seemed to understand and looked at the stairs in the house, "You said he found you taking back the snacks he hid?"

"Gugu!"

"And then he kicked you out of the room?"

"Gugu!"

Evelyn kept an awkward but polite smile on her face, "Gugu has been losing weight recently."

She gently stroked Gugu's round forehead, "You also know that he is busy doing some experiments all day, otherwise he would not have been unaware of your arrival."

Hermione retracted her gaze, "It's okay, Auntie, I should have called before coming, I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"No way." Evelyn led her in enthusiastically, "There are not many people coming to our house all year round, how could we not welcome you?"

Eric in the living room was still holding a newspaper in his hand, and he walked forward enthusiastically when he saw that it was Hermione who came.

"Come, sit down, I'll call him down."

Hermione quickly stood in front of him, "No need, uncle, he is always very focused when doing experiments, let's not disturb him."

The Waynes looked at each other silently.

Such a considerate and good girl, their silly son really picked up a treasure.

……

……