This Hogwarts isn't normal.

On June 19,

late at night,

in Devon, southwest England,

Plymouth Naval Base.

As one of the three active naval bases of the Royal Navy, the military defense here can be said to be the strongest in the UK.

But even with the most advanced monitoring equipment, it can't stop the three invaders tonight.

Led by Hunter, Vincent and Eric walked straight to the underground dock in Devon Port.

As soon as they walked in, the three could see two huge submarines docked on the water.

The Trafalgar-class attack nuclear submarine is the third generation of attack nuclear submarines in service in the British Royal Navy.

Built in April 1979, launched on July 1, 1981, and officially commissioned on May 27, 1983.

"The one on the left is the Yanwan, which was commissioned in 1987, and the one on the right is the Sharp, which was commissioned in 1989..."

With Hunter's introduction, Vincent roughly understood the parameters and configuration of the Trafalgar-class submarines.

The length reaches 85.4 meters, the width is 9.8 meters, and the draft is 9.5 meters.

The overall design adopts a teardrop line, with an aspect ratio of 8.7, close to the optimal value of 7, which is conducive to increasing the speed. The bow is whale-shaped and the stern is thicker.

The hull is a single-hull structure, the hull uses QN-1 steel, the diving depth is 300 meters, and the underwater displacement of the first four ships is 5208 tons.

In terms of power, it uses the PWR-1 pressurized water reactor device manufactured by Rolls-Royce of the country, with a power of 15,000 horsepower.

The weapon system has 5 533 mm torpedo tubes installed at the bow of the submarine, and can also carry up to 20 MK24 Mod2 "Tigerfish" wire-guided torpedoes produced by Marconi.

Of course, it can carry mines instead of torpedoes.

50 MK5 "Stonefish" or MK6 "Sea Urchin" mines can be mixed.

Vincent carefully looked at the two behemoths in front of him.

Nuclear power can be replaced by an alchemical engine of the same level, and the cumbersome weapon system can also optimize the space as much as possible.

Time is running out, and he infiltrates all his mana into the "Sharp" in one breath.

Unlike the EF-2000 fighter a few days ago and the Challenger-2 main battle tank yesterday afternoon, the difficulty of dismantling the Trafalgar-class attack nuclear submarine is undoubtedly the highest.

About 10 minutes later, the hull of the hull gradually floated in the air.

However, this is only the first step. The complex internal structure almost drained all of Vincent's attention, and it was almost impossible to continue to block the surrounding space.

Hunter looked at him sweating profusely and couldn't help but start to worry.

As time passed, more and more small parts floated in the air.

This scene was much more shocking than fighters and tanks.

Half of the dock was full of hulls and parts of various sizes, and the torpedoes and mines carried inside were no exception.

When the last nuclear reactor slowly rose, even Eric's heart was in his throat.

Vincent did not dismantle the nuclear reactor, which could cause a very serious accident if not handled with care.

But even so, his mana was running low.

When all the parts were gathered together and the submarine was completely restored, he was so tired that he fell to his knees.

Eric immediately stepped forward to support him, "How is it?"

"Done..."

Seeing his weak appearance, Eric gently carried him on his back.

"Don't force yourself, remove the magic first, we will find a way out."

Vincent forced a smile, "I'm fine, Dad, just maintain one or two magics, I can do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure."

Eric said nothing more, and walked quickly to the dock exit with him on his back.

Hunter followed closely behind, also saying nothing.

The three left the base and got into the black Bugatti coupe they came in.

Vincent, who was supported to sit in the back seat, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A submarine lost half its life, it is hard to imagine how much mana a larger guy like an aircraft carrier would consume.

I'm afraid there are not many wizards in the entire magic world who can do it.

Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Nico, Tom without a nose...

You can count them on one hand. With his current magic power, the limit is estimated to be the level of frigates. Don't even think about a larger battleship.

Maybe he was too tired. Vincent, leaning on the seat, slowly closed his eyes.

Eric has been paying attention to his son's condition through the rearview mirror.

He slowed down and made a mouth shape to Hunter next to him.

Hunter also made a mouth shape, leaned to the back seat to unbuckle Vincent's seat belt, and then gently helped him so that he could lie comfortably on the seat.

Devon is quite far from London. The two did not say a word throughout the journey until they returned to Oxford Street at dawn.

Before getting out of the car, Eric glanced at Vincent who was sleeping soundly in the back seat.

It was the first time he saw his son fall asleep directly from exhaustion. He probably did this a lot when he was studying magic and alchemy.

He winked at Hunter.

After the two got out of the car, they chatted quietly for a while, and then Eric opened the car door and carried Vincent into the house.

Hunter looked at the backs of the father and son, and his expression gradually became nostalgic.

His stubborn old father also carried him like this when he was a child, but the conflicts between father and son increased as he grew up.

He didn't want to inherit the family's hotel business, so he rebelled and chose to join the army like Eric.

Although his old father was very angry, he also expressed his concerns in various aspects.

For example, he asked him to retire from the army, even though the possibility of going to the battlefield was very small.

Another example was the blind date arranged for him, but in his eyes, those socialites were just marriage partners to expand the family.

"It's been three years since I went home to visit..." Hunter muttered to himself as he walked towards the jeep he drove when he came.

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Vincent slept until noon.

He opened the closet and took out a new set of clothes, went downstairs to wash up, and sat at the dining table.

Eric put down the car magazine in his hand, "I think I should feel better after a good sleep, right?"

Vincent patted his strong chest heavily, "Of course, I have fully recovered."

Eric nodded, picked up the magazine and continued to read.

"Dad, you're already studying the car market?"

"You can't just change your career after the gun ban is issued."

The production line of the magic base station in the alchemy factory has been set up, and the three types of military bases have been visited respectively. It's time to set off for Italy.

It's called a vacation, but it's actually busy again.

I'll visit all the magic ministries in European countries, and I'll have to take some time to build my dream car.

After lunch, Vincent returned to the room and looked through the information of those ministers.

They had more or less contact with Nico's funeral and the global expansion of Gwent before, so I think they shouldn't be too disgusted with Wayne Enterprises.

As long as they give up enough interests to broadcast the Quidditch World Cup, which is a good thing that benefits the people, they will definitely be able to reach a smooth cooperation.

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