This Hogwarts is not normal

To permanently fix one of Mithril's forms requires extremely precise manipulation of mana.

Then, keeping it the same, draw a magic rune that symbolizes this form.

"Mithril has many advantages, one of which is that it can be modified at any time."

Nicol picked up yesterday's ring and wiped all its magical runes with his wand.

The flowing mithril was shaped by him into an extremely slender sword.

New magical runes were inscribed, and the sword became the same glove as yesterday.

Vincent noticed a certain difference, "Teacher, every time a new form is added, does the magic rune have to be changed again?"

"That's right." Nico shaped the glove into a soldering pen, "If you don't make appropriate changes, each of its forms will interfere with each other."

"Is there an upper limit?"

"As long as your mana is strong enough, you can finally maintain all forms at the same time."

He carved the last magical rune, and then lit up all the words with powerful magic power.

"Visualizing all the forms in your mind, waving your wand for the final permanent fix."

The Mithril floating in mid-air turned into a slender sword with an extremely dazzling golden luster.

Every time Niko changes form, it will shine golden like success.

"Remember, do this step all at once."

All illuminated magical runes faded to dim when transformed into rings.

Seeing how relaxed he was, Vincent couldn't help thinking about whether to add a shape or two to his spear blade.

"My child, greed is the original sin."

Nico caught the falling ring, "You are still young, this is just the beginning."

Alchemy is extensive and profound, and there is an equivalent magical circuit.

The puppet created by combining the above two skills is a work of art that ordinary wizard Qiongqi can't complete in his life.

"Teacher, thank you for pointing out my shortcomings."

Vincent's thanks come from the bottom of my heart.

Hermione was right, no one can be lucky forever.

Although his luck is very good, he also encountered a lot of bad luck.

"You two, it's lunch time." Perenal outside the workshop had been here for a long time.

Nico put down the ring, "Come on, kid.

The consequences of not eating on time can be serious. "

Vincent looked at Perenal who was smiling gently.

A great writer was right.

The restaurant of the building is not on the top floor, but on the seventh floor where you can clearly see the surrounding scenery.

All three of them have the character of not actively chatting during meals.

Nicole and Perenal are French, and they pay special attention to details of etiquette.

Vincent is simply a habit of his previous life.

Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking.

After a quiet and peaceful lunch, he was not in a hurry to go to the workshop, but was studying his magic runes.

The alchemy mithril gun blade has only one form, so the word "?" does not need to be specially modified to permanently solidify the flowing mithril.

The newly written magical runes on the parchment attract Nico who is standing by the window admiring the scenery.

He first nodded secretly at the fifteen-inch long alder wand, and then looked at the "?" text, which had been shortened a lot.

[Exclusive to Vincent Edward Wayne]

This is a simple and straightforward markup.

"Teacher, let's start."

"it is good."

Workshop on the thirteenth floor.

Vincent chose this place for a simple reason.

In a zero-gravity environment, mana can shape mithril more easily.

The completed trigger section can attest to this.

His left hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Even if the difficulty is reduced, it cannot be completed in three or two days.

"Memorize the shape of each part."

The trigger slowly turns into a hammer and then into a spring.

Once the smallest three parts were complete, Vincent began shaping the magazine.

The flowing mithril was just half completed when it suddenly exploded as if it couldn't bear it.

Nico raised his hand, and a barrier covering the entire workshop appeared instantly.

The floating mithril was restrained into a ball under his gesture.

"Don't be discouraged, child."

"Go on, teacher."

After a whole afternoon, Vincent finally managed to shape the magazine.

He also took care of the handle of the gun before retiring for the night.

But for a gun body of the same length as the alder wand, it took nearly two days.

It took less than half a month to fully shape the entire spear blade.

The problem before him now is how to successfully engrave his magic runes on it while maintaining his form.

Nico took the wand today, "I'm only responsible for your safety."

Vincent painted on the gun again with a bitter face.

With one stroke, the gun blade exploded into countless small silver droplets.

Judging from such progress, it seems quite prescient for Nico to choose to use repairable Mithril as a material.

"Don't think about it, let's start next time."

Vincent, who had just enough mana, actually just lacked a little proficiency.

After failing seven days in a row, when the number of times was about to reach 300, the gun blade finally glowed with a faint golden luster.

"?", just one stroke away.

But at the very end, it was like a boundary blocking him out.

When Nico was about to comfort him, Vincent indicated with his eyes that he was fine.

Only 307 portrays, he can accept this result.

Alchemy, like potions, is a subject of proficiency.

After a brief rest, 3 times officially started.

The shaping speed of the spear blade is of course not as good as the ring made by Nico.

"Teacher, what is there that is harder than Mithril?"

"In addition to silver and iron, there are two more."

Vincent, who was distracted from chatting, still held his wand in his left hand, "It can't be orichalcum and adamantine, can it?"

"Of course it's—" Nicole dragged his voice.

"Of course it's impossible."

The magic runes on the blade almost fell off.

"Although mountain copper and pure gold do exist, they are not as high as mithril and silver iron in terms of hardness or demon-friendly properties."

Vincent wrote the penultimate stroke, "Teacher, I'm really curious."

Nico didn't continue to sell the joke, "Ulu metal that only exists in fairy legends, and an ore from outer space."

"Unsmelted ore?"

"Yes, it is not affected by all physics and magic, and is a natural anti-magic material."

"Is it precious?" Vincent wrote the last stroke.

Nico nodded in satisfaction at first, and then shook his head meaningfully, "It is right now, but it will not be in the future."

The manned moon landing has been realized, and it is only a matter of time before going to the universe to mine.

Unfortunately, as long as there is a "Secrecy Act", wizards will never be able to compete with Muggles.

According to Fudge's short-sightedness, it will even limit the exploration of the universe.

The magic governments of other countries may have similar ideas.

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