This Hogwarts is not normal

There are only a few hangars on the surface at Brize Norton Royal Air Force Base, but the most core hangars are often built in some inconspicuous places.

The jeep came to an area that looked like a dormitory.

There are many soldiers in training here, as well as civilian employees who come out for a walk and rest.

Hunter, who was driving, found that no one noticed their arrival, and stepped on the accelerator a little nervously.

When the jeep passed by a group of soldiers running with weights, he closed his eyes nervously.

"Uncle Hunter, there's a turn ahead."

Hearing Vincent's reminder, Hunter opened his eyes and turned the steering wheel.

It was a close call, we almost crashed into the dormitory building.

But what made him even more fortunate was that no one actually discovered them.

It is completely hidden visually, even the noisy engine sound can be covered up.

The magic is amazing!

No wonder Prime Minister Churchill abolished the Witchcraft Act. If wizards were to get ruthless, they could definitely assassinate politicians from various countries silently.

Hunter gradually grew bolder.

He stepped on the accelerator of the jeep and drove madly through the dormitory area of ​​the air force base.

Eric in the back seat looked down at his watch again.

It’s 3:20 pm, with more than two hours left.

He raised his hand and slapped Hunter on the back of his head, "Are you a child? Hurry up and do your job!"

Hunter slowed down the car with a depressed look on his face, "No problem, you are the boss now, you have the final say."

The jeep turned back to the dormitory area, drove towards the soldiers' training ground, and finally stopped in front of a warehouse next to the runway.

"Here we are."

There are no guards, no cameras, and it really won't attract any attention.

Just when Vincent thought there was a different world inside the warehouse, Hunter pointed to the ground on the left side of the warehouse.

"The entrance is here. Once it is opened, the relevant security protocol will be activated. With my authority, I can unlock it, but the relevant records will be uploaded to the computer."

Vincent came to the entrance and squatted down, and powerful magic power instantly penetrated in.

"Uncle Hunter, we can go in now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hole that kept expanding suddenly appeared in the ground in front of him, revealing the steps underneath.

"Uh..." Hunter stared blankly at him as he walked away.

Eric patted his shoulder and said, "What's the big deal? There's more magic to come."

The two of them walked down one after another, and under the bright light they could see a long staircase.

Vincent, who was walking ahead, stopped in front of an elevator.

This also requires permissions, but it's not that troublesome.

Magic can interfere with the operation of electronic devices. As long as the manipulation of magic power is delicate enough, it can affect the device without stopping it.

This was not difficult at all for Vincent, who had been carving magic circuits for a long time. He could even control electronic equipment for a short period of time with such precision.

When Eric and Hunter arrived, the elevator door was already opened.

The three of them walked into the elevator in silence.

"Uncle Hunter, are there any soldiers guarding down there?"

"No, this is a hangar used for improvements and experiments, and there are only a few researchers here."

The elevator slowly sank into the ground, and when the door opened, a particularly huge space could be seen.

The inside is divided into areas, each area has a fighter jet with a different appearance, and there are many complex machines around them.

There are not many scientific researchers, only about ten in total.

Hunter walked in front, "The EF-2000 was not developed here. What our Air Force got was the prototype."

Vincent looked at the fighter planes under development curiously, "Uncle Hunter, are they all new fighter planes developed independently by the Air Force?"

"Not entirely. A considerable number of them are active fighter jets from other countries. The researchers here are responsible for not only developing new technologies but also reverse engineering."

We should learn from the advantages and improve the disadvantages.

Not only politics, but also military affairs are full of intrigues.

History has long proved that working in isolation is simply not feasible, and no country or organization can maintain its dominant position forever.

Vincent silently withdrew his gaze and followed Hunter quietly.

The three of them soon came to a fighter plane with a delta wing and canard layout.

The EF in EF-2000 refers to Eurofighter, and 2000 is the expected delivery year of its production model.

The aircraft adopts a canard-type delta-wing tailless layout, with a rectangular air intake located under the fuselage.

Except for the canard, the fuselage, wings, ventral fins, rudders and other parts are made of carbon fiber composite materials.

It has strong maneuverability and agility in the air and has the ability to take off and land at short distances. The extensive use of composite materials even gives it partial stealth capabilities.

Vincent walked past a researcher who was debugging the machine and carefully examined the EF-2000 in front of him.

Carbon fiber composites, glass fiber reinforced plastics, aluminum-lithium alloys, titanium alloys, aluminum alloys...

Composite materials account for about 40%, making it worthy of being an advanced fourth-generation and a half fighter.

Eric and Hunter did not come forward.

It was not because they were worried about being discovered by the researcher who walked away inexplicably, but because both of them knew clearly that Vincent was not just visiting.

A magical scene appeared.

The entire fighter jet seemed to be disassembled bit by bit by countless invisible hands. What was even more amazing was that the parts were actually floating in the air.

First comes the special screws used for fixing, then the shell made of composite materials, and then the densely packed pipes and lines.

They were all neatly arranged in mid-air, as if held up by countless pairs of invisible hands.

Even the two most sophisticated RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engines were dismantled, and the high-performance aviation kerosene in the fuel tank floated up drop by drop against gravity.

Hunter's breathing became more and more rapid. "What is he doing? If this thing can't be put back together, those old men in the military will kill me."

"Don't worry." Eric said with a nonchalant look on his face, "My son is Nicolas Flamel's apprentice. He spends all day tinkering with metal or machinery. I've never seen him fail to restore anything."

"Who? Nico what?"

"Nicholas Flamel."

Hunter suddenly became excited. "A 14th century French alchemist? The one who created the Philosopher's Stone?"

Eric patted him on the back calmly, "Right."

Hunter was shaken by the slap, but he didn't react at all. He just stared blankly at the countless parts floating in the air.

After a long time, he finally said: "What on earth are wizards?"

Eric thought about it carefully. "According to my son's original words, the so-called magical blood of wizards refers to the extraordinary blood obtained by their ancestors through magic experiments or intermarriage with magical intelligent life forms such as giants and veela. Most of us ordinary people do not have enough magic in our blood to awaken and become wizards."

"Wait a minute—Giant? Veela?"

"My son's school has a half-giant professor, and he also said he met a half-veela last year."

Hunter crashed again.

The existence of wizards is shocking enough, but giants and veela actually exist too?

"What about the giant...dragon?"

"Yes, I saw one myself."

Driven by strong curiosity, Hunter suddenly had a crazy idea.

He wants to see the magical world!

No matter what method!

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