This Hogwarts is not normal

Scipio and Mustapha understood that Vincent's talk of managing the business was just an excuse.

It's a pity to waste such a good seedling, but after all, it's someone else's choice, and they won't interfere too much.

Compared to his Quidditch talent, Vincent can obviously create greater value in alchemy.

Not long after sunset, the three of them arrived at the Colosseum on the ground.

In the nearly 2000 years since its inception, this once magnificent building has experienced countless earthquakes and wars, and now only a broken skeleton remains.

In 1754, it was completely destroyed during a famous broom race hosted by the then Italian Minister for Magic and the British Minister for Magic, due to a large-scale conflict between supporters of both sides.

Although it was later restored to its original state, in a sense it is no longer the original Roman Colosseum.

Scipio spoke briefly to the staff of the Italian Ministry of Magic, and then led Vincent and Mustafa to the top of the rising rows of stands.

Magic projections are not affected by sunlight, so the effect is the same whether it is day or night.

However, in order to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles as much as possible, larger events in the wizarding world are usually held at night.

As the interference magic surrounded the entire Colosseum, a white beam of light slowly shot out from the performance area in the central flat ground below, reaching straight into the sky.

Its height is close to three hundred meters, and the fan-shaped light curtain is four hundred meters wide.

Scipio and Mustapha seemed particularly excited.

The size of the Magic Projector is shocking enough, and a slightly poor display quality is not unacceptable.

Vincent noticed the reactions of both of them.

Anything produced by Wayne must be of high quality.

He raised his wrist, turned on the magic communicator, and projected a simple operating interface.

"Mr. Minister, Mr. Chairman, please get ready. I am about to start projecting the images."

As his fingertips slid lightly, a square video on the projection interface in front of him was thrown onto the huge projection high in the sky.

A dim Muggle neighborhood appeared, and Mustafa was startled by the newspapers blown by the wind, so he raised his hands to protect himself.

Scipio smiled and said, "Mr. Chairman, this is just a magical projection. There is no need to make a fuss."

Just as he finished speaking, several bolts of lightning struck the trucks on the block.

"Oh my God!" Scipio was so frightened that he almost fell down on the stands at his feet.

Mustafa was mentally prepared this time and was not frightened.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a strange little dot suddenly appeared on the magic projection screen.

It swelled into a huge sphere in the blink of an eye, and countless lightning bolts struck the blocks from its surface.

The entire Roman Colosseum flickered, as if the illusion in the projection had descended into the real world.

When the intense light came on, everyone subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes.

After the strong light disappeared, the truck container seemed to be swallowed by the sphere, and the edge of the arc still retained the orange-red color representing the high temperature.

Then, the picture moved downwards little by little, and a naked man half-kneeling on the ground could be seen.

He slowly raised his head, looked around, and looked at the street opposite the alley in the distance.

The screen suddenly turned red, and as it scanned several motorcycles, several lines of numbers and text flashed quickly on both sides.

Then the view swept across a car and a bar, as if suggesting that this man was not a normal human being.

Sure enough, the next second he opened the door of the bar and glanced at the two women who were staring at his lower body with surprise on their faces.

Then he walked over to the people playing billiards, stood in front of a bearded man smoking a cigar, and scanned the man's clothes from top to bottom.

"I need your clothes, your boots, your motorcycle."

The people around him burst into laughter, and the bearded man moved closer to him with a sneer.

"You forgot to say 'please'."

After saying this, the bearded man took a puff of his cigar provocatively, then blew a large cloud of smoke into his expressionless face and pressed the cigar against his chest.

After a crushing fight, the naked man changed into the bearded man's leather jacket, leather pants and boots.

He leaves the bar and gets on his motorcycle, but the owner points a shotgun at him.

"You can't just walk away like this and leave the motorcycle behind, or you'll be in trouble."

He got off the motorcycle, slowly walked up to the bar owner, and snatched the shotgun that was pointed at him.

The threat was lifted, but he didn't seem to let go of the bar owner who raised his hands in surrender.

Just when everyone thought that a fight was about to break out again, he simply took a pair of sunglasses from the other person's chest pocket and put them on.

He slowly turned around, got on the motorcycle again, put the shotgun into the storage box at the rear, and then rode away.

Vincent glanced at Scipio and Mustapha and was very pleased with their fixed gazes.

This is the charm of Muggle movies. Just the beginning is enough to make the two wizards addicted.

The wizarding world is sorely lacking in entertainment programs. Although it is impossible to copy ready-made Muggle film and television series, when magic televisions based on magic projection become widely popularized, wizards will definitely vigorously develop the film and television industry.

By eliminating the special effects production process, the shooting cycle will only be shorter. It is even very likely that, like the short dramas thirty years later, dozens or even hundreds of episodes can be shot in one afternoon.

When the wizards' film and television industry develops to this level, magic communicators will be able to fully enter the mobile Internet era and officially replace those abandoned sunset industries.

When Vincent thought of this, the giant screen in the night sky had already played another exciting part of the classic science fiction movie "Terminator".

The man stumbled out as the exploded truck burst into flames.

His whole body was engulfed in flames and he soon fell to the ground.

The male and female protagonists who were being hunted hugged each other, but a metal skeleton slowly stood up in front of them.

The man who seemed to have traveled through time and space was indeed an invulnerable robot.

Vincent looked again at Scipio and Mustapha.

The two had been completely absorbed by the plot, and were staring at the escaping hero and heroine on the giant screen with worried looks on their faces.

The magic projection is not only shocking in size, but also brings an immersive viewing experience.

Vincent nodded again in satisfaction.

As a mass media, movies are an economical and elegant form of leisure, which allows every ordinary person to enjoy high-level culture.

It is just a two-dimensional plane now, and in the future, three-dimensional magic projection will only make the audience more immersive.

He couldn't help but start to wonder to what extent such a dream-making art as film would develop in the hands of wizards.

And when the shackles that bind them are completely removed, what earth-shaking changes will the magic world usher in?

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