"Nuclear bomb!" Fred and George's eyes lit up. Like Vizet, they were immensely curious about just how powerful a nuclear bomb was.
With a Muggle weapon like a nuclear bomb, it was not easy to openly and legitimately observe one in front of Mrs. Weasley.
If the two of them acted alone and tried to detonate a nuclear bomb, Mrs. Weasley would definitely plant her hands on her hips and stop them in a stern voice.
But things were completely different now. They were not detonating this nuclear bomb merely for fun.
"What nuclear bomb?" The flames in The Master's eye sockets flickered brightly and dimly, fully exposing the panic in his heart. "What exactly is a nuclear bomb?!"
Vizet began to explain patiently. "Mr. Miklantikutli, it is a product of technology. Explaining it would be rather comp—"
"Damn it!" The Master cursed, roughly cutting Vizet off. "I wasn't asking you that! Where is it? How can it hurt me? How?!"
The flames in his eye sockets blazed brilliantly, as though he were searching for something. Then he let out a sinister laugh. "I don't feel anything! You're deceiving me! You damned bastard!"
"You don't feel anything?" Vizet blinked, his gaze resting on The Master. "Feeling nothing was exactly what I expected... what you should be feeling."
Sensing Vizet's gaze, The Master seemed to realize something. His trembling voice was full of terror. "You damned bastard! What did you do to me? What did you do to me?!"
"Or perhaps I should ask a few more questions..." Vizet said unhurriedly. "For example, how did I obtain this nuclear bomb..."
"It is actually somewhat complicated. I did not truly obtain it. I merely borrowed one when Voldemort intended to attack Paris."
"I used that nuclear bomb as a weapon and threw