Eric, a former special forces soldier, is highly efficient, Vincent, influenced by his surroundings, has become the same.
The second version, featuring immense power, was ultimately decided to be the P90 submachine gun, the latest offering from the Belgian Herstal Company.
It features a bullpup design with the feed point located behind the grip, giving it an appearance resembling an alien weapon.
Although it looks flashy, its power is by no means lacking.
It has a rate of fire of 1,000 rounds per minute, and can fire 16 bullets per second.
To complete it, Vincent scrapped two P90s that Eric had obtained through special channels.
In order to circumvent laws against the misuse of Muggle items, the rounded shape was modified to be more rugged.
After restoring the third floor to its state a week prior, he picked up the magazine and began to wait patiently.
If the Undetectable Extension Charm is applied, theoretically there will be no longer any capacity limitations.
Half a day passed, and the Ministry of Magic still hadn't sent a warning letter.
This is the card!
Vincent had just raised his wand to cast the Undetectable Extension Charm on the magazine when the doorbell rang downstairs.
He walked down the stairs with an innocent look on his face and saw his parents greeting Dumbledore was smiling.
Is it really a phoenix?
"Yes, Mrs. Wayne."
Vincent's face stiffened. "Professor, are you here to give me a warning letter?"
"Oh, yes."
That old geezer is really wicked.
Unfortunately, the Wayne own a gun shop, so this little threat had absolutely no effect.
"Well, I was just kidding." Dumbledore withdrew his scrutinizing gaze.
Both of them were people who had seen a lot, and their son inherited that trait.
Vincent rolled his eyes at him. "Professor, am I supposed to go to your 'funeral' with you?"
"That's right, Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle' passed away' the day before yesterday."
Eric and Evelyn remained unmoved, as if they already knew the inside story.
Dumbledore.
The fact that this secret was shared indicates that there are no problems in the family relationship.
"Oh, right, there's also the medal awarding ceremony next week."
He looked again at the Wayne couple Wayne, you are both among the invited witnesses."
A pure white invitation with gold lettering sits on the coffee table.
The instant Evelyn touched it, it suddenly transformed into two white badges with red borders, shaped like two overlapping "W" letters.
"Next week—" she said, glancing at Eric beside her, "Honey, it looks like we'll have to postpone our Hawaii vacation by a few days."
A glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "The location is a meeting place in London, not too far from here."
The Wayne both marveled at the badge.
It is clearly made of metal, but it doesn't feel cold to the touch.
"Mr. Dumbledore, are there any dress requirements?"
"As long as it's appropriate and comfortable, that's fine." Dumbledore pretended not to notice Vincent's little glance over.
"Personally, I suggest taking this seriously, after all, this is an occasion with wizards from various countries participating."
The Wayne couple both knew what he meant.
Such an important occasion is sure to make the international front page news.
The award ceremony is not held every year, and this year there are seven recipients.
As Eric and Evelyn exchanged glances, Vincent could only pray that his dress wouldn't be too flashy.
"Professor, when do we leave?"
"Now."
Dumbledore stood up regretfully and politely said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.
Enveloped in red flames, he appeared with Vincent on a beach.
There is a stretch of coastline that winds for nearly a hundred miles, a spectacular natural landscape.
"Professor, is this the Jurassic Coast of East German?"
"Yes." Dumbledore led him to the bottom of an arched cliff.
The Jurassic Coast consists of cliffs from the Triassic, Jurassic, and Cretaceous periods, spanning the Mesozoic era and recording 180 million years of geographical history.
667 years is not even a fraction of what this place is, but it's quite suitable as a funeral site.
"Professor, who will be there?"
"Some of Nicolas Flamel's friends, and some members of the International Confederation of Wizards."
To make the best of a show, the witness should naturally be someone of high status.
There is a stone platform on the sea surface at the bottom of the arched cliff. As they walk over, steps automatically appear.
There was already a person standing on the platform.
He had short, silver-white hair, wore a dark green woolen overcoat, and carried an old-fashioned brown leather briefcase.
Vincent only saw the back of the figure, but he guessed who it was.
"I thought we would be the first to arrive." Dumbledore stopped beside him.
"I arrived early." He turned his head with a complicated expression. "This must be Mr. Wayne?"
"Hello, Mr. Scamander." Vincent extended his hand politely. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."
Newt Scamander gripped his right hand tightly. "Rolf talks about you often. He says you're the best person he's ever met."
"He didn't say anything bad, did he?"
"No, it's all good."
Vincent released his grip. "That puts my mind at ease."
"Newt Scamander, haven't they arrived yet?"
"Tina said she'll be there with Queenie and the others." Newt Scamander's face turned very grim.
Dumbledore's smile held a hint of ingratiation. "Is it because of what happened last time?"
"It's all your fault!"
Newt Scamander's tone was slightly resentful, "She's been ignoring me for two whole weeks."
"I showed up just in time."
"And there's the matter of teaching at Hogwarts."
"You can refuse."
He bent down towards Vincent, "Son, never believe a word he says."
Because you never know what he wants you to do, nor can you predict the consequences of doing so.
I completely agree.
Dumbledore couldn't help but wipe his eyes. "Oh—you've hurt the fragile heart of an old man."
Don't pity him.
"I know what 'you got what you deserve' means, Mr. Scamander."
The two, who felt like they had known each other for a long time, raised their hands and high-fived each other, leaving Dumbledore both helpless and frustrated.
So what if they almost drowned in the Kraken? They should be holding the brain-dead official who angered it accountable.
"Vincent, I think you've probably already guessed that something big has happened recently."
"No, I don't want to know." Vincent shook his head, showing absolutely no interest in knowing.
Judging from Newt Scamander's barely concealed resentment, the whole affair is likely to be quite bizarre and convoluted.
"A little over a month ago—"
"I won't listen, I won't listen—" He covered his ears with both hands and shook his head more frequently.
Dumbledore seemed to have something to do with the Wayne family's vacation in Hawaii earlier, and now that he's brought it up, it's almost certain he has ulterior motives.