To permanently fix one of the forms of Mithril, extremely precise manipulative manipulation is required.
Then, while keeping everything unchanged, a Magical Runes symbolizing this form was depicted.
"Mithril has many advantages, one of which is that it can be modified at any time."
Nicolas Flamel picked up yesterday's ring and wiped away all its Magical Runes, with her wand.
He sculpted the flowing Mithril into an extremely slender sword.
The new Magical Runes were inscribed, and then the sword transformed into a glove identical to the one from yesterday.
Vincent noticed a difference. "Teacher, does Magical Runes need to be modified every time a new form is added?"
"That's right." Nicolas Flamel molded the glove into a soldering pen. "If no proper modifications are made, each of its forms will interfere with the others."
Is there an upper limit?
"As long as your magic power is strong enough, you can eventually maintain all the forms at the same time."
He inscribed the last Magical Runes, then illuminated all the text with his powerful magic.
"Imagine all the forms in your mind, and wave your wand to make them permanent."
The Mithril floating in mid-air transformed into a slender sword, gleaming with an extremely dazzling golden luster.
Every time Nicolas Flamel Transfiguration, it glows with golden light as if it has succeeded.
"Remember, you must complete this step in one go."
When it turned into a ring, all the glowing Magical Runes, gradually dimmed.
Seeing how relaxed he was, Vincent couldn't help but start to consider adding one or two forms to his Gunblade.
"Child, greed is the original sin."
Nicolas Flamel caught the falling ring. "You're still young. This is just the beginning."
Alchemy is profound and complex, and it also has its equivalent Magical Circuit.
The Magical Automaton created by combining the two techniques mentioned above is an artwork that an ordinary wizard like Qiongqi could not complete in his entire life.
"Teacher, thank you for pointing out my shortcomings."
Vincent's gratitude was heartfelt.
Hermione is right, no one can be lucky forever.
Although he was very lucky, he also encountered a lot of bad luck.
"Gentlemen, it's lunchtime." Perenelle had been waiting outside the workroom for quite some time.
Nicolas Flamel put down the ring. "Let's go, child."
The consequences of not eating on time can be severe.
Vincent looked at Perenelle, who was smiling gently.
A certain great writer was right.
The building's restaurant is not on the top floor, but on the seventh floor, where you can have a clear view of the surrounding scenery.
All three of them are the type of people who don't initiate conversations during meals.
Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle were France, and they paid particular attention to etiquette in the details.
Vincent's simplicity is a habit from his past life.
Do not speak while eating or sleeping.
After a quiet and peaceful lunch, he didn't rush to his workshop, but instead studied his Magical Runes.
The alchemical Mithril Gunblade has only one form, so the "?" text does not need to be specially modified to permanently solidify the flowing Mithril.
The Magical Runes newly written on the parchment attracted Nicolas Flamel, who was standing by the window admiring the view.
He first nodded to the fifteen-inch-long Alder Wand, then looked at the "?" character, which had been significantly shortened.
[Vincent Edward Wayne Exclusive]
This is a simple and straightforward label.
"Teacher, let's begin."
"Good."
The workroom on the thirteenth floor.
Vincent's reason for choosing this location is simple.
In a zero-gravity environment, mana can more easily shape Mithril.
The completed trigger section proves this point.
His left hand, holding the wand, was trembling slightly.
Even if the difficulty is reduced, it still cannot be completed in just a few days.
"Memorize the shape of each part."
The trigger slowly transforms into a hammer, and then into a spring.
Once the three smallest parts were completed, Vincent began shaping the magazine.
The flowing Mithril was only half-finished when it suddenly exploded as if it couldn't withstand the pressure.
Nicolas Flamel raised his hand, and instantly a barrier appeared that covered the entire workspace.
The floating Mithril was still bound together by his gestures.
"Don't be discouraged, child."
"Continue, teacher."
After spending the entire afternoon, Vincent finally succeeded in shaping the magazine.
Before resting that night, he also fixed the gun handle.
However, it took nearly two days to make the gun barrel, which was the same length as the Alder Wand.
It took almost half a month for the entire Gunblade to be fully shaped.
The challenge he now faces is how to successfully inscribe his Magical Runes onto the runes while maintaining his physical form.
Nicolas Flamel picked up his wand today, saying, "I'm only responsible for your safety."
Vincent, with a bitter expression, began to carve on the gun again.
With a single stroke, the Gunblade exploded into countless tiny silver droplets.
Judging from this progress, Nicolas Flamel's choice to use repairable Mithril as the material seems quite prescient.
"Stop thinking about it, let's start the next time."
Vincent mana is just enough, is actually only lacking a little bit of proficiency.
After seven consecutive days of failures, when the number of attempts was approaching 300, the Gunblade finally emitted a faint golden sheen.
The question mark is just one stroke away from being filled in.
But in the very end, it was like a boundary that kept him outside.
Just as Nicolas Flamel was about to offer some words of comfort, Vincent gave him a look that he was alright.
It was only 307 strokes; he could accept the result.
Alchemy, like Potions, is a discipline that relies on proficiency.
After a short rest, the 308th session officially began.
The shaping speed of the Gunblade is, of course, not as fast as the ring that Nicolas Flamel has made.
"Teacher, what's harder than Mithril?"
"Besides silver iron, there are two other types."
Vincent, distracted by the conversation, still held his wand steadily in his left hand. "Could it be orientalite and Adamantium?"
"Of course it is—" Nicolas Flamel said, drawing out the last syllable.
"Of course it's impossible."
The magic on the Gunblade almost went astray for Magical Runes.
"While orchardite and Adamantium do exist, neither their hardness nor their affinity for magic is as high as that of Mithril and silver iron."
Vincent drew the penultimate stroke, "Teacher, I'm really curious."
Nicolas Flamel didn't keep them in suspense any longer, "Uru Metal, which only exists in Goblin tales, and a mineral from outer space."
"Unrefined ore?"
"Yes, it is unaffected by any physical or magical forces; it is a natural anti-magic material."
"Is it precious?" Vincent finished the last stroke.
Nicolas Flamel nodded in satisfaction at first, then shook his head meaningfully, "That's true now, but not in the future."
With manned lunar landings already achieved, mining in space is only a matter of time.
Unfortunately, as long as the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy exists, wizards will never be able to compete with Muggle.
According to Fudge's short-sighted vision, it might even limit the exploration of the universe.
Other countries' magical governments may have similar ideas.