The second period on Wednesday morning is Potions Class.
Vincent almost burst out laughing when Snape walked in with dark circles under his eyes.
They were planning to go to the dungeon again last night, but they were just unlucky to have Marauder's Map tool for nighttime exploration.
Besides Hermione, Harry and Ron, the two unfortunate brothers, were also trying not to laugh.
"Potter, stand up!" Snape stepped down from the podium. "Tell me, what makes you laugh?"
Harry avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes. "Professor, I don't find it funny."
"Oh—really?"
"Yes."
Snape leaned closer. "Look me in the eyes!"
"Ah—oh!" Harry gripped his thigh tightly.
"Tell me, why is your handwriting bigger than other students'?"
"I—I—"
"Are you just trying to make up the numbers?"
"No, I—"
Snape didn't give him a chance to argue. "You'll have to rewrite it before the next class!"
From the time after lunch, Harry had less than 26 hours left.
If you exclude classes and sleep, there should be about 8 hours.
Snape was already considered "merciful" for not increasing the length of the paper.
"And Weasley! You rewrite that too!"
Ron cursed inwardly for a long time.
He was still cursing during the afternoon's History of Magic class.
"He's targeting us. He didn't even specify the font size; he's clearly planning to do it again."
"Shh, keep your voice down—" Harry glanced at Professor Binns on the podium, "I don't want to write that long, tedious paper from the 'Medieval Europe Wizarding Conference' again."
"Tch, take a look around first."
Vincent skipped class, and so did Hermione.
With academic geniuses and top students leading the way, these two academic underachievers shouldn't have come here.
"Harry, how about we—you know what I mean."
No, I don't understand.
Ron picked up the thick volume of "A History of Magic" from the table and threw it on the floor.
"Since Britain established the Ministry of Magic in 1689, various magical governments have been established around the world."
Not to mention Professor Binns, very few of the students have even looked at it.
"We'll leave quietly; he won't notice."
Harry was urged several times, but eventually followed Ron out of the classroom.
The feeling of skipping class for the first time was great, and it made me want to try it again and again.
This was also a new experience for Hermione in the common room.
It doesn't refer to skipping class, but rather to Alchemy.
"The teacher didn't teach the first six steps; I learned them by trial and error."
Vincent placed the iron and copper blocks into a specially made small alchemical furnace.
"There is no such thing as an exact ratio; what you get depends on the raw materials you put in."
Each Alchemists's recipe is a closely guarded secret, and some are so secretive that they won't even tell their apprentices.
Nicolas Flamel, on the other hand, is completely different.
His recipe has no proportions or specific ingredients, only the types required.
Adding metals together will result in a metal that possesses the properties of both.
Iron is harder than copper, but it oxidizes more easily.
"Copper can solve the problem of iron oxidation, and iron can also solve the problem of copper being too soft."
Vincent, with his eyes closed, waved his wand, trying to sense what was happening inside the furnace.
The two metals have been completely melted and can be calcined and dissolved.
Before Hermione could even marvel at how the ring he wore had turned into a glove, she was drawn to a beautiful little white flower.
"This is Soothing Bloom, which can stabilize two metals that are trying to dominate, increasing the success rate of removing impurities."
The moment the Soothing Bloom came into contact with them, large patches of black impurities instantly appeared on its scalding hot surface.
Vincent picked up the tactical dagger, reforged with Mithril, and put his gloved right hand into the furnace.
The temperature is less than 2,000 degrees Celsius, which is far from the melting point of Mithril.
Separating the impurities with a dagger leads to the most mentally taxing stage of the meeting.
The iron and copper in the furnace are incredibly pure, yet they cannot be mixed together.
Forcing them together will only result in both advantages and disadvantages existing simultaneously.
Vincent needs to do is to perfectly fuse the two using his own magic.
Hermione could tell how difficult this step was from the sweat on his face.
Although she couldn't see what was happening inside the furnace, she could picture the two metals gradually merging together in her mind.
"Anyone can concentrate on that," Vincent, turning off the furnace.
Low-temperature fermentation, high-temperature distillation.
After completing these two steps, only the final coagulation remains.
Before the students came to the Club Room after class, he had already divided the metal in the furnace into forty cards.
"I did not remove the softness of copper, but rather managed to achieve a rough balance between its hardness and that of iron."
Iron-copper alloys are dark yellow, have excellent ductility, and are particularly easy to maintain.
"Do you still want to learn?" Vincent placed the notebook in front of her.
This is a notebook recording Alchemy, simplified from Nicolas Flamel's manuscript.
While following the steps inside won't be incredibly sophisticated, it's still much better than what modern Alchemists.
Since Hermione has already asked, there's no way she'll give up.
Am I now considered your apprentice?
Vincent saw her pout and forcibly suppressed the urge to laugh out loud. "Yes, you are my first apprentice."
"It's just Alchemy."
"Right, right, shouldn't you call me 'teacher'?"
Hermione clutched the notebook tightly to her chest. "Mr. Wayne."
"I'm so touched!" Vincent reached up to wipe away tears from the corner of his eye, which didn't actually exist.
"With the help of your genius apprentice, those Pure-blood old men will definitely suffer a great loss."
She returned a polite smile and then picked up a card that had cooled down.
It has a very delicate feel, unlike ordinary iron-copper alloys.
With this level of refinement, it probably already exceeds the threshold of the International Alchemists Association.
"How long do you plan to keep them hanging?"
"For as long as possible." Vincent stretched and looked at the twins who walked in with lewd smiles.
"Hey~ We finally caught them!"
He casually picked up two cards and tossed them over.
Fred and George both caught it steadily.
"We'll be using this material from now on with the new Gwent solution."
"The price remains the same?"
"Right."
It feels great to the touch; you can tell at a glance that it's Alchemy creation.
1 Galleon 10 pieces, handcrafted by Nicolas Flamel's apprentices.
With these two gimmicks combined, the only result can be that the product sells out.
In terms of value retention, Wizard Cards are indeed quite valuable.
However, in terms of appreciation rate, the value of Gwent will increase as Vincent's fame grows.
"Try using Transfiguration; it should be much easier than before."
The magic affinity of Alchemical Item means that even students at the normal level of third graders can now craft them without needing to be older.
"What if someone used Transfiguration on it a second time?"
"Those who try to exploit the ductility of iron-copper alloy to the extreme and turn it into other cards will only end up with a pile of metal fragments."
With such sophisticated anti-counterfeiting measures, the new Gwent will definitely crush The Wizard Cards.