It would be fun to encase ore that is unaffected by physical or magical forces in something big.
Is this why Muggle have stopped going to the moon?
Nicolas Flamel didn't reply, but just looked at the increasingly dazzling golden light of the Gunblade.
Having obtained the answer Vincent calmly stopped using his wand.
The most difficult step has been completed; now all that remains is to activate the Magical Runes.
He stretched out his right hand and gently touched the character "?".
The Mithril- made Gunblade trembled slightly, and the faint blue light on the text gradually brightened.
"It didn't dim, I succeeded!"
Vincent held the Gunblade, which was fifteen inches long and slightly lighter than Enfield's.
"Yes, you succeeded." Nicolas Flamel smiled and lowered her wand.
Twenty-two days, three hundred and seven failures.
All this effort yielded not only an alchemical Mithril weapon, but also a greater ability to control magical power.
They have also made significant progress in both Transfiguration and Spells.
Objects can become more refined, and magic can be released faster.
However, while the Gunblade was completed, the bullets were still nowhere to be found.
The building's three underground floors are specifically used for testing Alchemical Item.
It is made entirely of Mithril, inside and out, and is roughly the size of a basketball court.
Luxury was the first word that came to Vincent's mind.
Especially after asking about the thickness.
He stared blankly at the unnamed Gunblade in his hand, feeling that he had been too naive before.
"Teacher, may I ask one more question?"
Nicolas Flamel, as if he already knew, gave the answer, "The outer layer isn't, but the inner frame is."
Vincent truly knelt down this time.
The framework of an entire building...
"Where did you get all this from?"
"It's legitimate and has all the necessary paperwork."
The amiable, legendary Alchemists before me, who has held the Sorcerer's Stone for hundreds of years, is probably the richest person on this planet.
Vincent, whose limbs inexplicably felt weak, lay down on the Mithril floor without any desire or ambition.
Go to school? What a load of rubbish!
He wanted to rush to the Ministry of Magic right now and point at Fudge's hypocritical big face to discuss the acquisition.
Nicolas Flamel, sitting beside him, promptly poured cold water on the idea, saying, "Gold Galleons can buy privileges and status, but they can't buy far more than you can imagine."
"Teacher, can't I even think about it?"
"After testing your work, I plan to start teaching you how to make Magical Circuit tomorrow."
Not counting today, there are only seven days left of the Christmas holiday.
Vincent immediately straightened up. "Teacher, ordinary bullets can't withstand the impact of Mithril, can they?"
"Yes, that's why I prepared these." Nicolas Flamel snapped his fingers.
The floor in front of the two people quickly contracted outwards, and a small table filled with various boxes rose up.
He stood up and opened the first yellow one on the left.
It was filled with golden 9mm pistol bullets.
"Let's try this one first, it's made of orogen."
Vincent, having removed the magazine, naturally loaded the bullets one by one.
If the silver box is made of silver iron, then the blue box is probably made of Adamantium.
He couldn't guess the remaining black and white one.
There's a high probability that it's a mysterious outer space mineral, but forget about the legendary Uru Metal.
As the magazine was reinstalled, five circular shooting targets emerged from the side wall.
Nicolas Flamel didn't feel embarrassed. "I have done some basic research on firearms and have even built a few prototypes."
"May I take a look?" Vincent pulled the bolt.
"Can."
Having received permission, he raised his right hand and slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun.
If the springs are all made of Mithril, the recoil would probably be roughly equivalent to that of Enfield.
If you hold it with both hands...
No wonder Gunblade only exist in fantasy. With those exaggeratedly long blades, almost like swords, even his father Eric would probably have a hard time wielding one hand.
After a loud "bang," the Orichalcum Bullet struck the wall below the target.
It's not that there's anything wrong with the Gunblade, but rather that it has almost zero recoil.
The Browning L9A1 was the predecessor of the Browning HP.
HP is, of course, not an abbreviation for Harry Potter.
HighPower, which translates to "high power".
Even with improvements from the Belgian company FN and Eric's adjustments, the Gunblade shaped internally according to it should not be like this.
Vincent aimed his second shot straight at the bullseye.
Unsurprisingly, a 9-ring score, with the same extremely low recoil as before.
"That's the nature of Mithril." Nicolas Flamel gestured for him to listen and test at the same time.
"Theoretically, the larger the caliber, the more violent the impact, and the stronger the recoil."
Do you remember that stick you didn't cut?
Vincent pulled the trigger repeatedly. "Was the recoil neutralized internally?"
"Every part of it is bound by your magic, unless it is a bullet with a higher hardness."
Nicolas Flamel was quite satisfied with the bullseye that was no longer visible.
He first opened the blue box, inside which were silver-blue Adamantium bullets.
They are heavier than orochmegaliths.
"Put on gloves."
Vincent caught the ring that floated towards him.
His magical power is incomparable to Nicolas Flamel's.
With proper defensive measures in place, the Gunblade exhibited the recoil of a regular pistol the instant the trigger was pulled.
Fortunately, the gun was pointed downwards, and the bullet hit the 5-ring mark on the new target.
Switching to lighter silver-iron bullets resulted in such a strong recoil that the bullet hit the ceiling.
Vincent lowered the Gunblade and shook his hand. "Teacher, should we empty the magazine again?"
"If you think there's no problem, then clear it."
He switched to his left hand, which he used to wield the wand, and fired a shot. "No, I can clearly feel the internal vibrations."
Nicolas Flamel nodded slightly and opened the second-to-last white box.
Inside was a strange, round, semi-transparent white bullet.
It had no cartridge case or primer, only one side was coated with propellant.
Vincent used his chin to cock the gun and put the ore from space inside.
If unaffected by physical or magical forces, one indeed feels absolutely no recoil.
With its rounded bullet head alone, it even penetrated thick Mithril walls.
"This is my first time trying this." Nicolas Flamel picked up the ore bullet that had been pushed back during the repair process.
It is the most suitable, but also the most precious.
"Teacher, you must have quite a few, right?"
"This is the smallest."
Vincent focused his attention on the last black box.
Nicolas Flamel put the ore bullet back first. "This is my research over the past twenty years. It should be able to restore the basic properties of Uru Metal."
The bullet head of this black bullet was quite rough, as if it had just been rushed out and hadn't been properly polished.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Vincent placed it inside the gun.
If it could really be recreated, the chamber would definitely explode.
Fortunately, the Gunblade was made of Mithril, which can be completely restored even if it is shattered into a pile of fragments.
Otherwise,
We've barely met, and we already have to say goodbye.