Vincent looked at Nicolas Flamel and the T-800 playing rock-paper-scissors in front of him, and his truest thought was to make a transoceanic phone call.
Terminator 2, which was just released this summer, will have a sequel that will take a full twelve years to come.
If he's lucky, he can go see it with his wife and kids.
"Teacher, could its outer shell be made of liquid metal?"
"Yes, but the intensity will be very low." Nicolas Flamel, who had won 33 consecutive games, slowly stood up.
He stared at the T-800's red-glowing eye sockets, as if conveying some kind of command.
"Silver is a metal that is very compatible with magic."
Vincent recalled the blade of the Sword of Gryffindor.
It was hit by Voldemort's Killing Curse, but it only rusted and was repaired to its original state in a very short time.
This pure silver sword must have been mixed with something.
T-800 took the alchemy elevator and left on its own.
Nicolas Flamel then took off his protective suit and picked up a wooden box from the metal shelf behind the workbench.
"Pure silver is too soft, so the Goblin's craftsmen usually forge it multiple times to greatly increase its density."
Inside the wooden box he opened, there was a mass of flowing silvery metallic liquid.
"This is Mithril, which was obtained by converting a silver mine using Alchemy."
"Hiss—" Vincent gasped.
He couldn't imagine exactly how big the silver mine was, but judging from the Mithril that wasn't even full of wooden boxes yet, the conversion rate was simply outrageous.
Nicolas Flamel gently picked up a bit of Mithril with his wand.
As if bound by magic, they instantly transformed into a Sword of Gryffindor without any jewels.
"Mithril is basically the same as the silver iron of the Goblin, except that one is a liquid that can be shaped at will, while the other is an indestructible solid."
Vincent caught the sword and found that it was much heavier than the original.
After swinging it around a few times, he noticed that the blade was wobbling slightly, indicating that its strength was significantly reduced.
"Teacher, can't Mithril be like silver iron?"
"No." Nicolas Flamel shook her head slightly and shaped the remaining Mithril into a long stick.
"Cut it open, and you'll know the answer."
Vincent took two steps back and carefully raised the Mithril sword.
The moment the two touched, ripples spread across their surfaces.
Under the constraints of magic, it quickly returned to its original state.
"Is its strength limited by mana?"
"Yes, but even Albus Dumbledore could only barely cut it off."
Nicolas Flamel's magical abilities are undeniable, but what's strange is Dumbledore.
What exactly has bridged this gap of over 500 years?
Vincent never believed that such extraordinary magical talent existed.
He was more inclined to believe that this eccentric great magician had encountered all sorts of extraordinary adventures in his youth.
Needless to say, Tom without hair is a perfect example.
Others might just be bald, but this guy doesn't even have eyebrows.
Although the Dark Magic transformation was good, he still wanted to continue being human.
Nicolas Flamel could transform the stick and sword back into their original liquid Mithril. "You can use them to craft an Alchemical Item."
Overjoyed Vincent hugged the wooden box tightly. "Teacher, is anything okay?"
"Of course, but it has to be done before the holiday ends."
He pouted and stared blankly at the constantly flowing Mithril. "Aren't they Alchemical Item?"
"Strictly speaking, no." Nicolas Flamel picked up a ring engraved with Magical Runes from the shelf.
"It is the only Alchemical Item truly crafted from Mithril."
Vincent put down the wooden box he was holding tightly and put on the ring of unknown purpose.
"Concentrate your mind and summon its true form."
He closed his eyes and focused for a moment, and the Mithril ring he was wearing completely covered his hand.
Its soft, silvery-white texture is completely contrary to the characteristics of metal.
If it weren't for the cold touch, it would look like a glove made of high-end fabric.
"This is just one of them." Nicolas Flamel gestured for him to look closer.
On the ordinary Mithril gloves, there is a ring of Magical Runes when in ring form.
One of them lit up with a faint blue light.
Vincent instantly understood its true nature.
He closed his eyes, trying to transform the glove into another object.
Tweezers, soldering irons, knives, and other tools all seemed to magically appear and disappear in his hands.
The Magical Runes was lit up was enough to demonstrate just how magical Alchemical Item made of Mithril could be.
He looked at the box of Mithril, then gazed longingly at his teacher.
Nicolas Flamel turned around with a hint of helplessness and took out a severely yellowed parchment book from the drawer of his workbench.
"The formal training will begin tomorrow. You can take a look at my manuscript tonight."
Vincent was dumbfounded as soon as he opened it.
All the text in this manuscript is written from right to left.
There were quite a few illustrations, but combined with the incomprehensible text, he understood even less.
"Teacher, is there a translated version?"
"No." Nicolas Flamel gestured for him to turn to the last page.
There was a brand-new parchment there, which looked like a code table.
So, do we have to translate it before looking at the manuscript?
Just as Vincent was looking distressed, Nicolas Flamel raised his wand.
"Memorize the codes in the table, and then use a little magic."
Without any incantation, the wand was waved across the entire manuscript, and the text inside rearranged at an incredible speed.
Chapter One: The Alchemical Uses of Basic Plants...
With the help of the illustrations, Vincent finally understood it.
Chapter Two explores how the magnetic fields between constellations can increase the success rate of Alchemy conversions.
Chapter Three discusses the functions of various materials and methods for synthesizing certain special metals.
Fourthly, there is a detailed analysis of Mithril and silver iron.
Chapter Five explains the principles and steps involved in making alchemical potions.
The final chapter, Chapter Six, covers some basic Alchemical Item crafting methods.
After glancing at it briefly, he inexplicably recalled a manuscript that had baffled Muggle for centuries.
It is also made of sheepskin, the text is also encrypted, and the chapters are also divided into six sections.
"Teacher, are you familiar with the Voynich Manuscript?"
Nicolas Flamel smiled slightly. "Of course, it was left behind by an old friend of mine."
Vincent quickly flipped back to the illustrations in the first chapter, racking his brains for a long time but couldn't find anything different.
Voynich is not the author's name, but the name of the Poland- United States bookseller who bought it in Italy in 1912.
As a manuscript suspected to Alchemists, it has provided countless benefits to modern cryptography.
However, starting from the third chapter, things differed from what I remembered.
"My old friend is very stubborn." Nicolas Flamel's eyes turned somewhat melancholy.
"He has become even more obsessive since his wife died in an accident."
The illustration for the third chapter of the Voynich Manuscript is of a woman and a pool.
Chapter Four is about the stars and the universe.
Chapter Five is about some herbs.
Chapter Six describes the manufacturing methods for certain medicines.
Human transmutation?
Searching for paradise?
Resurrection potion?
Vincent hurriedly closed Nicolas Flamel's manuscript.
This medieval Alchemists was a ruthless person who was so crazy that he dared to research anything.