June 19,
Late at night,
Devon, southwest England
Plymouth Naval Base.
As one of the three active naval bases of the Royal Navy, its military defense capabilities can be considered the strongest in the entire Britain.
Even with the most advanced surveillance equipment, it was impossible to stop the three intruders tonight.
Led by Hunter, Vincent and Eric headed straight for the underground dock in Devon Harbor.
As soon as they entered, the three of them could see two huge submarines moored on the water.
The Trafalgar-class attack submarine is the third-generation attack submarine currently in service with the Royal Navy.
Construction began in April 1979, it was launched on July 1, 1981, and officially entered service on May 27, 1983.
"The one on the left is the HMS Torbay, which entered service in 1987, and the one on the right is the HMS Trenchant, which entered service in 1989..."
With Hunter's explanation, Vincent gained a general understanding of the parameters and configuration of the Trafalgar-class submarines.
It is 85.4 meters long, 9.8 meters wide, and has a draft of 9.5 meters.
The overall design adopts a teardrop shape with a length-to-width ratio of 8.7, which is close to the optimal value of 7, which is conducive to improving speed. The bow is whale-shaped, and the stern is relatively thick.
The hull is a single-hull structure, with the hull made of QN-1 steel. The diving depth is 300 meters, and the first four vessels have an underwater displacement of 5,208 tons.
In terms of power, it uses the PWR-1 pressurized water reactor manufactured by Rolls-Royce in Japan, with a power output of horsepower.
The weapon system includes five 533mm torpedo tubes mounted on the bow of the submarine, and can also carry up to 20 MK24Mod2 "Tigerfish" wire-guided torpedoes manufactured by Marconi.
Of course, it can carry mines instead of torpedoes.
50 MK5 "Stonefish" or MK6 "Sea Urchin" mines can be loaded in a mixed load.
Vincent carefully examined the two enormous vessels before him.
Nuclear power can be replaced by Alchemy Engine of the same class, and the complex weapon system can be optimized as much as possible.
With little time to spare, he poured all his magical power into the "HMS Trenchant" in one go.
Unlike the EF-2000 fighter jets of the past few days, and the Challenger-2 main battle tanks of yesterday afternoon, disassembling the Trafalgar-class Nuclear Submarine is undoubtedly the most difficult task.
About 10 minutes later, the hull of the boat gradually floated in mid-air.
However, this was only the first step. The complex internal structure almost drained Vincent's attention, and he nearly lost the ability to continue blocking out the surrounding space.
Hunter looked at him, who was drenched in sweat, and began to worry.
As time passed, more and more tiny parts floated in mid-air.
This scene was far more awe-inspiring than any fighter jet or tank.
Half of the dock was filled with shells and parts of various sizes, including the torpedoes and mines mounted inside.
As the final nuclear reactor slowly rose, even Eric's heart was in his throat.
Vincent did not dismantle the nuclear reactor, as this could easily cause a very serious accident if not handled carefully.
Even so, his magical power was already running low.
After all the parts were gathered together and the submarine was completely restored, he was so exhausted that he collapsed to his knees.
Eric immediately stepped forward to help him up, "How are you?"
"Done..."
Seeing his weak and listless appearance, Eric gently carried him on his back.
"Don't push yourself too hard. First, dispel the spell, and we'll find a way out."
Vincent forced a smile. "I'm fine, Dad. It's just one or two spells. I can manage."
Are you sure?
"Absolutely certain."
Eric didn't say anything more, and carried him quickly toward the dock exit.
Hunter followed closely behind, also saying nothing.
The three left the base and got into the black Bugatti sports car they had arrived in.
Vincent, who was helped to sit in the back seat, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
If a submarine is half dead, it's hard to imagine how much mana an even larger vessel like an aircraft carrier would consume.
I doubt there are many wizards in the entire Wizarding World who could do that.
Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel, Tom without a nose...
He could count them on one hand. With his current magical power, his limit was probably only at the level of a frigate. He couldn't even dream of a battleship any bigger.
Perhaps he was too tired, Vincent leaned back in his seat and slowly closed his eyes.
Eric kept an eye on his son's condition through the rearview mirror.
He slowed down and mouthed something to Hunter next to him.
Hunter mouthed the words, leaned over to the back seat to unbuckle Vincent's seatbelt, and then gently helped him lie down comfortably in the seat.
Devon is quite far from London, and the two remained silent the entire time, not returning to Oxford Street until almost dawn.
Before getting out of the car, Eric glanced at Vincent was fast asleep in the back seat.
This was the first time he had ever seen his son so tired that he fell asleep immediately. He guessed that his son must have been like this quite often when he was studying magic and Alchemy.
He winked at Hunter.
After the two got out of the car, they chatted quietly for a while, and then Eric opened the car door and carried Vincent into the house.
Hunter watched the father and son walk away, his expression gradually turning nostalgic.
His stubborn father had carried him on his back like this when he was a child, but as he grew up, the conflicts between father and son increased.
He was unwilling to inherit the family's hotel business, so he rebelled and joined the army, just like Eric.
Although his father was very angry, he also expressed his concerns in various ways.
For example, he could be discharged from the military, even though the chances of him going to the battlefield are slim.
For example, the blind dates arranged for him, but in his eyes, those socialites were nothing more than marriage partners to strengthen his family.
"It's been three years since I've been home to visit him..." Hunter muttered to himself as he walked towards the Jeep he had driven there.
Vincent slept until noon.
He opened the wardrobe, took out a new set of clothes, went downstairs to wash up, and then sat down at the dining table.
Eric put down the car magazine he was holding. "A good night's sleep should make me feel much better, right?"
Vincent slammed his hand on his muscular chest. "Of course, I'm fully recovered."
Eric nodded and picked up the magazine to continue reading.
"Dad, you're already researching car market trends?"
"We can't just rush to change careers after the gun ban is issued."
The Magical Base Station production line at the Alchemy Factory has been set up, and we've also visited the land, sea, and air military bases. It's time to head to Italy.
It's supposed to be a vacation, but we're actually going to be busy again.
I'll visit every Ministry of Magic in Europe, and then I'll have to set aside some time to build my dream car.
After lunch, Vincent returned to his room and began looking through the ministers' files.
I've had some contact with them before, during Nicolas Flamel's funeral and when Gwent was expanding globally, so I imagine they wouldn't be too hostile towards Wayne Enterprises.
Broadcasting the Quidditch World Cup is such a great thing for the people; as long as enough benefits are shared, a successful cooperation can definitely be achieved.