A week later, the Imposter Mask successfully completed mass production, and the Dominator Pistol also passed performance testing.
Unlike Muggle firearms, the Dominator has a very futuristic appearance, with a pure white body that flows with light blue light. It has no magazine or hammer because it is a pistol that can "fire magic".
By using Magical Runes, the wizard's mana is converted into pure energy. Different combinations of Runes engraved inside the barrel add different effects. Although the magic fired by the Dominator is not as powerful as the spells cast with a wand, it has the advantage of not requiring the wizard to be distracted by chanting spells, allowing the wizard to focus more on the enemy in front of him.
When Vincent showed it to the elderly men at the hotel, even Viktor, who was used to all sorts of things, was slightly shocked.
Is the magic wand going to become obsolete?
"Not so fast." Vincent held the Serpent Staff in his left hand and raised the Dominator in his right. "The wand can convert a wizard's will into energy and release it. It is like a conductor, the wizard's will is like the power source, and the energy is transmitted through the wand to the place where magic needs to be cast."
He crossed the Serpent Staff with the Dominator, explaining, "The Dominator simplifies the process. For ordinary wizards, the fact that they don't need to chant spells is a huge advantage, but for wizards with high magical power, its low conversion efficiency becomes a limitation."
He simultaneously swung his Serpent Staff and pulled the trigger, instantly igniting two fireballs, one large and one small, on the wooden floor of the room. "There is another fundamental difference between a dominator and a wand: it can only cast spells that have been arranged and ordered by Magical Runes, unlike a wand which can cast spells at will."
After the fireball disappeared, the wooden floor instantly returned to its original state.
"However—" Vincent put away the Serpent Staff and raised the Dominator again, "Considering that we may encounter powerful enemies in the future, the Dominator is also equipped with a second mode."
His thumb lightly touched the Magical Runes that replaced the hammer, and the Dominator's gun split open from the middle to both sides, revealing a huge muzzle that emitted a ghostly blue light.
"In Annihilation Mode, the Dominator can fire unconverted magical energy. The power and number of times it can be fired vary from person to person. Have you seen George Lucas's Star Wars? The Dominator's Annihilation Mode is similar to the blaster."
The old men spend all day in the hotel, and when they have nothing to do, they watch Muggle TV shows and movies. Of course, they know what a blaster gun is.
A single shot can kill an enemy and easily penetrate any material; science fiction has truly become reality.
Vincent put down the Dominator and handed it to Viktor. "You guys familiarize yourselves with it first. I've already set up the automated production line over there. It can probably produce three a day."
He glanced at the time displayed on the Magical Communicator. "I'm going on a long trip soon, so don't contact me unless it's important."
The old men immediately understood that there was only one possibility for going on a long trip at this time: to absorb the branches of the Wizards' Purity Party.
Vincent did not leave the hotel immediately, but instead went to Château Saint Jean in Molsheim, Alsace.
The relocation of Bugatti's headquarters is nearing completion, and the small building outside the castle has been renovated. When Vincent came in, he thought he had returned to Wayne's house on Oxford Street in London.
After a long-awaited dinner with his parents, the next morning, Vincent did not choose the intercontinental Apparition, but instead chose to pilot the La Voiture Noire in its fighter jet form.
Forty minutes later, he arrived at the Alexandria Harbor in northern Egypt.
Two days earlier, he had contacted Amina Ibn Hakim, the head of the Africa branch, through Viktor.
According to the elderly men, her reason for joining the Wizards' Purity Party was simple: she was deeply attracted by Grindelwald's personal charm. It's not hard to guess what kind of feelings she had for Grindelwald from the fortress built by the Africa branch in imitation of Nurmengard.
Vincent piloted the La Voiture Noire directly into the mist. With his current level of magic, he could successfully find the underground entrance to the black market without needing a special compass.
Just as Viktor said, a talking bronze scale hangs from the entrance archway.
"Those who trade secrets will have their souls weighed..."
Vincent looked up at the bronze scales. "How are you going to weigh my soul?"
The scales didn't respond, so it seems they're not the kind of magical artifact with some intelligence like the Ravenclaw dormitory's eagle knocker.
After passing through the archway, the upside-down harbor comes into view.
Vincent took a few steps forward and felt a powerful magical force pulling at his body.
He did not resist the constraints of the gravity magic and was pulled up to the ceiling.
He strolled around with great interest, looking at the shops and stalls in the surrounding area.
Where there is demand, there will be a market. The reason why the black market is the black market is because most of the things sold there are contraband.
Examples include Dark Magic items, Muggle electronic products, artworks of unknown origin, and Fantastic Beasts that are explicitly prohibited from being hunted.
Vincent stopped in front of a stall displaying various precious antiques. The stall owner was a middle-aged male wizard dressed in gold and silver. He carefully examined Vincent's clothes, and his eyes lit up when he saw the Flamel Ring.
"Young man, you've got your eye on this?" The stall owner showed great enthusiasm for Vincent.
He picked up an exquisitely carved gold cup and introduced it in fluent English: "This is the legendary Hufflepuff's Cup. I can tell you're Europe, so you should know who its maker, Helga Hufflepuff Hufflepuff, is, right?"
Vincent's lips twitched violently.
Hufflepuff's Cup?
Regardless of whether it's real or fake, the fact that it doesn't exude any evil aura is enough to determine that it's not Horcrux.
Looking at the stall owner's sincere smile, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly that unscrupulous merchants are everywhere.
"I am a student of Hogwarts, so of course I know Hufflepuff."
The stall owner's smile widened. "Our shop is honest and fair. Since you're a Hogwarts student, I'll give you a discount."
He slowly raised three fingers, "3000 gold plus—"
Vincent turned and walked away.
Paying 3000 Gold Galleons for a high-quality fake, and not even knowing if it's pure gold, is a huge rip-off for anyone who does it.
"Wait a minute—" The stall owner gritted his teeth, pretending to be in pain, "Young man, this is the golden cup of your school's Founders. If you take it back, you can at least become a model student, right?"
Vincent stopped and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You don't recognize me?"
The stall owner paused for a moment, then squinted and looked at his face again.
"Huh?" The stall owner stroked his stubble with one hand. "You look familiar, but I'm sure we've never met before."
Suddenly he cried out in surprise and tapped the Magical Communicator on his wrist.
He tapped a few times on the projection screen, displaying a wanted poster from the German Ministry of Magic.
"Uh... Mr. Wayne?"
The stall owner's expression changed drastically, because Vincent had just been standing there, had mysteriously disappeared.
He suddenly shivered.
That was a ruthless man publicly wanted by both the British Ministry of Magic and German Ministry of Magic, yet he dared to kill him as a great injustice.
"It's over, it's over, I'm afraid I won't see the sun rise tomorrow..."