Forget this once-in-a-lifetime memory of magic, leaving only the "wonderful reality" after the deal is done.
After casting the Memory Charm for the 19th time, Sam put down his wand and lowered his head as if feeling guilty.
"Sam — Sam— " Eric called out more than a dozen times.
"Sorry, I was a little distracted."
"Them..."
"Don't worry, they'll wake up after a nap."
Eric was completely relieved.
There is still one problem left, the most serious one.
"Dad~"
That shout sent a chill down his spine.
"What are you looking at me for? Get back to school right now!"
"It's Sunday." Vincent climbed into an Off-road Vehicle.
"I also have a secret to share."
Eric followed with some skepticism, and soon after the door closed, he heard an incredulous shout.
"What!?"
Just as he quietly made almost enough money to buy Bugatti, Vincent also quietly made a large sum of money and directly bought seven Board Seats.
"The Contract won't officially take effect until I come of age, and not many people know about it."
Eric gave his son a thumbs-up and then patted him hard on the sturdy shoulder.
"You've opened a store to sell cards, acquired a car factory to build supercars, and now you've even become School Board Member. You've got quite the ambition, kid."
Vincent blinked quite obediently.
"Dad, I'm Nicolas Flamel's apprentice. Isn't it normal for me to build a vehicle that can run, fly, and dive?"
"Can run, fly, and dive..." Eric's face instantly darkened.
"Good son, should I also buy an airplane factory and a shipyard?"
"It shouldn't be necessary. Getting a few obsolete models should be enough."
A qualified Alchemists can achieve this in countless ways, but simply running or flying is soulless.
Those intricate and complex mechanical structures, those marvelous designs that inspire awe...
The collision of magic and technology will surely spark even more dazzling flames.
Eric didn't know why the Magical Circuit could replace the circuit board, but he believed his son Vincent could do it.
"Dad, how much would it cost to acquire the Bugatti Factory?"
"Don't worry about it, I'm going to France as soon as they wake up."
Despite its powerful performance, the Bugatti EB110GT, launched under Romano Artiole's leadership, has received very few orders, and the factory has been operating at a loss.
Rumors suggest he is very interested in Lotus Cars, a subsidiary of General Motors, and may only need to offer a suitable price.
Dream?
The more money you have, the more dreams you have.
Vincent carefully examined Eric's outfit.
A standard desert warfare setup, plus a machine gun and an RPG...
Hopefully, this Italy businessman won't be ungrateful.
When Eric opened the door and got out of the car, he always felt there was something wrong with the way Eric looked at him.
When asked, they wouldn't answer; when asked again, they changed the subject.
"Forget it, you hurry up and deal with the Mummy here and at home. If you can't handle them, I still have a lot of big trouble to deal with."
Vincent carefully opened the trunk of the Off-road Vehicle, glanced at it, and then immediately closed it again.
"No need. Wizard matters should be resolved using wizard methods."
He ran to Sam's side as if fleeing, saying, "Let's go back."
After a deafening sonic boom, the two men and a "Mummy" disappeared into a black and white vortex.
Wayne's house.
The Night Wraith – Shayne Patel – has a new partner.
Both were bound Mummy, and both refused to shed tears until they saw the coffin.
Vincent sat between them, slowly loading Orichalcum Bullet of his Gunblade.
"I know you were paid to do things, and you messed things up."
"Hmph—" the new guest said with disdain, "Wayne, I shouldn't have underestimated your Muggle father."
Patel's eyelids twitched wildly across from him.
"Click—" The magazine was fastened.
"You know what," Vincent, flipping the Gunblade in his hand as if talking to himself:
"The hardest bone in the human body is the skull, followed by the iliac bone."
A regular bullet can penetrate the skull, but with luck, it might not reach the brain.
He Gunblade, "And the Orichalcum Bullet has enough penetrating power to go straight through a typhoon and make a hole in the transparent shell of Furaikan."
The new customer, whose injury had not yet healed, always felt a dull ache between his eyebrows.
He probably bumped his forehead.
"I can't use the wand, but I can use it."
The pain between his eyebrows, where the gun was pointed at him, seemed to intensify.
"I'll only ask once." Vincent's index finger touched the trigger. "What's your name?"
"Dream Killer".
Patel gasped sharply.
"Clang—" The Gunblade slammed into his forehead with force.
Vincent held the blade up. "Would you like to try out how Mithril is?"
"Wedrig! Wedrig Leck!"
Lai Ke conceded defeat.
The psychological pressure gradually increases, and emotions such as tension and anxiety affect judgment.
This 12-year-old child in front of me might actually fire a gun.
Sam, sitting on the sofa in the distance, learned something new.
He glanced at Evelyn, who was sitting quietly reading on the other side, and was immediately filled with apprehension about Muggle psychology.
If Freud's psychoanalysis is the only factor, then the remaining six schools of thought are even more terrifying.
"Auntie, did you teach Vincent all this?"
Evelyn calmly turned to the next page. "No, he said it was his teacher who taught him."
An old monster who has lived for over six hundred years has indeed produced some truly monstrous little monsters.
The new customer confessed to everything he had done before coming to Kelian, and he'll probably never forget what happened today.
"Mr. Leike, thank you very much for your cooperation." Vincent pointed his Gunblade at the other person.
"I have one last question."
Do you know him?
Patel, his heart racing, shook his head slightly.
"Know."
We're doomed.
"I don't know him!" he exclaimed, struggling to get up.
No matter how hard he tried, the white cloth strips on his body showed no signs of loosening.
Lai Ke suddenly seemed to realize something and hurriedly explained.
"I know the Night Wraith because before I took on this job, the owner of the 'Half-Girl' bar was looking for information about him everywhere."
"Half-Girl?"
"A bar in Knockturn Alley, mainly where we wizards exchange information, and also..."
"What else?"
Even though he wasn't being held at Gunblade, Leike still felt the pain in his forehead from the blow.
"They sell some extremely rare items, the most popular of which are those Muggle who look exceptional."
Vincent unconsciously tightened his index finger.
Patel's soul was practically floating out of his body as he was being pointed at.
Almost there, just a little bit more.
"Damn it!" Sam stood up and grabbed Rick by the neck. "Do you know this is a serious violation of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?!"
"No—we—don't—"
Evelyn closed the book.
Where there is light, there is also darkness.
She knew all too well what would happen to the boys and girls who were treated as commodities by wizards.
The best ending is death, but in the world of magic, death is a luxury.