Vincent was unable to influence the Flamel's decision.
Even Dumbledore probably couldn't influence it.
Neither Nicolas Flamel nor Perenelle showed any signs of sadness.
"Death is just another great adventure."
Albus Dumbledore often said this.
Nicolas Flamel closed the box containing the Sorcerer's Stone, "But before that, I need to sincerely thank one person."
"Mr. Flamel, this is all I should do," Vincent said casually.
"Just as Albus Dumbledore said." Nicolas Flamel chuckled and shook his head. "You are a quirky little wizard."
"Really? I'm sure Professor Dumbledore says that to everyone."
The Flamel and Lemaîtres looked at each other in silence, seemingly both quite fond of Vincent.
"Child, is there anything you wish for that you would like to be fulfilled immediately?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Oh, what is it?" Nicolas Flamel sat up slightly, as if she had known the wish beforehand.
Vincent blinked his big eyes and looked at the T-800, which was standing still in place.
His gaze then swept over the various pieces of equipment and decorations in the reception room.
"Mr. Flamel, may I have three wishes?"
"I didn't ask—" Nicolas Flamel suddenly sat up straighter. "Child, why don't you have more wishes?"
Alchemy, Magical Circuit, and what's the last one?
Vincent's face fell somewhat awkwardly. "My family isn't well-off. We're barely managing Alchemy. Magical Circuit would cost even more money, wouldn't they?"
Since you've already guaranteed to teach and learn, why not include some materials as well?
Only Nicolas Flamel is rich enough; most other people probably wouldn't dare to agree.
With such precise judgment, there was truly no reason to refuse.
"Albus Dumbledore also said you're good at math."
"You agreed?"
"Of course, I never intended to take them all to the grave."
Vincent's heart was pounding.
The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France was built with funding from this very tycoon.
Ignoring the difference in eras, Hogwarts needs four leaders.
He was almost suffocating. "Mr. Flamel, I will definitely study Alchemy diligently!"
Nicolas Flamel suddenly became serious. "This is a very tempting fortune, so I will give away a portion of it at the appropriate time."
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
This legendary Alchemists might be planning to take Vincent as his apprentice.
Once the news leaks out, wizards who covet the inheritance will flock to the site.
Vincent neither joy nor fear.
His face was solemn. "I will withstand all the pressure, teacher."
Upon hearing this address, Nicolas Flamel's lips slowly began to curl upwards.
Dumbledore's judgment is rarely wrong.
A person he can trust is someone who can guarantee his basic moral character.
After an authentic French lunch prepared by Perenelle himself, it was 1 p. m.
Vincent, still feeling quite amused, was taking a stroll inside the building.
Although each serving is small, the quantity is sufficient.
After wandering around a few floors, he discovered that the entire building was designed entirely in a modular fashion.
It's probably to make moving easier.
After he had finished eating, he took the alchemy elevator to the seventh basement level.
This is Nicolas Flamel's studio.
"You're here?" Nicolas Flamel was wearing a full protective suit and a helmet that covered his entire head.
"Let me look around first; I need to improve the T-800."
He was holding a device that looked like a gun.
"Okay, teacher." Vincent felt that this thing looked very familiar.
"Sizzle—" A thin purple flame shot out from the device in Nicolas Flamel's hand.
Judging from the color, the temperature is at least 7000 degrees Celsius.
After watching real welding for a while, Vincent discovered that the teacher didn't seem to be too averse to Muggle items.
Even if it was made using Alchemy.
The outer layer of the T-800's melted frame cooled down rapidly, like molten metal.
Nicolas Flamel ignored the objects that were slowly turning into solids and instead focused on the lines inside that emitted various colored lights.
"This is the Magical Circuit." He carefully removed a mechanical arm.
"It can serve as a power source without using electricity or magic."
Vincent, not daring to get too close, simply observed from a distance.
Each mechanical finger has more than ten Magical Circuit, no wonder it can drive Magical Automaton as a construction worker.
"Teacher, will the Magical Circuit cause interference?"
"No, they will only produce varying degrees of delay depending on their length."
Nicolas Flamel took off his helmet and put on a pair of goggles-like monocles.
He picked up an alchemical soldering pen and tried to weld the two different Magical Circuit together.
Even under the intense heat of purple flames, they do not melt very quickly.
"If you want to streamline the internal structure, you can add new Magical Circuit."
Vincent boldly stepped forward this time.
The two Magical Circuit, one red and one blue, stuck together, and their colors began to blend together, slowly turning purple.
In about ten minutes, the simplification of the entire robotic arm was completed.
Nicolas Flamel pulled open his protective suit and took out his wand from the ancient robe underneath.
Without any incantation, the tip of the staff simply carved a new Magical Circuit at the simplified location.
"It has an upper limit. The purple one we just saw was almost at its limit."
There is one path when it is bent, and there is another path when it is straightened.
To add more, we must create something new.
Vincent roughly understood the principles behind the Magical Automaton.
Simply put, Magical Circuit are actually very similar to the nerves in the human body.
It can instantly complete the signal commands sent by the "brain", and it seems that there is no problem in feeding them back.
"Teacher, can Magical Automaton have a soul?"
"Not in principle." Nicolas Flamel reinstalled the robotic arm and began disassembling the other one.
"The soul has no physical form, so it cannot affect the normal operation of Magical Circuit at all."
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be funny if Tom, who has no nose, suddenly decided to steal a couple of Magical Automaton to use as bodies.
Repair what's broken, and replace it if it's completely scrapped.
"Teacher, so it can only obey our commands?"
"Theoretically, yes." Nicolas Flamel inscribed Magical Circuit on the other mechanical arm. "Although it can learn autonomously, it will never develop its own thoughts."
There wasn't a truly feasible solution to the problem of artificial intelligence in the era Vincent traveled through time.
Transfiguration can bring inanimate objects to life, but it is also subject to the limitations imposed by the caster.
Nicolas Flamel picked up the alchemical welding torch again and heated the already cooled outer layer of the metal skeleton.
After being reshaped with magic, the Magical Automaton looked exactly the same as before.
"We've added a Magical Circuit that can rotate 45 degrees, so it should be more flexible than before."
He snapped his fingers to activate the T-800.
The improved and optimized robotic arm indeed significantly enhanced the dexterity of each finger.