Hermione's drawings and documents are very detailed, including cutting, silhouette, structure, fabric, and material.
Vincent only needs to set the parameters, and this sleeveless hooded cape can begin mass production.
The White Imposter Mask, the White Defender Cloak, and the white Dominator Pistol —the three-piece set of general equipment for the Succession Society is finally complete.
But this is just the beginning. The underground workshop at headquarters still needs to be expanded and renovated before it can be officially put into production.
Vincent and Hermione chatted until almost noon, their curiosity piqued by the Alexandria black market, the New Gate Monastery, Jerusalem, and the Dragon Fort Tea House —all the Wizards' Purity Party branches.
The situation in the British Wizarding World is not optimistic. As expected, the Ministry of Magic is going to formulate a targeted Educational Decree. Although the specific details are still under discussion, Fudge's ambition to gradually take over control of Hogwarts through legislation is already obvious.
Voldemort and the Death Eaters remained silent. After all, Dumbledore was only confined to his quarters and hadn't completely broken ties with the Ministry of Magic like Vincent had, so they naturally wouldn't make any rash moves.
However, with the enactment of the Future Educational Decree, conflict between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic is inevitable, and Voldemort may be waiting for this opportunity.
Hermione tried her best to hide the disappointment on her face. "It's noon. Let's talk again next time."
"Okay, let's talk next time." Vincent clenched his fist after hanging up the call.
Voldemort and the Death Eaters are in hiding, but they will harm Muggle sooner or later.
As the number of serious incidents increases, the attitude of the British Ministry of Magic may change, but the Muggle government will certainly deepen its animosity towards wizards.
If you can't even handle your own internal affairs, why should others trust you?
Hunter's forces must be established as soon as possible. MAST-MA is the only force Muggle have to fight against Death Eaters. It will be too late if casualties start to occur.
For several days in a row, Vincent spent his time in the old book gallery at 14 Rue Saint-Jacques, the Europe headquarters of the Succession Society.
While developing equipment specifically for Muggle, he also built a batch of Magical Automaton to expand the underground alchemy workshop.
The elderly men came to help out when they had nothing else to do. The above-ground buildings of the headquarters have not changed much, but the interior has been completely renovated.
The metal walls were filled with pipes that flowed with iridescent light, connecting to a series of alchemical devices of unknown function.
Beneath the translucent floor were thin pipes, through which flowed a viscous liquid called Mithril, as thick as blood.
Although it is not yet completed, it is already full of magical punk elements.
A few days later, the pipes in the metal walls were covered layer by layer, and the flowing rainbow light could only be vaguely seen through the small gaps.
The translucent floor remained unchanged, except that the viscous Mithril had all solidified, and countless Magical Runes were densely engraved on it.
The old men were all outside, while Vincent sat on one side of the sofa facing the dilapidated wooden door, operating a huge projection screen, with the gunmetal-colored Pandora briefcase on the other side of the sofa.
As he operated, the faintly visible flowing rainbow light on the metal wall suddenly became dazzling, and the entire building surface was enveloped in a semi-transparent barrier.
The elderly men were probably used to it, as none of them showed much surprise.
Helmut, who was at the front, used Magical Communicator to broadcast the entire process of the barrier's creation to Vincent inside.
The startup time is a bit long, but for a large magical protective barrier, this speed is actually quite fast.
"Alright, now please use the Dominator to shoot at the same spot simultaneously."
This request made Helmut frown.
The Dominator's non-lethal attack is equivalent to a regular wizard's Stunning Spell. Can a magical barrier created through Alchemy really withstand both?
The older men were also generally skeptical.
Helmut took a deep breath and, together with everyone else, pulled the Dominator Pistol from the pocket inside his suit, which was enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm.
The flowing blue light instantly became dazzling, and almost simultaneously, 41 blue rays struck the magical barrier of the dilapidated wooden door.
If a wizard were present, he would be astonished and his eyes would widen.
Because the area where the barrier was hit emitted a rainbow light, the light blue light was swallowed up by the rainbow light in the blink of an eye, as if it had been absorbed.
"Continue, activate Annihilation Mode."
The old men hesitated for a moment, then the 41 huge, dark blue gun barrels were once again aimed at the magical barrier of the dilapidated wooden door.
A dazzling blue light flashed by, and the barrier seemed to melt, creating a large hole. The wooden door was instantly reduced to dust.
But soon, the large hole in the barrier was repaired.
Vincent, sitting on the sofa, put away Pandora and stared intently at the data changes on the projection screen.
The Dominator's Annihilation Mode can emit converted pure magical energy, which varies from person to person and is roughly equivalent to an undiminished Blasting Curse. It has extremely strong destructive power against any matter, but can be absorbed by Pandora's shield form.
Although it couldn't withstand the old man's attack this time, the possibility of being attacked by dozens of Blasting Curse at the same time is very low. The strength of the headquarters' magic barrier is actually sufficient.
"Test complete."
When the old men came in, they noticed that Vincent didn't look too good and seemed dissatisfied with the result.
Helmut stepped forward. "My lord, is there a problem?"
"The intensity is lower than I expected." Vincent looked up at him. "Mr. Schmidt, I've told you many times that I don't intend to follow Grindelwald's religious-style faith and worship. You should change your address."
Vincent may be mentally very old, but he's still far younger than these old men in both his past and present lives. Being called that by them would shorten his lifespan.
"This..." The old men were immediately at a loss.
From their perspective, Vincent risked his life to bring them out of Erkstag, so it wasn't an exaggeration to call him "My Lord."
Helmut tentatively asked, "Young Master?"
Vincent's lips twitched violently.
He is the young master, so his father Eric becomes the master.
"Just call me sir." Vincent looked down and continued to examine the data on the projection screen.
Helmut shrugged at the crowd. "Alright, Mr. Wayne, I think the magical barrier you created is strong enough. What are you worried about?"
Those who know Vincent know that he always plans ahead and prioritizes the worst possible outcome in everything he does.
The older men didn't have much contact with him, but through Viktor they knew he was a very cautious person. In Viktor's own words, he "never acts without being fully prepared."
Vincent turned off the projection screen and patiently explained the situation to the old men, "The Succession Society be facing all wizards in the future. They will regard us as outsiders, traitors, and enemies. Therefore, we must be prepared to be enemies with the entire Wizarding World."