The Alchemy Shop's showroom was large and divided into several sections.
The overall color scheme is dark, but the lights shining down from the ceiling are exceptionally bright.
The stark contrast made Hermione unconsciously imagine a wide variety of alchemical products in those transparent glass display cases.
A unique design that catches the eye.
There is a hole in the center of the exhibition hall that connects to the warehouse on the next floor.
Cheshire stood next to it. "When guests decide what they want to buy in the display area, the Alchemy Mechanical Arms in the warehouse will deliver it after packaging."
It has the feel of magic, and the feel of Muggle technology.
Hermione couldn't help but marvel at Vincent's idea.
Even a little bit can help wizards understand Muggle better.
The warehouse has two floors: one for storing alchemical products and the other for storing raw materials.
One floor down is a bright and spacious office area.
The room is fully furnished with tables and chairs, but there are mostly workbenches.
Hermione came to Vincent's side. "If you were all alone, you wouldn't need such a big space, would you?"
Vincent an awkward laugh. "I don't think I ever said anything about Alchemists a thing of the past, did I?"
His question made Hermione's lips curl into a slight smile.
Having a way out means it's not a life-or-death struggle.
What should be eliminated are those stubborn old guys who are unwilling to change.
But regardless of who is right or wrong, the International Alchemical Association will not stand idly by.
Below the office area is the employees' rest area.
The renovation here is not yet complete; it's just a simple coat of white paint.
There are many rooms, and they are fully equipped with beds and cabinets, but there isn't much other furniture.
Part of the original bar's cellar also served as a staff break area, and that winding, treacherous passageway has been blocked off.
Stepping into the cyberpunk-themed magic elevator, you can see the enormous factory area at the bottom through the transparent glass.
Over the past few decades, it has imprisoned countless Muggle and has been a breeding ground for evil in the Wizarding World.
But after a few months, it had become the birthplace of alchemical products.
The boiler is fully equipped with conveyor belt cooling and other devices, all of which Vincent installed by himself some time ago.
The only missing Alchemy Mechanical Arms, has also been brought in, and this place will soon become a fully automated factory.
Even though the Ministry of Magic has been trying to forget this history, as long as the factory exists, the wizards who use alchemical products will remember it.
Deeply moved, Hermione met Vincent's bright, azure eyes. "I didn't expect you to be so romantic."
The wizards may not remember it forever, but even a short time will suffice.
Vincent's lips curled into a handsome smile. "Don't think of me as too noble. I just don't want to see that kind of tragedy happen again."
Whether it's Muggle persecuting wizards or wizards harming Muggle.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly, her gaze becoming exceptionally firm. "No, it won't happen again."
Cheshire and the others retreated quietly.
Lucifer, Muggle-born, had a particularly complex look in his eyes.
The hatred was directed at those scumbags, the admiration for Vincent, and the confusion stemmed from the uncertain future.
"The chairman is so handsome," Maya Mi muttered to herself.
"Yes." Cheshire quickly shook her head. "Be quiet, don't disturb the chairman."
Vincent and Hermione squatted down as they talked.
He opened his briefcase and kept taking out rigorously tested Alchemy Mechanical Arms.
With a flick of the Ebony wand, they floated to the pre-drilled mounting holes.
Hermione's task is to fix the joints in place and adjust each joint to the preset angle.
In less than two hours, a total of 88 Alchemy Mechanical Arms had been installed.
The Magical Driver responsible for imprinting the form is very precise and requires Vincent to personally oversee its adjustment.
These are the factory's most closely guarded secrets, each containing records of 10 different alchemical products.
Hermione couldn't offer any help; she simply watched him quietly.
Soon, the 15 Magical Driver were also installed.
"There's one last step." Vincent looked at the seven new employees.
Lucifer nodded and went with them to the warehouse to unload the various ores and raw materials.
More people means higher efficiency, but tens or hundreds of tons can't be completed in one go.
The factory area was equipped with Anti-Apparition Jinx, so they packed their belongings into suitcases that had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm and then took the magical elevator back.
When everything was ready, Vincent waved his Ebony wand and started the entire Alchemy Factory.
The robotic arm with a hammer starts, breaking the ore into small pieces and feeding them onto the conveyor belt in proportion, before sending them into the boiler along with the Soothing Bloom.
Molten iron is poured onto a mold and then placed into a special cooling tank by another robotic arm.
Six robotic arms with claws retrieved them and placed them on a conveyor belt that could detect any defects.
Qualified castings are sent to the next station for further impurity removal, while unqualified castings are returned to the boiler for reheating and recasting.
Calcination, dissolution, separation, merging, fermentation, distillation—each step follows this pattern.
The final product is a silver metal cuboid, which is conveyed to the last station.
The Magical Driver had split open a small gap in the middle, and upon touching it, the liquid-like metal was reshaped into a pair of protective gloves.
Scissors, tweezers, measuring tape, hammer, balance scale, etc., are all forms that protective gloves can take.
Vincent put them on, tested them briefly, and then took them off.
His expression was incredibly excited, yet his tone remained remarkably calm. "The first alchemical product has been created; we have succeeded."
Hermione was so excited she almost jumped up.
She stood on tiptoe, opened her arms, and hugged Vincent. "You did it! I knew you could do it!"
After hundreds or thousands of hours of testing, it should theoretically not fail.
But this was, after all, a product that was enough to usher in a new era, and the witnesses present could hardly suppress their emotions.
The seven new employees also hugged each other.
"The chairman is awesome!" they cheered loudly, their joy genuine.
Vincent's happiness didn't last long.
The birth of alchemical products not only signifies the beginning of a new chapter in the Wizarding World, but also the arrival of countless people and events, both good and bad.
The International Alchemical Association's boycott, the attitudes of various national Ministry of Magic, the choices of Alchemists...
After he calmed down, he found himself being held by Hermione.
It seems... we've gotten a little too intimate?
Although only a little over a month has passed in reality, they have actually been in the Forbidden Forest for almost half a year.
This is the first time I've seen her so excited after knowing her for so long.
When Hermione calmed down, she looked up and met his eyes.
She stiffly released her grip, her little face flushed. "I—I was just—"
It's perfectly normal for a 14-year-old girl to be shy.
Vincent rubbed his chest. "I know, but could you be a little gentler next time? I almost couldn't breathe."
Hermione quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him anymore.
Just then, the seven new employees gathered around.
They solemnly assured him, "Chairman, we will definitely protect this place!"
Once the Alchemy Shop officially opens, it will surely face round after round of testing.
Driving those people away is useless; it will only attract even more people with lower standards to covet them.