Even the most powerful wizards, like Dumbledore, cannot withstand the onslaught of conventional Muggle weapons.
However, any qualified wizard can Apparition at any time, making it difficult for even the Muggle weapons to hit them directly.
The only thing that can restrain them is the Anti-Apparition Jinx.
Wizards who possess House-elf or phoenixes are a very small minority; having lost their means of movement, they have no choice but to tough it out.
Vincent sat on the floor in the room, his eyes scanning the latest military weapons displayed around him.
Grenade launchers, portable missile launchers, individual artillery, high-explosive grenades, anti-materiel rifles, flamethrowers, anti-aircraft machine guns...
It's not difficult to replicate them one by one; the challenge lies in integrating them together and then quickly switching between different forms depending on the situation.
Vincent's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to look at the Mithril Briefcase on the bedside table.
Its appearance is extremely deceptive; it doesn't look like a powerful weapon at all.
He reached out and grabbed the notebook that Accio, sketching out simple drafts.
Each fixed configuration is based on a briefcase with subtle modifications, and different caliber muzzles correspond to different types of ammunition.
This is a great idea; you can switch between different weapons anytime, anywhere.
But Vincent suddenly tore off the draft and crumpled it into a ball, seemingly very dissatisfied with the design he had just created.
His magic power was already so great that he could shape Mithril at will, without needing a rigid, fixed form like Gunblade.
The ability to conjure up any weapon you desire is what truly defines a design that allows for complete freedom of choice.
Vincent reached out again and caught the suitcase that flew towards him.
Nicolas Flamel had already taken Mithril from the Gringotts in Britain, leaving only some alchemical tools and precious works of art.
He took out a metal cube from the briefcase, which was slightly larger than the briefcase itself.
It contains unprocessed, flowing Mithril; there are a total of 30 such metal cubes.
With the help of the Serpent Staff, they were quickly shaped into a handheld briefcase that was larger than a suitcase.
The silver luster of Mithril gradually dimmed, eventually leaving only a restrained gunmetal color.
The entire briefcase looked particularly sturdy and heavy, with Magical Runes, "?", engraved in the center.
Vincent picked it up and imagined the appearance and structure of the Gunblade in his mind.
When powerful magic seeped into the briefcase, it returned to its fluid Mithril state and quickly transformed into a Gunblade.
The whole process was very quick, probably similar to chanting incantations or casting spells.
"It's still too slow..." Vincent put the briefcase back in its original position, then sat on the floor holding it.
Even though Mithril is the most demon-friendly metal, he was still not satisfied with the speed at which he could forcibly shape it using magic.
If it's as fast as a regular wizard casting spells, it's better to just fix multiple forms directly.
Unless his magic is much stronger, strong enough to create Mithril in an instant.
But that's too difficult; it's simply impossible to do it in a short time.
Or perhaps they could create an alchemical tool that could Legilimency and accelerate the formation of Mithril by reading those thoughts?
No, he's a natural Occlumency master; even the Sorting Hat can't read his thoughts.
Should we compromise?
No, there must be another way.
Vincent's eyes swept over the array of weapons laid out around him.
The internal structure of firearms is often the most complex, while Gunblade are relatively simple in comparison.
"If several different internal structures are predetermined..."
He picked up the Serpent Staff and pointed it at the grenade launcher in front of him.
After being completely disassembled, the interior was perfectly replicated into the briefcase.
Simply use magic to reshape the appearance of the Mithril, and sure enough, it instantly transforms into a grenade launcher.
Moreover, there is no limit to the number of gun barrels; you can conjure up as many as you want.
Vincent pointed his Serpent Staff at the weapons in front of him, replicating their internal structures one by one into the briefcase.
Submachine guns equipped with flamethrowers, Gatling guns that fire high-explosive grenades, triple-barreled missile launchers...
He created countless imaginative weapons, perfectly demonstrating what it means to do whatever one pleases.
He excitedly raised the briefcase.
No more need to consider complex internal structures; all that's required is for the user to have enough imagination.
If we have to point out a drawback, it's that we have to replicate the internal structure of a large number of weapons.
If you want to add magical effects, you also need to inscribe a separate set of Magical Circuit.
Just thinking about such a workload makes one's scalp tingle.
However, Vincent was not in a hurry; he could improve it little by little.
Having acquired my first small item sufficient for self-defense finally put my mind at ease.
He gently waved his Serpent Staff, reassembling the completely disassembled weapons on the floor back to their original state.
Eric, who was idly flipping through a magazine downstairs, was stunned when he caught sight of his son carrying a large box down the street.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, it's not that difficult."
Eric paused for a moment, then said, "The second batch will arrive tomorrow morning. I'll arrange things for those big guys as soon as possible."
Vincent nodded and went back to his room to retrieve his briefcase.
"Dad, this is what I've accomplished this morning."
"Is that so..." Eric took it in his hand and examined it carefully.
Its appearance is unremarkable, except for the Magical Runes is somewhat special.
It's a bit light, but it looks quite sturdy; I guess it'll be better than a brick.
"What can this thing turn into?"
Vincent caught the briefcase and opened it; inside were countless small rockets.
Eric's eyes widened, and he subconsciously swallowed.
"There's more than one."
The powerful magic instantly transformed the briefcase into an exaggeratedly large anti-materiel rifle, and soon it became a single-soldier cannon with a caliber larger than a football.
Eric was dumbfounded by the weapons that defied his imagination.
This isn't for self-defense; it's clearly meant to be used in a small-scale war.
If those big-name models were also replicated...
Eric shuddered. "Now I'm starting to worry about those wizards who might have bad intentions towards you."
Vincent put the briefcase back in its original position. "Dad, I'm not some warmonger. I won't open it easily."
Eric chuckled dryly. "The scariest thing about this box isn't the improvement in individual firepower, but that it can perfectly replicate any weapon. It not only offers a wide variety of choices, but can even create entirely new weapons through different combinations."
The more complex the battlefield, the greater its advantage.
In Eric's view, an elite squad fully equipped with it would be enough to Cleansweep the Wizarding World.
Vincent strongly agreed with his opinion, "It's a pity that its usage threshold is too high, otherwise it would be easy to arm a large number of combat forces."
Eric rolled his eyes. "You want to build a few more? This thing is like Pandora's Box. If your idiot minister finds out, he'll immediately list you as the number one danger."
A multi-purpose weapon that combines magic and technology, and is created through Alchemy.
Not to mention the British Ministry of Magic, even the International Confederation of Wizards would probably be afraid.
Vincent looked down at the briefcase in his hand, deeply agreeing. "It certainly has the potential to become Pandora's box."
One day, this Pandora's Briefcase will become a truly ultimate weapon.
Once it is turned on, disaster will befall us.