For as long as Vincent disassembled and studied the EF-2000, Hunter would pester Eric for just as long.
As the parts suspended in mid-air gradually came together to form the original fighter jet, Hunter finally managed to subdue Eric after paying a heavy price.
When do we set off?
"Wait until you've arranged everything."
"No problem!"
"Remember not to tell anyone."
"I understand, it's top secret."
Eric smiled as he looked at Vincent, who was walking towards him.
As a father, he knew his son's personality very well.
A single Royal Air Force base is certainly not enough. The army has no problem, but the navy is a bit of a challenge.
Given their decades-long friendship, Hunter was Vincent's uncle, not some unrelated outsider.
The laws in the Wizarding World have so many loopholes; the gaps are wider than a football field, and you can just swagger across them.
"Dad, I've got it done."
Eric glanced at his watch.
It was 4:30 p. m., half an hour early.
"So fast? Don't you need to use that silver replica?"
Vincent confidently pointed to his forehead, "It's all preserved in there, I'll never forget it."
It wasn't because he had a good memory, but because he could access his memories at any time.
Moreover, with his current level of magical power, he is fully capable of creating a high-level alchemical tool like the Pensieve.
As soon as the three of them successfully returned to the ground, Hunter immediately became nervous.
Because the jeep he drove over was gone.
Were we discovered?
His vision went black, and just as he was about to collapse, the jeep suddenly reappeared in its original spot.
Vincent helped him up. "I'm sorry, Uncle Hunter, I forgot to tell you that my magic is limited and I can't isolate a large area of space."
Hunter waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. "So this is magic. I thought you had to hold a stick and chant a long spell like in the movies."
Vincent chuckled as he got into the jeep. "Most wizards do need to chant spells, I just got lucky and found a good teacher."
Nicolas Flamel, the historically renowned founder of Europe Alchemy.
With such a true master as his teacher, Vincent's magical skills are certainly not going to be low.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Hunter and Eric walked to the side, their arms around each other's shoulders.
The two exchanged a few words and got into the car, seemingly having reached some shady deal.
Vincent didn't care; his mind was now completely occupied with the EF-2000 refit plan.
The RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engine has many aspects that can be improved through Alchemy, and the final performance improvement is expected to be more than double.
The jeep slowly drove out of the base dormitory area and soon returned to its original hangar, number 7.
The three of them went in and out in front of the soldiers, and then got back into the car and returned to the side of the runway.
Under Hunter's watchful eye, the Wayne father and son's black Bugatti sports car gradually drove away from the air force base.
After witnessing real magic firsthand, he couldn't help but look forward to his vacation next week.
After dinner,
Vincent returned to his room immediately.
Following his vision, he used Mithril to replicate an RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engine.
The so-called afterburning turbofan engine is actually an engine with an afterburner added to the rear of the turbofan engine, which allows the exhaust gas and combustion gas generated at the front to be re-burned to generate greater thrust.
Its advantages include high energy efficiency, simple structure, space saving, low noise, and high reliability.
However, it also has many drawbacks.
Power limitations, fuel consumption, maintenance costs, and the need for complex control systems.
However, its advantages are amplified when it comes to Mithril, and some of its disadvantages disappear completely.
But this size...
Vincent stared speechlessly at the engine, which was longer than his bed.
Start!
The first step is to compress the volume as much as possible.
Mithril is highly malleable and strong enough to support the engine at full power.
Next, the structure was further simplified.
Alchemy creations require no fuel at all; even the most efficient combustion chamber is merely a burden.
Finally, there's stability.
While Mithril's strength allows it to operate at full power, extensive testing is still required given its significantly reduced size.
The engine, reforged with Mithril a second time, was as long as an arm.
However Vincent was still not satisfied and further reduced the volume.
Working until almost dawn, I finally managed to reforge an engine that was only slightly larger than the palm of my hand using Mithril.
"Hmm..." He stretched and decided to start the test tomorrow.
After a good night's sleep and a healthy, green breakfast, it's already 9 a. m.
Inside the room, Vincent, under the watchful eye of Gu Gu, held the Alchemy Engine in his left hand and the Serpent Staff in his right, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.
"10% power..." he muttered to himself as he started the engine, and then he shot up to the ceiling.
The blinding sunlight shone on Gu Gu's round head, and it tilted its head, trying to look at the hole that had been smashed open.
But it was so fat that it could barely stand upright, wobbling precariously.
The person who takes care of the poop shouldn't die; at most, they might break an arm or a leg.
It flapped its little wings and flew to the desk, pulling open a drawer full of snacks with one paw.
The human is currently at a high level of power and will probably be back to full strength soon, so it needs to sneak some treats before then.
Two bags of dried anchovies, one bag of potato chips, three bags of dried chicken breast...
Gu Gu closed the drawer with satisfaction, then suddenly turned around as if sensing something.
Vincent looked at it with a smile, "What were you doing just now?"
"Gu Gu..."
"Don't explain, I saw you secretly hiding snacks."
Poor Gu Gu was kicked out of the room.
It raised its proud little head, flapped its little wings, and came downstairs.
Oh? We have a guest?
Gu Gu quickly jumped into a warm embrace.
Hermione had just entered Wayne's house, held it out to her. "Good morning, how did you know I was here?"
Today she wore a light yellow wide-shouldered dress and a pair of retro Little White sneakers, which looked quite casual and everyday, while her makeup was as exquisite as ever.
Gu Gu recognized her at a glance and kept complaining to her.
You mean Vincent?
"Gu Gu..."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Gu Gu..."
Hermione seemed to understand and looked towards the stairwell inside the house. "You mean he found out you were taking back the snacks he hid?"
"Gu Gu!"
"And then he kicked you out of the room?"
"Gu Gu!"
Evelyn, standing to the side, maintained an awkward yet polite smile. "Gu Gu has been on a diet lately."
She gently stroked Gu Gu's round forehead. "You know he's busy with experiments all day, otherwise he would have known you were here."
Hermione looked away. "It's alright, Auntie. I should have called before I came. Did I disturb you?"
"Not at all," Evelyn said warmly, leading her inside. "We hardly have any guests all year round, so why wouldn't we welcome you?"
Eric, who was in the living room with a newspaper in his hand, greeted Hermione warmly as she approached.
"Come, sit down quickly, I'll call him down right now."
Hermione quickly stepped in front of him, "No need, Uncle. He's very focused when he's doing experiments, so let's not disturb him."
The Wayne couple exchanged a silent glance.
Such a kind and understanding girl; their silly son has really struck gold.