Research and development is a tough job.
However, making minor modifications to an existing product is not that difficult.
In five days, Vincent successfully mastered a new method of alloy making.
The metal made by combining gold, silver, copper, and cadmium (which lowers the melting temperature) is a shape Memory Alloy similar to Mithril, possessing exceptional malleability.
The downside is that it is not heat-resistant, and its affinity for magic is still within the range of ordinary metals.
The advantage is that it is easier to shape than liquid Mithril, and it can also be made very light and thin.
The Hogwarts Kitchens late at night.
Vincent brought out a whole bunch of little things for his friends.
Rings, necklaces, and other accessories are the basics; notebooks, quill pens, and other accessories are the advanced levels; belt buckles, shoe heels, and other accessories represent the current limits.
If you want to push the boundaries of imagination further, the only option is the clothes you wear.
"Can't you make it lighter?"
"Sure, but that would mean we can't create too many Magical Circuit."
Each additional form requires the creation of a Magical Circuit; no matter how light or thin the Memory Alloy, it is still metal.
As the number of lightweight circuits increases, the number of possible shapes decreases.
It's only slightly heavier than regular clothes, and it probably takes up all the space that can be depicted.
Fred picked up a small hair clip. "Isn't there a metal that can have multiple forms while also being lighter?"
"Yes." Vincent gestured toward the Mithril Briefcase in front of him.
This isn't a problem of rising costs; it's a problem of simply being unable to mass-produce it.
A small silver mine can only smelt less than a pound of Mithril, Draco, who loves to show off, only used a tiny bit on his new broom.
Wearing clothes worth hundreds of thousands of Gold Galleons, what kind of family does that mean?
Very suddenly, they all stared intently at Vincent.
If I remember correctly, this person had a pure Mithril Robe.
The hood given to Jormungandr was also Mithril of Mithril, as were the briefcase and the Gunblade.
The real hidden billionaire!
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine from the stare. "Things are valued for their rarity, and besides, I have no intention of selling them."
It was even more sour than eating a whole plate of lemons.
If they knew that Nicolas Flamel had over a hundred Mithril artifacts in his Britain vault alone, along with more than a dozen mining deeds...
Jealousy drives people crazy.
If we add France's treasury to that...
"Ahem—I don't actually have many Gold Galleons."
Yes, they're so poor they only have Mithril left, which is valuable but unavailable.
Fred and George's eyes lit up. "Dude, do you take on apprentices?"
"Uh—I'm just a beginner, I'm probably not qualified."
"Bullshit! Hermione was clearly your first apprentice!"
"Ah, this..." Vincent was speechless.
To keep their friendship intact and to ensure a wonderful campus life, he became his friends' Alchemy mentor.
Starting with the simplest first step, calcination, it took Fred and George a whole week to learn.
While the two of them were complaining about Vincent's favoritism, Daphne had already learned the third step of separation.
Cedric and Rolf both dissolved in the second step, and with the help of "Big Sister" Hermione, they were left far behind.
"Alchemy is the least dependent on talent."
Fred and George put in their best efforts and successfully caught up with the schedule in half a month... They paid a heavy price.
The dimmer the red hourglass in Gryffindor became, the brighter Snape's smile grew.
"Weasley, if you're still this filthy, you'll be standing outside for the next class."
Before leaving, he didn't forget to deduct 10 points from each of them.
The reason given was to distract students.
However, even with various reasons for deducting points, the red hourglass remains the most dazzling.
In early June, The Transfiguration Today published a paper.
Following last year's limit on size, this year it's the limit on detail.
Vincent and Hermione completed the paper in a week.
Now, whenever students of all grades at Hogwarts see the two of them, they instinctively turn around and walk away quickly.
It's so unbearable, I have to drag them along to do experiments whenever I see them.
The red hourglass dimmed considerably on the second day.
With two weeks left until the final exams, Wood Bear, holding the Quidditch annual championship trophy, hugs Vincent.
Just as he pressed his large face against it, Harry happened to walk by with the Golden Snitch.
"Oh! Harry!"
The banquet lasted until the early hours of the morning.
Even more devastating than the students was Snape, who had once again lost the Quidditch annual championship trophy.
He tried every day to come up with various reasons to deduct points, but he couldn't keep up with the speed at which the stupid lions added points.
Then he realized that everything was because of Vincent.
But he's School Board Member, and he's inherently very difficult to deal with.
Are we going to lose the House Cup again?
Slytherin is currently at the bottom, only a few dozen points behind third-place Hufflepuff.
Cedric and Rolf are in trouble.
Despite their initially positive attitude, they ultimately succumbed to the ridicule and sarcasm.
Snape was also scheduled to attend the first trial of the Gwent cheating case, and it would be a shame not to go to the Bat Cave for a second round of "care" from him during this time.
Number 19, First Trial Chamber of the Ministry of Magic.
Vincent, as a fellow member of the group, was honored to be invited to appear in court.
He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the gentlemen in the dock.
The presiding judge this time was also Amelia Bones, but the jury lineup was not as impressive as last month's.
"Based on the information we have gathered, the six defendants did not have any face-to-face contact with any card dealers."
She paused, then looked at Lucius, who was sitting at the very front.
"However, Yamamoto Tsukumo, who once defrauded millions of Gold Galleons in Japan and whose whereabouts are now unknown, visited Malfoy Manor during the Christmas holidays."
"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, what explanation do you have for this?"
The ever-elegant and composed Lord Lucius loosened the collar of his expensive black robe slightly.
He stood up confidently, facing the Wizengamot jury, and said, "I was deceived."
As the evidence I submitted shows, I never imagined that Yamamoto Tsukumo would forge the Ashiya family's signature.
A parchment covered with transparent magic tape rose from the center of the courtroom.
The Contract is torn to shreds like this; who knows if Ashiya Mie's signature is real or fake?
Unless we can find another one.
However, if we do that, today's trial will have to be held at the International Wizarding Court.
"Defendant, what were your reasons for tearing up this Contract?"
"I was furious when I found out I had been scammed."
Vincent, sitting in the audience, could imagine the scene.
It has absolutely nothing to do with elegance and composure; it's torn to shreds and then glued back together while cursing.
The thought of the Bat Cave made him feel even more uncomfortable, and he almost burst out laughing in public.
Snape, who was just across from Dumbledore on the right, sneered repeatedly.
This strange feeling, which is hard to describe in words, felt strangely familiar.
In particular, he heard Lucius's defense that he was innocent.
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