Even after boarding the yacht, Neville, who seemed preoccupied, still appeared sullen.
Vincent cast a spell to make the yacht go on autopilot, and then came to him.
"Would you like to go outside and enjoy the sea breeze?"
"Uh—okay."
Inland seas are formed by seawater flowing into basins, so the air has a high salt content, and prolonged exposure to the air can dry out the skin.
"Neville, all men are born unequal, but all lives are equal."
Vincent raised his index finger and traced Voldemort's noseless face.
"This pickled radish is obsessed with immortality, and has turned itself into this grotesque thing."
The somewhat comical, large face dissipated into a cloud of black mist.
"His soul no longer belongs to him; even wandering ghosts are countless times stronger than him."
Neville stared blankly as the black mist gradually dissipated.
"No matter how powerful his magic is, no matter how invincible he may be, he is still an extremely cowardly villain who is afraid of death."
"Vincent, I—I—"
"You are much braver than him, Neville."
Hermione, who was eavesdropping behind the hatch, smiled slightly.
Can you say his name like I can?
Neville's eyes instantly reddened. "Yes! I can!"
Under Vincent's encouraging gaze, he took a deep breath and shouted the name:
"Voldemort! You're a cowardly villain who clings to life!"
I'm not afraid of you anymore! Come and find me if you dare!
It worked very well; Vincent even got a bit of tinnitus from shouting.
"Thank you," Neville said, panting. "I feel full of energy now."
"Stay calm until that moment arrives, and turn all your pent-up anger into strength."
He straightened his chest and wiped away the tears that were about to fall from his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I believe you." Vincent turned around and chuckled. "And Malfoy and his gang, they're not really that scary."
Neville paused for a moment, the timidity that had flashed in his eyes gradually disappearing.
There's really nothing scary about someone who acts arrogantly and domineeringly just because they have money and status.
Once you strip away all that, all that's left is hypocrisy and affectation.
"Malfoy! You're even worse than Voldemort!"
Snape! You dare to target us like this? You'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!
Vincent stumbled, almost losing his glorious image from just moments before.
Hermione, who was behind the hatch, smiled and walked up to him.
"Parkinson's! Not only are you ugly, but you also keep popping up to scare people!"
"Pfft—" Daphne, who had been secretly following them, was exposed.
The timing was perfect, but unfortunately, I wasn't scared off.
Vincent casually walked past Hermione. "What are you two doing? Your gossip instincts are kicking in again?"
He walked into the cabin and almost lost his composure when he saw a row of eavesdropping figures in the corridor.
"Everyone, disperse. Let Neville vent his anger."
"Oh." James, holding the camera, was a little disappointed.
It would be great if animated magical photos could also record audio.
No, if cameras can be modified to be unaffected by magic, then video cameras certainly can too.
He followed behind Vincent, asking, "Old Vincent, how's your Alchemy skill going?"
"It's barely watchable, what's wrong?"
"Can you modify a camera that won't be affected by magic?"... "Of course I can, but Mr. Weasley is the head of the Muggle Artefacts Office. It would be a big problem if I modified it."
James blinked. "And where's your gun?"
"I only referenced the structure slightly, and I didn't use Muggle technology, so how can it be considered an abuse?"
Hermione rolled her eyes as she stepped into the cabin.
Wizards don't understand triggers, hammers, or gun barrels, and without any real Muggle objects to reference, no one would care if they built spaceships.
She began to worry about the wetsuit and oxygen tank.
Superheroes are all going to sea?
That's impossible... right?
A large luxury yacht is, after all, a large luxury yacht; there is still room for two people.
Vincent went inside, opened his suitcase, and rummaged through it to find more than a dozen new outfits that he had never worn.
It's either black or white.
It's too monotonous.
He took out a piece of copper-iron alloy and stared blankly at the large pile of various colors of paint in front of him.
All-metal construction is too extravagant, and its complexity doesn't allow him to create it in a short time.
The deepest part of the Seto Inland Sea, the Naruto Strait, is only 217 meters deep, while other parts are only 20 to 40 meters deep.
Since they are all wizards, water pressure is not a concern.
It is highly elastic, wear-resistant, and waterproof.
Flipping through Nicolas Flamel's manuscript, there were several matching formulas.
The most difficult, of course, is using Mithril as the weaving material.
The simplest way is to add Magical Circuit to the clothes.
Theoretically, if a wand is not used for depiction, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.
The simplest way to maintain a seal at a depth of 200 meters is to wear a full-coverage helmet.
Lightweight and comfortable enough, it can only be made of plastic.
The recipe is available, but the ingredients are hard to find.
"Hmm?" Vincent stared intently at the copper-iron alloy.
A thin layer maintains strength, the inside is engraved with Magical Circuit for generating oxygen, and finally cotton is added to ensure comfort.
With the specific plan in place, all that's left is the appearance.
If it's 13 sets...
Childhood memories from his past life flooded his mind like a tsunami.
There are exactly 13 people, and each one has their own unique characteristics.
The only problem is the body shape, and the girls' bodies need special modifications.
"Oh right, I forgot to take the measurements!"
Vincent opened the door and saw Hermione and Daphne.
He didn't care about the two little witches' motives, but instead gave them a glorious and arduous task.
Take the measurements!
"What about the boys'?"
"Of course we're looking for Cedric and Rolf, you don't mean to—"
"In no mood!"
Hermione turned away angrily.
Daphne is alright, but her eyes have clearly changed.
After closing the door, Vincent transformed the Mithril ring into scissors and then controlled it to cut the several sets of clothes floating in mid-air.
Dye it metallic black, sew it to your size, and then engrave waterproof and wear-resistant Magical Circuit.
Take out a small workbench, put on the ring, switch to hammer mode, and smash the heated copper-iron alloy, which has turned bright white.
In just a moment, the large piece of metal was broken into more than a dozen pieces.
Choose a relatively large piece and smash it, turning it into a piece of metal shaped like a feather and resembling a shoulder armor.
Alchemists certainly wouldn't bother with the hard work of forging iron.
They would channel magic into objects using a hammer, shaping them into any form they desired... Mithril, being a liquid, required even more meticulous shaping.
With a dozen or so clangs, the chest armor, arm guards, leg guards, and belt were all in place.
He snapped his fingers to speed up the cooling process, and it looked like a toy to him no matter how he looked at it.
"It's not fragmented enough..."
In order to achieve the greatest possible realism, he decided to start over with the feathers on the shoulder armor.
"Knock knock—"
"Wait, I'll be right there!"
Hermione and Daphne, who were outside the door, were puzzled by the clinking sounds coming from inside.
It's just a diving suit, why would you need to forge iron for it?
Could it be an oxygen tank?
Vincent stepped over a pile of small metal scraps and opened the door with a sense of accomplishment.
Merlin's boxer shorts!
In less than an hour, this place was transformed into a scrap metal recycling station.
They stared at the scattered metal fragments on the ground, wanting to complain but unsure where to begin.
"Thank you." Vincent glanced at the parchment they were each holding, but his hand was slapped away forcefully as he reached out.
Is there a problem?
"Yes, it's still a big problem!"
Hermione pointed to the ground. "I understand that oxygen tanks are made of metal, but I don't understand why you broke them into so many pieces."
"And this," Daphne said, pointing to a small workbench, "Why does a diving suit come with a scepter?"
Yes, why is that?
Vincent frowned and thought for a long time, "Because—"
Because you always need something for self-defense?
He received two more pairs of exquisite Big White.
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