You're Here to Recharge Your Magic, Aren't You?

Over there, Mr. LeMay continued his lecture, imparting knowledge to Harry.

"Next, we need to consider the core energy conversion module."

As he spoke, Mr. LeMay manipulated the Quill to draw a complex structure. "I intend to replace the existing hammer, firing pin, and part of the bolt mechanism. This is a miniature magic compression-directional release array."

At this point, Mr. LeMay gestured with his hands in the air.

"When the wizard pulls the trigger, it doesn't release the hammer to strike the primer, but rather triggers this array through a sensor Runes on the trigger. The array instantly draws in the preset magic power injected by the wizard through the magic interface at the grip, highly compresses and adjusts it, and then fires it from the muzzle in a pre-set pattern. The projectile can be a highly condensed pure magic bullet, or a physical bullet pre-stored in a special magazine. These bullets are instantly enchanted and accelerated as they pass through the array."

Harry felt like he'd stumbled into a ghost town; what on earth was going on?

However, Mr. LeMay seemed to be engrossed in his explanation, paying no attention to Harry, and continuing to explain, "The third step is the magazine and ammunition system."

He controlled the Quill and drew another rectangular structure.

"Look, I plan to add some Untraceable Extension Charm to the outer wall of the magazine as well. This way, the internal capacity can be ten or even a hundred times larger than it appears on the outside. We can design several standard magazines: for example, a standard magic magazine, which stores pre-treated inert magical energy blocks that are drawn into the magazine by an array to form a magic bullet when fired; and a multi-functional solid magazine, which stores different types of special Reductor Curse with penetrating, Knockback Jinx, binding, or even healing or signal flares."

The old man explained with exaggerated gestures, his face full of enthusiasm.

"Look, the bottom of the magazine is also engraved with Runic text. When the magazine is inserted into the gun, the weapon's control core will automatically identify the ammunition type and adjust the firing mode of the array."

"Blood Mother Hell, awesome." Harry couldn't understand what Mr. LeMay was saying either, and only regretted his lack of education, thinking that "awesome" was all he needed to know.

That exclamation I used earlier was something I learned from Ron.

"Let me think about it—" Mr. LeMay paused, then fell into thought.

After a long while, he raised his head again, his eyes filled with the fervor of a scientist.

"Right, right—how could I forget about the auxiliary and control systems?"

He drew several small dots on the side and top of the gun.

"Here, here we can install a Runic text module to provide basic aiming assistance. The magic interface on the grip can adjust the magic output power to correspond to different strengths and ranges. We can even reserve an interface at the stock to install more complex modules in the future, such as element converters, silencing modules, or even short-range Apparition evasion devices."

He put down his Quill, looked at the design sketch on the paper—now unrecognizable, filled with magical lines and mechanical structures—and nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, this is just a preliminary concept. To realize it, we need to solve a whole host of problems, including the stability of the magic compression array, the compatibility of different materials under high-speed magic flow, the instantaneous completion rate of bullet enchanting, the response speed and reliability of the control core, and most importantly, the safety of the user and the optimization of magic consumption. If any link goes wrong, it could lead to a barrel explosion, magic backlash, or the effect not meeting the requirements."

At this point, Mr. LeMay looked up at Harry.

"Harry, do you understand? This is a groundbreaking advancement, a true revolution in the Wizarding World!"

"Huh?" Harry's eyes were blurry as he wiped the drool from his mouth. "What revolution?"

Mr. LeMay sighed.

He knew that the kid had probably skipped class.

That makes sense; how could apes possibly understand such advanced Alchemy?

"Never mind," Mr. LeMay waved his hand dismissively. "Go and fetch that little girl from the Grindelwald family, and your Godfather too."

"They might not even understand it—" Harry tried to save face.

"They may not understand, but they know how to respect researchers!" Mr. LeMay said irritably. "At least they'll convey this concept to the researchers at the Ministry of Magic, instead of spacing out like you did while I was explaining!"

"Haha." Harry chuckled dryly. "So, should I call them now?"

Mr. LeMay didn't speak, he just slowly waved his hand.

He couldn't move too fast, of course. His bones were really a bit brittle. Although he had drunk the Potter Family's Skele-Gro, the improvement wasn't very obvious. The effect was that his bones wouldn't be damaged by everyday activities.

Harry felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly slipped away to a relatively quiet corner of the hut, away from the pile of alchemical instruments that gleamed with a dangerous light and the Parchment covered in cryptic writing.

He took out his phone and dialed Veratia's number.

A few seconds later, Veratia's half-body silhouette appeared in front of him.

She appeared to be in the Minister for Magic's office, with tall bookshelves and a map of the magical world behind her. A strand of pale golden hair slipped from her meticulously styled bun, adding a touch of languor to her dignified face.

When she met Harry's gaze, a hint of a smile flashed in her violet eyes, but it was quickly masked by a reserved expression that said, "I'm busy with important matters."

"Speak, what's the important matter?" Veratia said, suppressing a laugh. "Did I run out of the supplies I gave you, or are you planning to blow something up in my office again?"

"You talk as if I'm Seamus," Harry chuckled. "It's Mr. LeMay. He has—well, a very, very important new project—and he'd like you and the Godfather to come over to his Alchemy Hut. He says it's about a revolution in the Wizarding World."

Harry repeated LeMay's words, even though he himself didn't quite understand what the "re" meant.

But it really is quite dangerous.

Veratia raised her eyebrows.

The "revolutionary project" that Nicolas Flamel spoke of should not be underestimated.

She immediately dropped her teasing expression and became serious.

"Mr. LeMay's project? I'll arrange it immediately. Who do you need to bring? Experts from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes? Representatives from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? Or perhaps from the Department of International Magical Cooperation— "

"Mr. LeMay didn't say," Harry interrupted her, already picturing Veratia bringing a delegation, "He just said he wanted to invite you and the Godfather. Maybe he wanted the two Minister for Magic to hear his ideas first?"

Veratia nodded, her decisive style immediately showing. "Okay. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Did you notify Sirius?"

"I will notify them immediately."

"See you later." The half-body phantom flickered and disappeared, and Veratia's image faded away. She had obviously already begun to quickly deal with the matters at hand, preparing to set off.

Harry scrolled through his contacts and found a name that read "Padfoot (Do not disturb during work hours)".

After a few rings, a slightly tired but still handsome and unruly face appeared before Harry, against a backdrop of dark wood paneling and a desk piled high with documents, with the British Ministry of Magic flag fluttering in the corner nearby.

And then there's the Britain flag. Sirius has already started some deep collaborations with the Muggle World. Now he goes to 10 Downing Street every few days to have a drink with Mr. Major and then they complain together.

Behind him stood his wife, Gemma, who was also his secretary.

"Harry!" Sirius's voice came through the receiver, slightly hoarse and chuckled. "What, the Savior of Hogwarts finally remembered his poor old Godfather?"

"You're saying that just like Professor Snape," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Impossible! How could I be like that sissy Snivellus?" Sirius immediately retorted.

"Hahaha—" Harry laughed, then said after a moment, "It's important. Mr. LeMay has a new project at his Alchemy Hut in Hogsmeade that he calls a 'Wizarding World revolution,' and he urgently needs you and Veratia to come over. Veratia has already set off."

"Revolution?" Sirius sat up straight, his eyebrows raised, curiosity replacing his weariness. "That old—"

"Oh, what earth-shattering thing has Mr. LeMay come up with this time? Could it be that he's really pulled off some kind of Midas magic?"

He made a joke, but his eyes sharpened. "It must be related to Muggle, right? I also saw your video, about that unique practical lesson at Hogwarts last night."

"Yes, it's somewhat related to that, but Mr. LeMay's ideas are clearly—well, much grander."

Harry carefully considered his words, and after thinking for a long time, he finally spoke again.

He wanted to combine the principles of Muggle guns with Alchemy and enchanting to create a completely new type of Magitech Gun.

On the screen, Sirius was visibly stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"A gun? Merlin's bitter tea! I knew it, Justin Finch-Fletchley started something good! Using Muggle gadgets to scare those arrogant, rigid old fogies!"

He laughed heartily, but quickly composed himself, touching his chin and adopting a thoughtful expression.

"However, if LeMay personally undertakes the modification? That's a completely different matter. He's not simply enchanting; he's fundamentally creating something new. This could certainly spark some interesting discussions, and a lot of troublesome paperwork."

He glanced at the mountain of documents on the table and made a face.

"But who cares! Listening to Mr. LeMay talk about technology is much more interesting than reviewing these eighth draft revisions of the 'Standardized Sizes for Hogsmeade Shop Signs'! I'm on my way! Perfect for escaping—cough, just getting away from this damn office for a bit. Should I take some men with me? The Head of Department of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? Or those guys in the Department of Mysteries who like to study weird and wonderful things?"

"Mr. LeMay only mentioned you and Veratia," Harry said. "Perhaps he wanted to inform you two Minister first?"

"Wisely. Let the helmsman know where the ship is headed first, then decide how many sailors to take and how many lifebuoys to prepare." Sirius snapped his fingers, and his voice, quickly packing and instructing Gemma, could be heard in the background.

After the communication was cut off, Harry put away his phone and walked back to his workbench.

Mr. LeMay had leisurely refilled his teacup with hot tea. He was squinting, gently fiddling with a complex Runes node on the design sketch with a slender crystal rod, muttering to himself.

"They'll be there soon," Harry added. "Veratia values your research, and the Godfather is thrilled because he can finally escape those damned office papers."

Within twenty minutes, faint sounds of spatial disturbances came from outside the Alchemy Hut.

Veratia arrived first. The first thing she did upon opening the door was to lock her eyes on Harry, then hug him tightly and take a deep breath.

Her pale blonde hair instantly turned into a dazzling sun gold.

Oh, so he just stopped by to replenish his mana because he was short on it.

"Hey you young people, there are still people watching here," Mr. LeMay remarked from the side.

"This is important, Mr. LeMay." Veratia's face remained impassive. "Have you forgotten? I've lost my magic, and only by being near Harry can I replenish it—"

Mr. LeMay sighed.

You're here to replenish your mana, right?!

I knew I shouldn't have given you this mana replenishment system!

Fortunately, he still has Perenelle, who has been with him for hundreds of years, so he doesn't have to suffer from their lovey-dovey relationship.

When it comes to public displays of affection, he and Perenelle are the real deal when it comes to showing off their love.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Veratia, having had her fill of inhaling, smiled and released Harry, giving a graceful ladylike curtsy.

"Long time no see, Mr. LeMay."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Mr. LeMay."

The door opened, and Sirius and Lupin walked in one after the other.

Mr. LeMay didn't even look up; he was still writing and drawing on his Parchment.

"Harry, look who I brought!" Sirius said to Harry with a smile, not caring at all.

"Remus!" Harry stood up with a smile, hugging Sirius and Lupin separately. "I really didn't expect you to be here too!"

.

Sirius said he has a revolutionary project that involves Muggle stuff, and it sounds like I might be able to help.

Lupin smiled gently. He looked much healthier than he had two years ago. Although there were fine lines around his eyes, his calm and wise demeanor remained.

He was dressed in a simple but neat robe, his sharp eyes scanning the room, lingering on Veratia for a moment, before smiling and nodding in greeting, "Miss Grindelwald, it's been a long time."

Veratia nodded in return, her posture elegant.

"It has indeed been a long time, Professor Lupin. How have you been lately?"

"Much better, thanks to Severus's improved Wolfsbane Potion," Lupin joked. "At least now, after the full moon, I won't need to be wrapped up like a mummy in bandages."

"Or go into the Shrieking Shack and leave behind a ghost story," Sirius chuckled as he added.

Lupin shrugged.

"If Severus's Wolfsbane Potion didn't have a stench of excrement, it would be perfect."