The Stunning Spell was powerful. These Death Eaters were as stiff as the rotten timber piled up in Knockturn Alley.
Sirius crouched beside a burly captive. Since the Polyjuice Potion had yet to wear off, he could not tell who it was, but he had no intention of letting the man return to normal right away.
He picked up a Charms Rifle beside the man.
"Looks like a broom handle a troll chewed on."
He curled his lip in disgust. After all, products from the Marauders Power Company had to look good as well as work.
"This is the standard-issue weapon Voldemort got his men? Did he raid the worst scrapyard in Knockturn Alley, then have a bunch of house-elves piece it together with their toes?"
Bill picked up a Charms Rifle and handled it for a moment, then took out a Magic Radar Douglas had given him specifically for archaeology. Its probe swept over the gun's exterior, displaying its entire mechanical structure and magical rune structure on the radar screen.
"No, Big Dog, this thing is a lot more complicated than scrap."
"Look here. A typical Muggle metal rail design, but these idiots didn't know how to handle recoil, so they forcibly enchanted three Ancient Rune slots right beside the rail."
As the radar analyzed it, it revealed a spot glowing faintly red at the bottom of the chamber.
Bill explained.
"A Dark Magic Energy Storage Crystal Chip. This structure was probably copied from Golden Skynet. The overall thinking is right, but the workmanship is a little crude."
Sirius snorted.
"A bunch of idiots with nothing in their heads but pure-blood superiority, forced to learn about friction and electromagnetic induction. What sort of precision instrument do you expect them to build?"
"I bet this lousy gun has at least