Eric, who was born in the special forces, has a strong execution ability, and so does Vincent under his influence.
The ultra-powerful second form was finally determined to be the latest P90 submachine gun launched by the Belgian company Herstal.
It adopts a bullpup structure, the feeding position is behind the grip, and its shape is like an alien weapon.
Although it looks fancy on the outside, its power is anything but subtle.
The rate of fire is 1,000 rounds per minute and 16 bullets can be fired in one second.
In order to complete it, Vincent scrapped two P90s that Eric obtained from special channels.
In order to circumvent the law on the misuse of Muggle items, the rounded shape has been modified to be tougher.
After he restored the third floor to the same condition as a week ago, he picked up the magazine and began to wait patiently.
If the Seamless Stretch Spell is applied, there will be no capacity limit theoretically.
A full half a day passed, and the Ministry of Magic did not send a warning letter.
This is the card!
As soon as Vincent raised his wand to cast the Seamless Stretching Charm on the magazine, the doorbell rang from downstairs.
He walked down the stairs with an innocent face and saw his parents greeting Dumbledore who was smiling.
"Is it really a phoenix?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wayne."
Vincent's face was stiff, "Professor, are you here to send me a warning letter?"
"Oh, yes."
The bad old man is very bad.
It's a pity that the Waynes owned a gun shop, so this little threat didn't have the desired effect at all.
"Okay, I was actually joking." Dumbledore withdrew his appraising gaze.
The couple are both people who have seen strong winds and waves, and their son has inherited this very well.
Vincent rolled his eyes at him, "Professor, do I have to go to the funeral with you?"
"Yes, Nico and Perenal 'died' the day before yesterday."
Eric and Yin Fulin were both unmoved, as if they already knew the inside story.
Dumbledore nodded slightly.
Being able to share this secret shows that there is no problem in family relations.
"By the way, there is also the award ceremony next week."
He looked at the slightly excited Waynes again and said, "Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne, you are all one of the witnesses invited this time."
A pure white invitation letter with gold text is placed on the coffee table.
The moment Yin Fulin touched it with her fingertips, it suddenly turned into two badges with a white background and red edges, in the shape of two stacked letters "W".
"Next week -" she looked at Eric next to her, "honey, it seems we are going to go to Hawaii for vacation a few days later."
A flash of light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "The location is at a venue in London, not too far from here."
The Waynes both held the badges and marveled.
It's obviously made of metal, but it doesn't feel cold at all.
"Mr. Dumbledore, are there any dress requirements?"
"As long as it's appropriate and comfortable." Dumbledore pretended not to notice the little look Vincent looked over at him.
"I personally recommend taking it seriously. After all, this is an occasion where wizards from all over the world are participating."
Both the Waynes knew what he meant.
Such an important occasion will definitely make international front-page news.
The award ceremony does not happen every year, let alone this year there are seven recipients.
In the eye contact between Eric and Yin Fulin, Vincent could only pray that the dress would not be too showy.
"Professor, when do we set off?"
"Now."
Dumbledore stood up regretfully and politely said goodbye to the Waynes.
Wrapped in red flames, he appeared on a coast with Vincent.
There is a coastline that winds for nearly a hundred miles, which is a spectacular natural scene.
"Professor, is this the Jurassic Coast of East Devon?"
"Yes." Dumbledore led him to the bottom of an arched cliff.
The Jurassic Coast consists of cliffs from the Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous periods, spanning the Mesozoic era and recording 180 million years of geographical history.
The year 667 was not even a fraction of the time here, so it was quite suitable as a funeral location.
"Professor, who will be here?"
"Some of Nico's friends, and some members of the International Federation of Wizards."
When it comes to acting and performing a complete set, the more distinguished the witnesses are, the better.
There was a stone platform on the sea surface under the arched cliff. When they walked over, steps appeared automatically.
There is already a person standing on the platform.
He had short silver-white hair, wore a dark green woolen windbreaker, and carried an old-fashioned brown leather suitcase in his hand.
Vincent only saw the back, but he guessed who it was.
"I thought we would be the first to arrive." Dumbledore stopped beside him.
"I arrived early." He turned his head with complicated eyes, "Is this Mr. Wayne?"
"Hello, Mr. Scamander." Vincent stretched out his hand politely, "I have always looked forward to the day when I can meet you."
Newt held his right hand tightly, "Rolf often talks about you. He says you are the best person he has ever met."
"He didn't say anything bad, did he?"
"No, they are all good things."
Vincent let go of his hand, "I feel relieved now."
"Newt, haven't they arrived yet?"
"Tina said she would be there with Queenie and the others." Newt's face became very ugly.
Dumbledore's smile was a bit flattering, "Is it because of what happened last time?"
"it was all your fault!"
Newt's tone was slightly resentful, "She has been ignoring me for two whole weeks."
"I showed up just in time."
"There is also the matter of teaching at Hogwarts."
"You can refuse."
He bent down towards Vincent and said, "Kid, you must not believe a word he says.
Because you never know what he wants you to do, and you can’t predict what the consequences will be.”
"Feel the same."
Seeing the two united front, Dumbledore couldn't help but reach out and wipe the corners of his eyes, "Oh - you have hurt an old man's fragile heart."
"Don't pity him."
"I know what 'you bring it upon yourself' means, Mr. Scamander."
The two people, who had met so late, high-fived each other, making Dumbledore feel helpless and depressed.
Wasn't it just that he was almost drowned by the Kraken? If he wanted to find it, he should settle the score with the cerebral palsy official who angered it.
"Vincent, I think you should have guessed that a big event happened recently."
"No, I don't want to know." Vincent shook his little head, not wanting to know at all.
Judging from Uncle Newt's unconcealable resentment, the whole thing might be quite bizarre and tortuous.
"More than a month ago——"
"I won't listen, I won't listen -" He covered his ears with both hands and shook his little head faster.
Dumbledore seemed to have some thoughts about the Wayne family going to Hawaii for vacation just now, and now that he has taken the initiative to speak out about it, it is 100% certain that he has another purpose.
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