Forget the memory of magic for once in this life, leaving only the "beautiful reality" after completing the transaction.
After casting the Forgetting Charm for the 19th time, Sam put down his wand and lowered his head as if he felt guilty.
"Sam—Sam—" Eric shouted a dozen times.
"Sorry, I was a little distracted."
"them……"
"Don't worry, they'll wake up after a nap."
Eric was completely relieved.
There is only one problem left, the most serious one.
"Dad~"
This shout made him shiver greatly.
"Why are you looking at me? Why don't you go back to school quickly!"
"Today is Sunday." Vincent got into an off-road vehicle and said
"I also have a secret to share."
Eric followed him suspiciously, and not long after the door closed, he heard his unbelievable scream.
"What!?"
Just as he was about to make enough money to buy Bugatti without any fanfare, Vincent also made a huge sum of money without fanfare and directly bought 7 board seats.
"The contract will not officially take effect until I reach adulthood. Not many people know about it."
Eric gave a thumbs up and then patted his son's strong shoulder.
"You've opened a store to sell cards, you've acquired a car factory to build supercars, and now you've become a school director. You're pretty ambitious."
Vincent blinked rather obediently,
"Dad, I am Nico Flamel's apprentice. Isn't it normal to build a car that can run, fly and dive?"
"Can run, fly and dive..." Eric's face darkened instantly,
"Good son, do I still have to buy an aircraft factory and a shipyard?"
"It shouldn't be necessary. Just get a few obsolete ones and that's about it."
A qualified alchemist can achieve this in countless ways, but simply running or flying is soulless.
Those sophisticated and complex mechanical structures, the wonderful designs that make people marvel...
The collision of magic and technology will definitely produce more brilliant sparks.
Eric didn't know why the magic circuit could replace the circuit board, but he believed that his son Vincent could do it.
"Dad, how much does it cost to buy the Bugatti factory?"
"Don't worry about it, kid. I'll go to France when they wake up."
Although the EB110GT launched by Romano Atioli at the helm of Bugatti has strong performance, unfortunately, the current number of orders is very small, and the factory has been in a state of loss.
There are rumors that he is very interested in Lotus, a subsidiary of General Motors, and he may just need to offer a suitable price.
dream?
The more money you have, the more dreams you have.
Vincent looked carefully at Eric's outfit.
Standard desert combat configuration, coupled with a machine gun and RPG...
I hope this Italian entrepreneur will not be ignorant of praise.
When Eric opened the door and got out of the car, he always felt that there was something wrong with the way he looked over.
If you ask, don't tell. If you ask again, you will change the subject.
"Forget it, hurry up and deal with the mummies here and at home. If you can't handle it, I still have a lot of big ones left."
Vincent carefully opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle, took one look at it and then closed it instantly.
"No, of course wizard matters must be resolved using wizard methods."
He ran to Sam's side as if running away, "Let's go back."
After the ear-piercing sonic boom, the two people and a "mummy" disappeared into the black and white vortex.
…
…
Wayne's house.
Dark Night Stalker - Shay Patel has a new partner.
They were also tied up as mummies, and they also shed tears without seeing the coffin.
Vincent sat between them, slowly inserting orichalcum bullets into the magazine of the gun blade.
"I know you were paid to do things, and you messed up the matter."
"Hey -" the new guest said with disdain, "Wayne, I shouldn't underestimate your Muggle father."
Opposite him, Patel's eyelids were twitching wildly.
"Click——" The magazine is buckled.
"Do you know," Vincent turned the gun blade in his hand and seemed to be saying to himself:
"The hardest bone in the human body is the skull, followed by the ilium.
Ordinary bullets can penetrate the skull, and if you are lucky, they may not touch the brain."
He raised the gun blade, "The penetrating power of the orichalcum bullet is enough to pass through the Typhoon in a straight line and make a hole in Fulakan's transparent outer shell."
New customers who haven't recovered from their injuries always feel a dull pain between their brows.
I'm afraid I didn't hit my forehead.
"I can't use the wand, but I can use it."
The point between the eyebrows where the gun was pointed seemed to hurt even more.
"I'm only asking once." Vincent put his index finger on the trigger, "What's your name?"
"Nightmare Killer."
Patel took a sharp breath.
"哐——" The gun blade hit his forehead hard.
Vincent turned the blade upward, "Do you want to try the sharpness of mithril?"
"Widrig! Widrig Lake!"
Lake gave up.
The psychological pressure is increasing little by little, and emotions such as nervousness and anxiety are affecting judgment.
The 12-year-old kid in front of me might actually be able to shoot.
Sam, who was sitting on the sofa far away, learned again.
He looked at Evelin who was sitting on the other side reading a book quietly, and he was suddenly afraid of Muggle psychology.
Just Freud's psychoanalysis, the remaining 6 schools will only be more terrifying.
"Auntie, did you teach Vincent these things?"
Evelin calmly turned to the next page, "No, he said it was taught by his teacher."
The little monsters taught by an old monster who has lived for more than six hundred years are indeed perverted.
The new customer, Lake, has hired all the jobs he has done before. I am afraid he will never forget what happened today.
"Mr. Lake, thank you very much for your cooperation." Vincent pointed the gun blade towards the opposite side.
"I have one last question.
do you know him?"
With his heart beating fast, Patel shook his head slightly.
"know."
Finished.
"I don't know him!" He struggled to get up excitedly.
But no matter how hard I tried, the white cloth strips on my body never showed any signs of loosening.
Lake explained hurriedly as if he suddenly realized something,
"I know the Night Devil because before accepting this commission, the owner of the Half Girl Bar was looking around for information about him."
"Half girl?"
"A bar in Knockturn Alley, mainly for wizards like us to exchange information, and..."
"what else?"
Even though he was not pointed at by a gun blade, Lake still felt that the knock on his head started to hurt again.
"There are some extremely rare items for sale, the most popular of which are those Muggles with outstanding looks."
Vincent's index finger subconsciously exerted force.
The soul of Patel who was pointed at was about to float out.
Just a little bit, just a little bit worse.
"Damn!" Sam stood up and pinched Lake's neck, "Do you know this is a serious violation of the "Secrecy Act!"
"No—we—didn't—"
Evelyn closed the book.
Where there is light, there is darkness.
She knew very well what would happen to the boys and girls who were treated as commodities by wizards.
The best ending is death, but in the world of magic, death is just a luxury.