Chapter 346: Catch and release, flintlock pistol

Not long after Genes was taken away, Fudge received the news.

The Minister of Magic was startled and immediately led people back to the Ministry of Magic.

He looked at Jeans who was sitting on the chair waiting for interrogation, and despite his embarrassment, he did not forget to glare at Amos Diggory.

Can you have some insight? If you arrest someone badly, why arrest him?

Amos felt guilty by the look in his boss's eyes, but he still had the courage to say: "Minister, he was found at the crime scene. He is very suspicious."

"Shut up, Amos." Fudge said coldly, "There is absolutely no way Mr. Jeans would do such a thing. He has no suspicion. Do you understand?"

"Minister Connelly, since this is a misunderstanding, can I leave?" Genes asked calmly, "My young master is still waiting for me there!"

"Of course, of course."

Amos was still a little unwilling to give in, but the official level was so overwhelming that he could only watch the suspect phantom away.

"Phew!" Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with relief, "It's considered a departure.

sit down! Amos, I know you have a lot of questions and I need to calm down too. "

"Fudge, who is he? Is he worthy of you taking him so seriously?"

"No identity, but you should be glad that he did not hold you accountable, otherwise no one would be able to protect you." Fudge said meaningfully, "When I was an employee of the Ministry of Magic, he was chatting and laughing with the previous minister."

"You mean Minister Millicent Barnold?" A look of shock appeared on Amos's face. This minister served for ten years and was quite popular in the wizarding world until his retirement.

"Yes! Who else could it be besides her?

But it's definitely not just her. The leader of Sir Merlin, the president of the Magic Council, the famous alchemist Nico Flamel, etc., etc., it can be said that the elders of the magic world will give Mr. Jeans a bit of a thumbs-down.

‘They will not interfere in any disputes in the wizarding world, but their contribution is unparalleled, and this contribution began thousands of years ago.’ These were the original words of former Minister Barnold.

But what impressed me most was the tone of reverence in which she said this. Before I took office, she specifically warned me to maintain full respect for those families. "

Hearing this, Amos Diggory's back was soaked with cold sweat, "Minister, do you think I should go and apologize to him?"

"It's not necessary." Fudge waved his hand, "His willingness to cooperate with you shows that he doesn't take this matter to heart. Just pay attention to it in the future."

...

On the other side, Weasley's tent.

Arthur asked his sons to make room for Aaron so that he could have a good rest.

But just as they started to make the bed, a figure suddenly appeared inside the tent.

"Mr. Jeans, did you come back so soon?" Arthur asked in disbelief, "It's only been less than half an hour."

"It's just a simple investigation. It doesn't take much time." Genes explained casually, and then looked at Aaron, "Did you disappoint the young master?"

"From the moment you took the initiative to cooperate, I knew you would come back soon." Aaron shook his head with emotion, "But the speed is more outrageous than I thought."

"Where are Master Lyon and Miss Adrian?"

"Of course he Apparated back." Aaron said.

Genes had no doubts, and simply thanked Arthur Weasley and took Aaron back to their own tent.

The next day, Aaron was awakened by his biological clock.

After breakfast, Jeans put away the tent.

"Master, I suggest you use Phantom to travel back."

"No more door keys?" Aaron raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"The situation has changed. The wizards at the venue have surrounded the portkey keeper, and everyone is eager to leave here.

If you queue up, you probably have to wait until the sun sets. "

"Understood." Aaron said nonchalantly, then picked up Abe and phantomed away.

After returning to the castle, the house elf delivered two copies of today's Daily Prophet to Aaron and Jeans.

"The horrific scenes at the Quidditch World Cup." Aaron looked at the black and white illustration of the Dark Mark on the newspaper and couldn't help curling his lips, "Wizard reporters are really professional enough. Did they conduct the interview overnight?

The newspaper mentioned that the Ministry of Magic had failed in its duties, and that dark wizards were on the loose, bringing shame to the country. Fudge would probably be very angry if he saw it! "

"The article was written by Rita Kister." Jeans said with disdain. "Among all reporters, she has the least professional ethics."

"But what she writes is also the most eye-catching." Aaron put down the newspaper with a smile, "Unless there is bigger news, the Ministry of Magic will probably be very busy next!"

"There will be bigger news." Genes smiled confidently, "It just takes some time."

"Have you received any news?"

"Pretty much! Miss Adrian mentioned it, but she wouldn't let me tell you."

"Jeans." Aaron looked at him with an unhappy face, "Please make it clear, Adrian is at best a distinguished guest, and I am your young master."

"This is also the intention of the master and his wife." Genes added lightly.

Aaron was stunned and said with an awkward smile: "It seems that I am at the bottom of the food chain, but you should stop using them to pressure me."

"My subordinates can only tell you that this is another grand event, and it is related to Hogwarts.

In addition, a little reminder for the young master, the list of items issued by Hogwarts includes a dress robe. "

Hearing this, Aaron frowned slightly, and it sounded like it was related to some kind of formal gathering.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. Genes could handle these trivial matters casually.

...

Aaron began his leisurely vacation life before the start of school. He did not attend cram school anymore. Apart from daily check-ins, he studied the defensive magic taught to him by Wicht.

Alger's forging room is a place he must go to every day, because every time he can see the progress bar of the magic weapon casting moving forward, it is not until the beginning of school that Aaron has the opportunity to see his first magic weapon with his own eyes. Birth.

In the forging room, countless precision parts float in mid-air, each one exuding a dazzling brilliance.

"How's it going?" Alger asked proudly, "I spent more than two months making these parts, and then asked Wicht to enchant them. Each part was engraved with an enchantment circle, and each part was engraved with magic circles. The magic formations all complement each other and can maximize their power."

"What an eye-opener!" Aaron exclaimed, "But they are just parts now."

"It can be assembled now, but I think I should add one last ingredient.

I still need your blood, so that I can be bound to you, and I will only recognize you as my master in the future. "

"no problem."

Aaron decisively took out his wand and passed it across his palm.

Isn't it just bloodletting? I'm very familiar with it.

Dark red blood gushes out from the wound, automatically flying into the air and turning into countless blood streaks.

The blood threads slowly merged into the enchantment array, and the light emitted by the parts also had a hint of bright red.

Alger stretched out his right hand towards the parts, recited a spell, and countless parts began to assemble automatically.

Gradually, a silver-black flintlock pistol more than thirty centimeters long fell in front of Aaron. From the barrel to the grip, it was as smooth as a mirror, with several exquisite golden patterns on each side.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help but swallowed, and nervously held it in his hand.

Not light, not heavy, feels great in the hand.

“I made a big improvement, breech loading, eight rounds capacity.

As for the specific rate of fire and range, try it yourself! "As he spoke, Argo stepped lightly on the ground, and the red lava formed a thick wall.

Aaron nodded, pointed at the wall and pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was a huge roar, and a deep pit the size of a bowl appeared on the wall.

"This..." Aaron frowned. This was much more powerful than an ordinary gun, but it was far from what he expected.

"Try injecting magic power." Alger reminded.

Aaron suddenly realized that he injected his own magic energy into the gun body, and the golden lines on the surface of the flintlock gun quickly lit up.

As the trigger was pulled again, a ball of crimson light shot out from the muzzle, and powerful air waves mixed with countless gravel flew in all directions.

A large hole was blasted out of the wall, and the door to the second secret room could be seen through the hole.

"not bad."

"It seems that he is not very satisfied!" Alger joked, "The power of this gun depends on how much magic power you inject. Just now you didn't even exert one-tenth of its power."

"I can feel this." Aaron looked at the flintlock pistol in his hand, "The amount of magic power it can absorb is limited, right?"

"Nonsense, even a divine weapon has limits, not to mention it's just a magical weapon."

"Ancestor, if the power of this gun is maximized, can it kill a dragon?"

“Unfortunately, it can hurt the dragon and even injure it, but it is far from being able to kill it.

Even injuring a dragon requires a lot of magic power. With your current power as a junior magister, firing ten shots is the limit. "

"It's acceptable. At least I can fight the dragon with it."

"You must not think like that." Alger warned, "The dragon's vitality is not very strong. If you anger it, you may not even have a chance to fire a second shot."

"I know, I'm not stupid." Aaron smiled and shook his head, "Then is there any way to increase the power of this gun?"

"Firearms have reached their limit at this point. If you want to improve them, you can only work on bullets. There is a big gap between ordinary bullets and enchanted bullets."

"I understand, can it kill a dragon if it is paired with enchanted bullets?"

Arge staggered, the corners of his eyes twitching, and he didn't understand why this child had a soft spot for dragons.

“Then it depends on the materials used and the degree of enchantment.

The bullets that can kill dragons, the one-time consumables, are probably not worth less than the gun in your hand. "

Aaron nodded thoughtfully. If the firearm was compared to a wind crossbow, the bullet would need to be black arrow level. The two should be used together to penetrate the dragon armor.