Chapter 1151 Dominator

A week later, the Disguiser mask was successfully mass-produced and the Dominator pistol passed the performance test.

Unlike Muggle firearms, the Dominator has a very sci-fi appearance. The pure white gun body flows with a light blue light. It has no magazine or hammer because it is a pistol that can "fire magic."

By gripping the magic runes, the wizard's magic power is converted into pure energy, and different effects are added by carving different rune combinations on the inside of the barrel. Although the magic shot by the ruler is not as powerful as the spell cast by the wand, it has the advantage of not requiring the distraction of chanting spells, allowing the wizard to focus more on the enemy in front of him.

When Vincent showed it to the old men in the hotel, even Victor, who was used to seeing a lot of things, was a little shocked.

Are magic wands going to be obsolete?

"Not so fast." Vincent held the caduceus in his left hand and raised the ruler in his right hand. "The wand can transform the wizard's thoughts into energy and release it. It is like a conductor. The wizard's thoughts are like a power source, and the energy is transmitted through the wand to where the magic is needed."

He placed the Caduceus and the Dominator together. "The Dominator simplifies the process. For ordinary wizards, not having to chant spells is a huge advantage. However, for wizards with high magical powers, its low conversion efficiency becomes a limitation."

He simultaneously swung the caduceus and pulled the trigger, and the wooden floor of the room suddenly erupted in two balls of fire, one large and one small. "There's another fundamental difference between a ruler and a wand: it can only cast spells arranged according to rune combinations, unlike a wand that can cast magic at will."

After the fire disappeared, the wooden floor instantly returned to its original state.

"But..." Vincent put away the twin snake staff and raised the Ruler again, "Considering that we may encounter powerful enemies in the future, the Ruler is also equipped with a second mode."

His thumb lightly touched the magic rune that replaced the hammer, and the gun body of the Ruler split from the middle to both sides, revealing a huge muzzle emitting a faint blue light.

"In Destroy Mode, the Dominator can fire unconverted magical energy. The power and frequency of firing vary from person to person. Have you seen George Lucas' Star Wars? The Dominator's Destroy Mode is similar to a blaster."

The old men stayed in the hotel all day, and when they had nothing to do, they would watch Muggle TV series and movies. Of course, they knew what a blaster was.

Killing the enemy with one shot, and being able to easily penetrate any material, science fiction has really become reality.

Vincent put down the Dominator and handed it to Victor. "You two should familiarize yourself with it first. I've already set up the automatic production line in the workshop. We can produce about three per day."

He glanced at the time displayed on the magic communicator and said, "I'm going on a long trip soon. Don't contact me unless it's something important."

The old men understood immediately that there was only one possibility for going far away at this time, and that was to absorb the branch of the Wu Cui Party.

Vincent did not leave immediately after leaving the hotel, but went to the Castle of Saint-Jean in the town of Molsheim in Alsace.

The relocation of Bugatti's headquarters is nearing completion, and the small building outside the castle has also been renovated. When Vincent came in, he thought he had returned to Wayne's home on Oxford Street in London.

After having dinner with his parents after a long absence, the next morning, Vincent did not choose to Apparate across continents, but chose to fly the Voice of the Night in the form of a fighter plane.

40 minutes later, he arrived at the port of Alexandria in northern Egypt.

As early as two days ago, he contacted the head of the African branch, Amina ibn Hakim, through Victor.

According to the old men, her purpose of joining the Witch Party was very simple. She was deeply attracted by Grindelwald's personal charm. It is not difficult to guess what kind of feelings she has for Grindelwald from the fortress built by the African branch in imitation of Nurmengard.

Vincent drove the Voice of the Night directly into the fog. With his current level of magic, he could successfully find the underground entrance to the black market without a special compass.

Just as Victor had said, a talking bronze scale hung from the entrance arch.

"Those who trade secrets will have their souls weighed..."

Vincent looked up at the bronze scales. "How will you weigh my soul?"

The scales didn't respond. It seemed like it wasn't a magical item like the eagle-shaped door knocker in the Ravenclaw dormitory that had some ability to think.

After passing through the arch, the inverted harbor comes into view.

Vincent took a few steps forward and felt a powerful magical force pulling at his body.

He did not resist the constraints of gravity magic, and his whole body was pulled to the ceiling.

Looking at the shops and stalls around him, he strolled around with interest.

Where there is demand, a market will be formed. The reason why the black market is called a black market is that most of the things sold there are contraband.

For example, black magic props, Muggle electronic products, artworks of unknown origin, magical animals that are explicitly prohibited from hunting, etc.

Vincent stopped in front of a stall displaying various precious antiques. The stall owner was a middle-aged wizard dressed in gold and silver. He looked carefully at Vincent's clothes, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Flamel's ring.

"Young man, do you like this?" The stall owner showed great enthusiasm towards Vincent.

He picked up an exquisitely carved gold cup and introduced it in fluent English: "This is the legendary Hufflepuff's gold cup. I see you are European, so you should know who its maker is, Helga Hufflepuff, right?"

Vincent's mouth twitched violently.

Hufflepuff's gold cup?

Regardless of whether it is real or not, the absence of any evil aura is enough to conclude that it is not a Horcrux.

He looked at the sincere smile on the stall owner's face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that unscrupulous businessmen are everywhere.

"I'm a student at Hogwarts, of course I know Hufflepuff."

The stall owner's smile widened. "We don't cheat anyone. Since you're a Hogwarts student, I'll give you a discount."

He slowly raised three fingers, "3000 gold plus--"

Vincent turned and walked away.

You spend 3000 gold galleons to buy a high-quality imitation, and you don’t even know if it is made of pure gold. Anyone who buys it will be a huge fool.

"Wait a minute—" the stall owner gritted his teeth, pretending to be in pain. "Young man, this is the gold cup of your school's founder. If you take it back, you'll definitely be able to become a model student, right?"

Vincent stopped and looked at him with confusion, "You don't know me?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, squinting his eyes and looking at his face again.

"Huh?" The stall owner stroked his stubble with one hand. "Looks familiar, but I'm sure we haven't met before."

Suddenly he screamed and turned on the magic communicator on his wrist.

He tapped a few times on the projection screen, revealing a wanted poster from the German Ministry of Magic.

"Uh...Mr. Wayne?"

The stall owner's face changed drastically because Vincent, who was standing just now, disappeared mysteriously.

He shuddered violently.

He was a ruthless man wanted by both the British Ministry of Magic and the German Ministry of Magic, yet he dared to treat him as a victim and kill him.

"It's over, it's over. I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow..."

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