Chapter 1162: European Headquarters of the Order Society

Hermione's drawing documents are very detailed, including cutting, silhouette, structure, fabric and material.

Vincent only needs to set the parameters and this sleeveless hooded cloak can start mass production.

The three-piece set of general equipment for the Order Society, namely the White Pretender Mask, the White Defender Cape, and the White Dominator Pistol, is finally complete.

But this is just the beginning. The underground workshop at the headquarters still needs to be expanded and renovated before it can officially go into production.

Vincent and Hermione chatted until almost noon. The black market in Alexandria, the New Gate Monastery in Jerusalem, the tea house in Longzhai City, and the branches of the Witch Party really made them curious.

The situation in the British wizarding world is not optimistic. The Ministry of Magic is indeed going to formulate a targeted education order. Although the specific content is still under discussion, Fudge's ambition to gradually take over the control of Hogwarts through legislative means is already obvious.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters remained silent. After all, Dumbledore was only under house arrest, and unlike Vincent, he had not completely broken off relations with the Ministry of Magic. They certainly would not act rashly.

However, with the promulgation of the Future Education Order, a conflict between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic is inevitable, and Voldemort may be waiting for this opportunity.

Hermione tried her best to hide the disappointment on her face, "It's noon, let's talk next time."

"Okay, let's talk next time." Vincent clenched his fists after hanging up the phone.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters were in hiding, but they would eventually harm Muggles.

As the number of vicious incidents increases, the attitude of the British Ministry of Magic may change, but the Muggle government will definitely deepen its resentment towards wizards.

If you can't even handle your own internal affairs, why should others trust you?

Hunter's force must be established as soon as possible. MAST-MA is the only force for Muggles to fight against the Death Eaters. It will be too late when casualties occur.

For several days, Vincent stayed in the old book gallery at 14 Saint-Jacques Street, the European headquarters of the Society of Prefacers.

While developing Muggle-specific equipment, he also built a batch of puppets to expand the underground alchemy workshop.

The old men came to help out when they had nothing to do. The surface buildings of the headquarters had not changed much, but the interior had been completely renewed.

The metal walls were filled with a large number of pipes with flowing rainbow light, connecting to alchemical equipment of unknown functions.

Beneath the translucent floor were thin pipes, flowing with liquid mithril as thick as blood.

Although it is not yet completed, it is already full of magical punk elements.

After a few more days, the pipes in the metal walls were covered layer by layer, and the flowing rainbow light could only be vaguely seen through tiny gaps.

The translucent floor remained unchanged, except that the sticky mithril had solidified and was densely engraved with countless magical runes.

The old men were all outside, while Vincent was sitting on the sofa facing the dilapidated wooden door, operating a huge projection screen. Pandora, a gunmetal briefcase, was placed on the other side of the sofa.

As he operated, the faintly visible flowing rainbow light on the metal wall suddenly became dazzling, and the entire surface of the building was wrapped in a translucent barrier.

The old men were probably used to it and didn't look overly surprised.

Helmut, who was at the front, used a magic communicator to broadcast the entire process of barrier formation live to Vincent inside.

The startup time is a bit long, but for a large magical protective barrier, this speed is actually fast.

"Okay, now everyone please use Dominators to shoot at the same location at the same time."

This request made Helmut frown.

The power of the Dominant's non-lethal attacks is equivalent to the stun spell of an ordinary wizard. Can the magic barrier created by alchemy really withstand both of them?

The older men were also generally skeptical.

Helmut took a deep breath and, like everyone else, pulled out the Dominator pistol from the pocket on the inside of his suit that had been cast with a traceless stretching spell.

The flowing blue light suddenly became dazzling, and almost at the same time, 41 blue rays of light hit the magic barrier of the dilapidated wooden door.

If there was a wizard present, his eyes would surely be wide with surprise.

Because the place where the barrier was hit emitted a rainbow light, the light blue rays were swallowed up by the rainbow light in the blink of an eye, as if they were absorbed.

"Go ahead, activate destruction mode."

The old men hesitated for a moment, and then the 41 huge blue gun muzzles were once again aimed at the magic barrier of the dilapidated wooden door.

A dazzling blue light flashed by, and the barrier seemed to melt, leaving a big hole, and the wooden door was instantly broken into dust.

But soon, the big hole in the barrier was restored.

Vincent on the sofa put away Pandora and stared at the changes in data on the projection screen.

The Dominator's destruction mode can emit converted pure magical energy. This energy varies from person to person and is roughly equivalent to an undampened blasting spell. It has extremely destructive power to any substance, but can be reversely absorbed by Pandora's shield form.

Although they were unable to withstand the old man's attack this time, the possibility of being attacked by dozens of blasting spells at the same time is very low, and the strength of the headquarters' magic barrier is actually up to standard.

"Testing over."

When the old men came in, they found that Vincent's face was not very good, and he seemed dissatisfied with the result.

Helmut stepped forward, "My Lord, is there a problem?"

"The intensity is lower than I expected." Vincent looked up at him. "Mr. Schmidt, I've told you many times that I don't intend to adopt Grindelwald's religious belief and worship. You should change your name."

Vincent's mental age is very old, but he is still far inferior to the old men in both his lives. Being called that by them will shorten his lifespan.

"This..." The old men suddenly felt embarrassed.

From their perspective, Vincent risked his life to get them out of Extag, so it was not excessive to call him "My Lord".

Helmut asked tentatively, "Master?"

Vincent's mouth twitched violently.

He is the young master, so his old father Eric becomes the master.

"Just call me sir." Vincent lowered his head and continued to check the data on the projection screen.

Helmut shrugged at everyone, "Okay, Mr. Wayne, I think the magic barrier you created is strong enough. What are you worried about?"

Anyone who knows Vincent knows that he always plans ahead and prioritizes the worst-case scenario in everything he does.

The old men didn't have much contact with him, but they knew from Victor that he was a very cautious person. In Victor's words, he "never acted without being fully prepared."

Vincent turned off the projection screen and patiently explained the situation to the elderly men. "The Order will have to face all wizards in the future. They will regard us as aliens, traitors, and enemies. Therefore, we must be prepared to become enemies of the entire magical community."

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