Chapter 1220 Deuterium-Tritium Experiment
Shortly after Vincent left, Snape walked into the headmaster's office with an extremely gloomy face.
He glanced at the two teacups on the small table. "Do you have a guest?"
Dumbledore waved his hand gently and replaced the cup with a new one. "He's back, and as troublesome as ever."
Snape's narrow black eyes flickered. "I just came back from his place."
The "he" the two people are talking about is obviously not the same person.
Dumbledore's expression grew serious. "What does he want you to do?"
"Huh..." Snape sneered and walked to the small round table and sat down. "What do you think I can do?"
Now the attention of the entire wizarding world is focused on the newly emerged Dark Lord. Voldemort and the Death Eaters have been quiet for so long, and are finally about to take action.
Dumbledore looked out the window, his azure eyes behind his half-moon glasses seemed to be able to penetrate the thick clouds and reach the sky full of stars that were hidden tightly.
"How is his health?"
Snape's cold eyes held a hint of fear. "It's much better than you think. What exactly is that resurrection ritual?"
Dumbledore groaned, "The bones of a father, the flesh of a servant, the blood of an enemy. This is a very ancient dark magic."
Old Tom's remains symbolize the continuation of bloodline, Peter Pettigrew's voluntary contribution of his hand embodies loyalty and sacrifice, and Harry's blood is the core element of the entire resurrection ceremony.
Snape inexplicably recalled the prophecy from 15 years ago, the damn prophecy that completely changed the trajectory of his destiny.
"Severus?"
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no fear in them. "He wants me to prove my loyalty with actions."
Dumbledore was silent.
"Also, he wants the double snake staff in Wayne's hand. Lucius failed once before, and I don't think he will give up just like that."
Dumbledore stood up suddenly, his face full of surprise, but soon it became a matter of course.
He slowly sat back down, "Thank goodness."
"what?"
"nothing."
With the twin snakes staff and Slytherin's locket, plus the alchemical gadgets that are hard to defend against, Vincent should be safe as long as Voldemort himself doesn't come.
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A week later, Culham Science Centre brought good news.
The enlarged version of the device Vincent needed was finally successfully manufactured. After testing, it could easily withstand 1 megaampere of plasma current, equivalent to 100 million amperes, which is about 15.7 times the peak electricity consumption of London, far exceeding the carrying capacity of a single country's power grid.
And 1 trillion amperes is only the limit of the Culham Science Centre, not the limit of this equipment.
Vincent, who was at Camp Radford, suspended the final MAST-MA assessment.
The sooner the deuterium-tritium experiment is completed, the sooner Muggle governments in various countries will change their attitude towards magic.
At 1pm, Sounds of the Night landed on the rooftop of the Culham Science Centre.
Vincent jumped out of the cockpit excitedly and hurried to the laboratory. William and hundreds of researchers were as excited as he was.
"Mr. Wayne," Raymond stepped forward and handed him a thick document. "After repeated calculations, the success rate of the experiment is less than 50%. If any important link goes wrong..."
A current of 0.05 amps can cause cardiac arrest, and a current of more than 1 megaampere is enough to destroy the entire Culham Science Centre. Not only will the human body be carbonized instantly, but even metals will melt instantly.
Vincent took the information and looked through it carefully.
Graphene was only recently discovered, and various composite materials for protection had not yet been invented.
But this is not a problem. There are many metals with magical properties in the wizarding world. They do not follow the physical rules of the Muggle world. They may not be as good as lead for conducting electricity, but they are perfect for protection.
Vincent snapped his fingers lightly, and the cubes with dazzling golden luster stored in Flamel's ring were neatly placed in front of him.
Raymond and hundreds of researchers stared at his "trick" in amazement.
Each metal cube that appeared was 30cm long, wide and high. There were 50 of them in total, and when placed together they were almost as tall as Vincent.
Raymond opened his mouth in surprise, "Mr. Wayne, what are these?"
"Adamantium, an extremely strong metal."
"Gold?" Raymond shook his head vigorously. "Is it some kind of alloy?"
"No."
Raymond was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue. "The Mohs hardness of gold is stable in the range of 2.5-3, and the higher its purity, the softer it is."
“Indeed.” Vincent reached out and gently stroked the cube in front of him, which was gleaming with dazzling golden light. “But these are made of pure gold. If converted to Mohs’ hardness—”
He paused, "Probably very close to 20, twice as much as diamond."
Not only Raymond, many researchers were so shocked by the hardness of the adamantine that they bit their tongues.
The Mohs hardness scale only ranges from 1 to 10. How can it be as close to 20 as possible? It simply cannot exist!
Faced with their doubts, Vincent did not make any explanation. He waved his hand lightly and used magic to stretch and extend the adamantine cubes one by one, tightly wrapping the circular reactor with a diameter of 15 meters and a height of about 20 meters.
This "trick" stunned everyone, including William, who knew about the existence of magic.
With a "click", something deep in their hearts seemed to be smashed by a huge hammer.
"Pa--" Vincent clapped his hands vigorously, "Let's get ready to start the experiment."
Raymond, awakened from his dream, pinched his thigh hard.
It will hurt, this is the real world.
He stumbled to the workbench and checked the various parts of the reactor.
Following him, hundreds of researchers also checked the instruments and equipment distributed throughout the laboratory.
By the time everything was ready, it was already 3 p.m.
More than ten security doors that were originally closed were all opened, and the current transmission line with a diameter of nearly half a meter extended from the laboratory to the outside of the science center.
"Mr. Wayne, the experiment can begin."
Vincent moved his wrist slightly, left the laboratory and went outside, looking up at the clear sky.
He took a deep breath and took out the caduceus and Slytherin's locket.
The wonderful connection between the two made him feel that he was now omnipotent, as if the whole world could be manipulated by him at will.
But he came to his senses almost instantly, his eyes fixed on the funnel-shaped receiving device connected to the wires, no longer lost in his own constantly amplified power.
“Hmm…” He looked upwards, squinting at the technologically-filled Callum Science Center, then fixed his gaze on the funnel-shaped receiving device he had made.
In comparison, his equipment is even simpler and cruder than that of the Russians, exuding a strong industrial atmosphere from the inside out.
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