Chapter 1230 "Physical-Magic" Composite Armor

Callum Science Centre

The researchers were focused on their work and were unaware of what had happened outside during the day, let alone that the surrounding area had been completely sealed off by the local government.

Midnight,

Outside the blockade line,

The last MAST-MA soldier who had been unconscious finally woke up.

He was the most severely affected by the Unforgivable Curse, his physical functions declined sharply, and he looked as if he had aged more than ten years.

"Awake?" Vincent, sitting by the bed, handed him a bowl of freshly brewed potion. "Drink it while it's hot; it will help you recover faster."

The soldier gazed at the shimmering silver potion before him, picked it up, and drank it down in one gulp.

The scorching heat, like the sun, began to dispel the lingering evil aura within him, and he stared in shock at his body, which was constantly emitting black smoke.

Vincent, who was by the bedside, snapped his fingers lightly, gathering all the black smoke together.

The effects of the medicine come on quickly, but also go away quickly.

Within minutes, the evil aura within the soldier's body was expelled, forming a huge black sphere.

Vincent clenched his fist, and cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the sphere, as if it were being squeezed by a powerful force until it became a small black dot.

He opened his hand, and a flame, as hot as magma, ignited at his fingertips, its edges glowing with a dark orange light.

"Sizzle—" The little black dot made a piercing sound as soon as it touched the flame, as if it was screaming in resentment.

After an even more piercing scream, the small black dot formed by the evil aura was completely burned away.

The flames died down, and Vincent rubbed his tired eyes. "Get some rest. If you feel unwell, come to me immediately. My room is downstairs."

Unlike Dumbledore, who could crush the lingering evil aura in his body with sheer numerical power, using Fiendfire to burn it was the best method he could think of.

Including Hunter, a total of 51 people, after working hard all day, can finally get some rest.

At dawn, before daybreak, the soldiers of MAST-MA began their training.

Several soldiers who were severely affected worked the hardest, increasing their training volume instead of decreasing it.

When Vincent woke up, they were still in hand-to-hand combat training.

After yesterday's battle, the soldiers witnessed the fighting between wizards and realized their own insignificance.

With a mere gesture, he can alter the terrain; with a single spell, he can destroy an entire camp; even without his wand, he can still attack with his own blood.

Vincent looked out the window at the soldiers.

The building was rented by Hunter and is located not far from the Callum Science Center. Its relatively remote location makes it ideal as a temporary base.

After washing up, Vincent looked down at the healed wound on his chest.

With a single strike, they unleash a killing curse that kills instantly; even when severely wounded, they can launch a silent, curseless attack. These Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban are clearly aiming for mutual destruction.

Compared to Lucius, purebred men are much more endearing.

The soldiers were training extra hard, and Vincent wasn't idle either.

He went to Callum Science Center and went straight to the laboratory to find William.

The Killing Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and Imperius Curse are the three most unforgivable curses, all of which target a single individual and have no tracking effect. If you dodge in time or use obstacles to block them, their deterrent power is not even as great as a regular Leg Locking Curse.

Vincent sought out William for a simple reason: he wanted to test whether graphene, a new material at the atomic level, could be used for magical defense.

First, there is the intense heat over a large area, which can burn a single layer of graphene almost instantly, while multiple layers stacked together can last for a period of time.

Next are the spells targeting individual targets. The Disarming Spell and the Stunning Spell can actually penetrate a single layer of graphene, while the Shattering Spell, which has dark magic properties, cannot penetrate it directly but instead pulverizes the entire graphene material.

After repeated experiments, Vincent attributed this strange behavior to the fact that some types of magic require judging the caster's intentions, such as black magic, which requires judging whether to cause harm, pain, or control to the target.

The more powerful the black magic, the stronger the caster's intention; therefore, it cannot penetrate directly like ordinary spells with vague intentions.

Finally, there are the three unforgivable curses.

Vincent raised his twin serpent staff, chanting the incantation with intense killing intent: "Avada Kedavra—"

A dazzling green light, accompanied by a subtle noise, emerged from the twin serpent staff and shot towards the multi-layered graphene material. Its appearance seemed to suck the air out of the entire laboratory, and the researchers all held their breath for that instant.

After the light faded, the graphene material remained intact; the Killing Curse, like any ordinary spell with a vague intent, passed right through it.

Vincent frowned deeply.

He originally thought that the physical properties of graphene at the atomic level would be enough to deceive the killing curse's judgment, causing the curse to identify the atomically thick graphene as an independent target. When the killing curse hit it, it would only destroy the single layer of graphene, and the instant death effect would be consumed or terminated. Unexpectedly, it failed.

But he was not discouraged; instead, he had an even bolder idea.

Using multilayer graphene as a substrate, taking advantage of its extremely high physical strength and toughness, a physical protective spell or similar defensive magic is constantly applied to this graphene material. Finally, magic such as Niven, which can actively interfere with, deflect, and consume spells, is inscribed on it.

Through a layered design, multiple layers of graphene and magical protective materials are arranged in an alternating pattern to form a "physical-magical" composite armor.

As the spell penetrates, it must simultaneously contend with the strength of the physical material and the counteracting effect of magical protection, and its power will be weakened layer by layer.

Simply put, it's about "enchanting" each layer of graphene.

This is a huge project, but fortunately the Callum Science Center is well-equipped, so there is no need to return to the alchemy workshop beneath the Paris Presbyterian headquarters.

After five whole days, Vincent finally succeeded in creating a piece of "physical-magical" composite armor the size of a fingernail.

The dazzling green light unique to the Killing Curse shone again, and the researchers, though they didn't know what they were experimenting with, all curiously gathered around.

As expected, the Killing Curse did not penetrate directly this time, but was weakened layer by layer before finally leaving corrosion marks on the surface of the composite armor the size of a fingernail.

"We did it!" Vincent excitedly hugged William tightly.

Graphene truly possesses limitless potential; it is yet another miracle born from the combination of science and magic.

The researchers burst into enthusiastic applause; they finally understood.

What a great invention it is to have armor that can effectively defend against magic!

After calming down, Vincent began to consider the possibility of mass production.

Based on the cost, he spent approximately 1000 pounds, or 200 Galleons, to manufacture this fingernail-sized piece of composite armor.

If it were the size of a regular garment, the manufacturing cost would reach a staggering 200 million Galleons, almost equivalent to a top-tier magical item.

Although mass production will significantly reduce costs, the minimum is expected to be no less than 20 Galleons.

Vincent sighed softly, thinking that even the wealthy Black family would likely find it difficult to arm a force of 50 men.

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