Chapter 228 Super Powerful Upgrade Plan
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In the eyes of the Wayne couple, Vincent's report card with all "0"s could not be worse.
"It's an 'O', round!"
Evelyn turned the report card over and over again, "It seems to be true."
Outstanding is O, excellent;
ExceedsExpectations is E, exceeding expectations;
Acceptable is A, pass;
Poor is P, failing;
Dreadful is D, it sucks;
Troll is T, troll.
"Can't you wizards be normal?" Eric restarted the car.
Vincent collected the report card, "Wizards are abnormal, and it is difficult to understand with normal thinking."
"That's true." Evelyn hugged Gu Gu, who had gained at least three laps of weight, "Little guy, you've had a good year."
"It is now the most honorable owl in Hogwarts, the kind with countless little brothers."
Eric sped up the accelerator slightly, "How about you, didn't you transfer the kid whose surname is 'evil' or 'deformed'?"
"It's Malfoy, not French or abbreviated pronunciation."
"malfoi" and "malformation" respectively represent evil and deformity.
The surname Malfoy really cannot be understood according to normal logic.
Eric eased off the accelerator a little, "Listen to you changing the subject like this, this deformed evil boy should be punished quite badly."
"Pfft—" Evelyn was amused.
Dumbledore - Dumbledore - bumblebee - Bumblebee.
This surname, which gradually evolved from the eighteenth century, actually has a hidden meaning of being stupid and lazy.
Wizards are indeed special enough.
After such a comparison, Wayne, a surname that refers to wagons in Old English, can't even stir up waves.
"That's what he deserves!"
Evelyn covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "I see, you are the killer of evil."
Vincent tilted his head, "No, no, I'm a supernova in the magic world now."
Eric drove the car into Oxford Street, "Hey, why don't you just get a Merlin Second Class Medal, I almost got the Victoria Cross before I retired."
"At least I have a medal."
"You—I have to take a good look at you after getting off the car to see if you are lazy!"
"I have augmentation potions, so don't try to bully me like you did when you were a child."
"Okay, remember not to run." Eric parked the car in front of Building 139.
Vincent opened the rear door and slipped into the house like the wind.
You can hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day.
After a green and healthy dinner, the time has come.
Even with the boost from the potion, he could beat all of Hogwarts in a fight but still lose to Eric.
The consciousness honed on the battlefield and the rich battle experience of more than [-] years cannot be compensated by stacking attributes.
Vincent lay on the lawn in the backyard, "Dad, how bad would you be if you drank these things?"
Eric thought for a moment, "It should be comparable to Captain John McAleese, the captain of the blue team who just entered the SAS period and just retired this year."
"The legendary soldier who broadcast live anti-terrorism on TV and served as the bodyguard of three prime ministers?"
"Yeah, he returned to SAS as a special consultant two days after he retired."
In other words, there was roughly an entire Eric difference between Vincent and the real boss.
"Dad, I'll show you something nice—"
He ran to his room on the third floor and came down with a mithril suitcase.
Eric froze his face the moment he saw the super power.
According to his experience, the gun blade is not suitable for the battlefield, and it is barely enough for medium and short-range encounters.
"Dad, I'm a wizard and can do magic." Vincent took out a document.
Inside were five pages of paper that felt nice to the touch.
The first page is some basic data of the gun blade, and the second and third pages are related regulations and restrictions.
From the fourth page onwards is the evaluation of it.
"Vincent Wayne can legally use this alchemical item after a joint study by the Department for the Misuse of Magic and the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts—"
Eric handed the paper to the curious Evelyn, "Honestly, how did you know Nicole Flamel?"
Vincent outlined what happened in the next school year.
Evelyn stuffed the paper back into the file bag, "No wonder people have witnessed him taking his wife to the concert in recent decades. It turns out that the legend of the Philosopher's Stone is true."
"I even touched it."
"How does it feel?"
"Something like the one on Portobello Road."
Both she and Eric felt sorry for it.
Nicole personally destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone, making it truly an item that only existed in legends.
But it's a pity that it's a pity, and they don't think there is anything wrong with this approach.
Things belong to others, and what they think is their business.
On the contrary, it is the act of robbing and stealing secretly that is the most unpopular.
Eric said with contempt on his face: "If it were me, I would directly squeeze out those pure-blood families. This person is simply more deadly than Card Dazuo."
The upper class is called persecution against the lower class, and the lower class is called resistance to the upper class.
"Agreed." Vincent nodded silently.
Evelyn came up to him suddenly.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"The magic world is too dangerous, and now I regret not bringing back the thing that broke the bone."
Eric also regretted it at the beginning, "It's less than 40 pounds, so it's a free gift."
Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly, "Don't do it, my super powerful weapon was approved because it is an alchemy item."
"Buy it and disassemble it, and then use alchemy to rebuild it?"
Punishment, of course.
The Weasley family has a flying car. Although all the procedures are complete, it still violates the secrecy law in principle.
Even if it is 100% guaranteed that it will not be discovered by Muggles, this kind of flying vehicle is in a gray area.
Thanks to Chao Dawei, the application was submitted during the previous crackdown period, otherwise there would be no way to get the documents in a short time.
"Well, it's really confidential." Eric dismissed the idea of going back to find a buyer, "Those UFOs are all the masterpieces of wizards, right?"
"Probably." Vincent took out a big wooden box from the suitcase, "Dad, I don't need this for now."
"You keep it first, you will use it someday."
The Vickers machine gun is much more complicated than the Browning. If it wants to be the second form of super power, it must first solve the problem of size.
"You can store so many things in this suitcase, can't you add this function?"
Evelyn's brain hole surprised Vincent.
When changing the form, take out the mithril stored in the space of the traceless stretching spell.
In this way, size is no longer an issue.
As long as there is enough Mithril, the Saitiao aircraft carrier can go in.
Application?
Shit!
Nico can have a bunch of puppets, how can his little apprentice have no cards.
……
……
"It's an 'O', round!"
Evelyn turned the report card over and over again, "It seems to be true."
Outstanding is O, excellent;
ExceedsExpectations is E, exceeding expectations;
Acceptable is A, pass;
Poor is P, failing;
Dreadful is D, it sucks;
Troll is T, troll.
"Can't you wizards be normal?" Eric restarted the car.
Vincent collected the report card, "Wizards are abnormal, and it is difficult to understand with normal thinking."
"That's true." Evelyn hugged Gu Gu, who had gained at least three laps of weight, "Little guy, you've had a good year."
"It is now the most honorable owl in Hogwarts, the kind with countless little brothers."
Eric sped up the accelerator slightly, "How about you, didn't you transfer the kid whose surname is 'evil' or 'deformed'?"
"It's Malfoy, not French or abbreviated pronunciation."
"malfoi" and "malformation" respectively represent evil and deformity.
The surname Malfoy really cannot be understood according to normal logic.
Eric eased off the accelerator a little, "Listen to you changing the subject like this, this deformed evil boy should be punished quite badly."
"Pfft—" Evelyn was amused.
Dumbledore - Dumbledore - bumblebee - Bumblebee.
This surname, which gradually evolved from the eighteenth century, actually has a hidden meaning of being stupid and lazy.
Wizards are indeed special enough.
After such a comparison, Wayne, a surname that refers to wagons in Old English, can't even stir up waves.
"That's what he deserves!"
Evelyn covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "I see, you are the killer of evil."
Vincent tilted his head, "No, no, I'm a supernova in the magic world now."
Eric drove the car into Oxford Street, "Hey, why don't you just get a Merlin Second Class Medal, I almost got the Victoria Cross before I retired."
"At least I have a medal."
"You—I have to take a good look at you after getting off the car to see if you are lazy!"
"I have augmentation potions, so don't try to bully me like you did when you were a child."
"Okay, remember not to run." Eric parked the car in front of Building 139.
Vincent opened the rear door and slipped into the house like the wind.
You can hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day.
After a green and healthy dinner, the time has come.
Even with the boost from the potion, he could beat all of Hogwarts in a fight but still lose to Eric.
The consciousness honed on the battlefield and the rich battle experience of more than [-] years cannot be compensated by stacking attributes.
Vincent lay on the lawn in the backyard, "Dad, how bad would you be if you drank these things?"
Eric thought for a moment, "It should be comparable to Captain John McAleese, the captain of the blue team who just entered the SAS period and just retired this year."
"The legendary soldier who broadcast live anti-terrorism on TV and served as the bodyguard of three prime ministers?"
"Yeah, he returned to SAS as a special consultant two days after he retired."
In other words, there was roughly an entire Eric difference between Vincent and the real boss.
"Dad, I'll show you something nice—"
He ran to his room on the third floor and came down with a mithril suitcase.
Eric froze his face the moment he saw the super power.
According to his experience, the gun blade is not suitable for the battlefield, and it is barely enough for medium and short-range encounters.
"Dad, I'm a wizard and can do magic." Vincent took out a document.
Inside were five pages of paper that felt nice to the touch.
The first page is some basic data of the gun blade, and the second and third pages are related regulations and restrictions.
From the fourth page onwards is the evaluation of it.
"Vincent Wayne can legally use this alchemical item after a joint study by the Department for the Misuse of Magic and the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts—"
Eric handed the paper to the curious Evelyn, "Honestly, how did you know Nicole Flamel?"
Vincent outlined what happened in the next school year.
Evelyn stuffed the paper back into the file bag, "No wonder people have witnessed him taking his wife to the concert in recent decades. It turns out that the legend of the Philosopher's Stone is true."
"I even touched it."
"How does it feel?"
"Something like the one on Portobello Road."
Both she and Eric felt sorry for it.
Nicole personally destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone, making it truly an item that only existed in legends.
But it's a pity that it's a pity, and they don't think there is anything wrong with this approach.
Things belong to others, and what they think is their business.
On the contrary, it is the act of robbing and stealing secretly that is the most unpopular.
Eric said with contempt on his face: "If it were me, I would directly squeeze out those pure-blood families. This person is simply more deadly than Card Dazuo."
The upper class is called persecution against the lower class, and the lower class is called resistance to the upper class.
"Agreed." Vincent nodded silently.
Evelyn came up to him suddenly.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"The magic world is too dangerous, and now I regret not bringing back the thing that broke the bone."
Eric also regretted it at the beginning, "It's less than 40 pounds, so it's a free gift."
Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly, "Don't do it, my super powerful weapon was approved because it is an alchemy item."
"Buy it and disassemble it, and then use alchemy to rebuild it?"
Punishment, of course.
The Weasley family has a flying car. Although all the procedures are complete, it still violates the secrecy law in principle.
Even if it is 100% guaranteed that it will not be discovered by Muggles, this kind of flying vehicle is in a gray area.
Thanks to Chao Dawei, the application was submitted during the previous crackdown period, otherwise there would be no way to get the documents in a short time.
"Well, it's really confidential." Eric dismissed the idea of going back to find a buyer, "Those UFOs are all the masterpieces of wizards, right?"
"Probably." Vincent took out a big wooden box from the suitcase, "Dad, I don't need this for now."
"You keep it first, you will use it someday."
The Vickers machine gun is much more complicated than the Browning. If it wants to be the second form of super power, it must first solve the problem of size.
"You can store so many things in this suitcase, can't you add this function?"
Evelyn's brain hole surprised Vincent.
When changing the form, take out the mithril stored in the space of the traceless stretching spell.
In this way, size is no longer an issue.
As long as there is enough Mithril, the Saitiao aircraft carrier can go in.
Application?
Shit!
Nico can have a bunch of puppets, how can his little apprentice have no cards.
……
……
