Chapter 792 Magic Exists
狂风战斗机于1969年3月设计，1973年12月进行首架原型机试飞，1976年开始批量生产，1980年7月正式服役。
When Hunter introduced its detailed parameters, Eric kept a cold face and seemed very unhappy.
"The Tornado fighter uses an all-metal semi-monocoque structure. Its large-section fuselage has a large internal space. There is also a high-strength central wing box and shaft above the middle section of the fuselage—"
"Stop!" Eric couldn't help but interrupt him. "We've known each other for so many years, and you're going to get rid of us with this kind of soon-to-be-retired stuff?"
The excitement on Vincent's face disappeared instantly.
The Tornado fighter has been around for 21 years and has been in service with the Royal Air Force for 14 years, so it is indeed not very advanced.
Military equipment has an update cycle. The navy's surface ships are about 30 years old, the army's equipment will not exceed 10 years, and the air force's fighter jets have a service life of no more than 20 years at most.
It is now 1994, and Britain has not yet started to decline, and can fully support the renewal of the Royal Air Force.
Hunter smiled awkwardly, "The new fighter is still under development—"
"R&D bullshit!" Eric looked disdainful. "EF-2000, right? It's a fourth-generation and a half fighter designed by Britain, Germany, Italy and Spain. It officially made its maiden flight at the end of March this year."
Hunter blushed.
He looked at the soldiers guarding the hangar door and lowered his voice as much as possible: "How did you know? This information is the military's top secret."
Eric narrowed his eyes and raised one corner of his mouth slightly. "I'm retired, not dead. You know what we SAS are capable of."
SAS stands for Special Air Service, whose members are absolute aces of the Army. A considerable number of MI1 agents come from this special forces.
Eric is the former captain of the SAS Blue Team, and the Royal Air Force’s new fighter jets are not top secret at all.
Vincent looked at his old father quietly.
Your dad is always your dad.
Not only is he good at picking up girls, he's also good at pretending to be a bitch.
Look at Hunter who was choked and couldn't utter a word. It turns out that invisible pretense is the most deadly.
But Eric didn't intend to waste time. He leaned close to Hunter's ear and said something mysteriously.
"What? No, no, absolutely not!"
"You are a major now, and we have been friends for so many years."
Hunter looked at the soldier guarding the gate again. "Are you trying to get me court-martialed?"
Eric put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, no one will find out."
"How can you guarantee that?"
Eric pouted at Vincent and said, "My son is very capable. Not only this air force base, but he can even enter and exit Buckingham Palace freely."
Hunter looked incredulous, "If that's the case, then why did you ask me to help you get a visitor pass?"
"How could I know that your authority as a major is so low that you can't even go in and take a look."
Take a look? That's the top secret of the Royal Air Force and the most heavily guarded area on the entire base.
007 is just a movie, and James Bond is just fiction. In real life, is there anyone who can sneak into a heavily guarded military base alone?
Not to mention Vincent, a student.
"Don't even think about it." Hunter said with a straight face, "It's good enough that he can visit the Tornado. If it's someone else, I can only show him the Harrier at most."
Harrier, a second-generation and a half fighter that entered service in April 1969.
The Tornado is also a third-generation aircraft, much more powerful than the single-purpose second-generation aircraft.
Seeing that Hunter didn't believe him, Eric had to give his beloved son a look.
“Ahem…” Vincent cleared his throat and slowly raised his left hand, “Uncle Hunter, please look carefully.”
Starting from his index finger, his entire palm began to slowly disappear.
Hunter was so scared that he pushed Eric away and rushed forward to grab Vincent's left arm without a palm as if he had seen a ghost.
"Bloody hell! How did you do that?"
Vincent glanced at the surveillance camera in the hangar and silently and without a wand used his magic power to isolate the surrounding space.
"Hogwarts is actually a magic school."
"What? Magic what?"
"Magic school."
Hunter let go of his hand in a daze, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "Kid, I admit that your magic is very entertaining, but don't joke with me, magic doesn't exist."
Vincent shrugged at Eric, removed the Disillusionment Charm covering his palm, and then slowly opened his palm.
A tiny spark floated in the air, writing two words in the air.
Magic exists
Magic exists.
Hunter turned his neck stiffly and stared at Eric blankly, "You old man, you came here just to make fun of me, right?"
He walked straight towards the hangar door, "I'm very busy. I don't have time to mess around with you guys."
With a "bang", he suddenly fell to the ground as if he had hit something.
Vincent reached out his hand and helped him up from a distance. "Uncle Hunter, now you can believe it, right?"
Magic actually exists!
Hunter's worldview was suddenly turned upside down, and his expression inevitably became fearful.
Eric slapped him on the back at this time, "Why? My son is not a monster."
Hunter smiled bitterly, "You have to give me some time to relax."
"Okay, you continue."
After this interruption, Hunter quickly accepted the fact.
The look he gave Vincent was no longer one of fear, but curiosity instead.
"So you're a wizard?"
"Yes."
"Then why did Prime Minister Churchill repeal the Witchcraft Act in 1951? Did he really have some distant wizard relative?"
"Of course not. In fact, it is because many wizards participated in World War II. Prime Minister Churchill reached a non-interference agreement with wizards after the war. The British government will try its best to help wizards hide the existence of magic, and wizards will also show up to help the British government in times of crisis."
"Does our government know about the existence of magic?"
"Yes, but only the current Prime Minister and his cronies know."
"What about the Queen? Does she know?"
"Yes, I know. Buckingham Palace is secretly protected by wizards."
Hunter held the rank of major, which barely made him a high-ranking military official.
Moreover, he did not delve too much into the secrets of the wizarding world, and Vincent was only satisfying his curiosity, which strictly speaking did not violate the Statute of Secrecy.
"Uncle Hunter, can we..."
"Are you sure no one will notice?"
"Sure and sure."
"Come with me."
The three of them walked out of the hangar and got into the jeep. Hunter was driving very carefully throughout the journey.
Eric in the back seat looked down at his watch.
It's almost 3pm, we can't be so slow.
"Hey! Driving boy, the old lady drives faster than you!"
"Shh..." Hunter slowed down the car. "We are almost at the restricted area. The surveillance cameras around here are no joke."
Eric rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't worry, if you are really brought to a military court, we will definitely get you out."
This joke is not funny at all.
Hunter has just accepted the fact that magic exists and needs time to fully adapt.
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