Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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The body of an Awakened individual is naturally the strongest vessel for magic. However, Harry, who has only glimpsed fragmented images, does not fully understand what this description truly means. What he has seen is just the tip of the iceberg of the wizard's power. Even so, it is already an immensely powerful force.

Daenerys had previously told Harry, "This will make up for the gap you've been missing." But what exactly could the seemingly melted, irreparably ruined magic alloy do?

A complete Sunstone was the payment Harry gave to Nicodemus. This extravagant sum—so high it could not be measured in mere gold—motivated the legendary alchemist, known and respected worldwide, to fully dedicate himself to the task at hand.

As for Furong's Sunstone, Nicodemus did not get his hands on it. Because Furong was young and beautiful, it was clear to him that the lady, who was now over six hundred and fifty years old, had returned. Upon meeting, she immediately took Furong's hand, chatted with her, and happily received the Sunstone from Nicodemus. She also accepted a small request regarding jewelry design.

Lady Lemay, much more low-key than Nicodemus, was also an extraordinary wizard, though her focus was not on the wizarding world. Though only vaguely mentioned, it was clear that in the realms of accessories, fashion, and beauty—fields that every young girl cannot avoid—she was the top-tier, truly ancient giant of the circle. Her skin and figure, better maintained than a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old's, had withstood the test of centuries.

Even someone as exceptionally beautiful as Furong, with innate charm, found it difficult to steal the spotlight from her. In just a few minutes, Lady Lemay whisked Furong away, while the men were busy with their thunderous steel and machines. She took Furong to see the more beautiful things that girls should enjoy.

In fact, this wasn't too bad. At least Harry could follow Nicodemus openly and witness firsthand how that 'useless junk' was transformed into treasure.

"Let's go, you bastard. Go see your 'useless junk'."

Whenever this matter was brought up, a pained expression involuntarily appeared on Nicodemus's face. It was as if Harry had married his daughter and was now set to inherit his vast fortune. Honestly, when Harry saw that look, his curiosity only grew stronger.

"The leather of the Seven-in-One Demon God, and the Death Star 19 alloy from that little brat Albus—if I remember correctly, that was originally a failed case. I think, apart from its decent stiffness and toughness, its other properties were disastrous. But now, it doesn't matter. The nature of this thing, which looks like crap, has completely changed."

"Changed into something powerful?" Harry asked, guessing.

"One could say that. But I haven't finished a comprehensive analysis of the material properties yet. Looking at the current data on paper, I have many types of magical alloys that are superior to this one. Of course, this does not include magic conductivity. The most bizarre thing about your material is that it's a magic superconductor. I can make a rather rash judgment—just in terms of magic conductivity, this is one of the strongest materials in the world."

"Magic superconducting materials aren't uncommon. The Sunstone you brought is a superconductor for light magic, but the Sunstone's greatest function isn't just that. It can do much more than merely serve as a magic superconductor."

Seeing the mysterious expression on Nicodemus's face, Harry could only ask along with him.

"Then, the erudite and incredibly wise legendary alchemist, Mr. Nicodemus, surely plans to use the Sunstone to create some remarkable masterpiece, right?"

"Ah ha ha ha!" Nicodemus laughed, pretending not to care about the flattery. He then nodded with an air of superiority. "But I'm not telling you."

"You old bastard, you're so evil. Is this how you chat?"

"If you ask me, I'll tell you. How could I still be considered an erudite and incredibly wise legendary alchemist?" Nicodemus cleared his throat, his skin perhaps thicker than city walls. "Mostly, I haven't figured it out yet. Let's just take a look at your thing first."

"To be honest, I'm more interested in that Thunder Elemental Armor you brought. The materialization of elements—you managed to create it by hand? Even elementals, unless you kill them and extract their magic core, it's incredibly difficult to obtain one. And those who are powerful enough to materialize elements... well, counting the Sun Dragon, you could probably count them on two hands."

"What about Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix? The immortal bird is a fire elemental creature, right?"

"Phoenix?" Nicodemus glanced at Harry. "Not strong enough. You'll never achieve that in this lifetime, unless Albus can help purify the bird's energy and raise its level."

"The Phoenix completes a life cycle every so often—dying in fire, reborn in fire. This cycle purifies the energy within it. But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't succeed. Without that bit of opportunity or talent, all the effort in the world is useless. And that applies to the Phoenix as well."

Nicodemus glanced at Harry and then patted his arm. "As an Awakened, you naturally possess abilities that others may never acquire, no matter how hard they try. These things can't be earned through effort alone."

"Now, let's conduct the final material tests. Since the Sun Dragon said that the alchemical armor made from this will help compensate for the deficiencies in your body, I think this material might have some properties that instruments can't detect."

Nicodemus, as a "scientist" of the magical world, had a meticulous approach to his research. His dedication was so intense that one could even say he had a compulsive perfectionist streak. This habit was precisely why, over the centuries, he had been able to continually make new discoveries and produce groundbreaking research.

Though Harry was a man capable of wrestling with a bear and throwing it down with a shoulder toss, even such a strong man couldn't withstand the relentless probing of a centuries-old monster. When Nicodemus found Harry's body structure equally intriguing, he secretly added extra components to the testing process, leaving Harry thoroughly perplexed.

"Well, well! This is truly something!"

With an autopsy knife in hand, Nicodemus eagerly spoke, his eyes moving back and forth between the test results and Harry's body. "Low on money, right? The previous purchases cost you 930 million Galleons, and now you're out of funds, aren't you?"

"How about earning some pocket money here?"

Excitedly rubbing his hands together, Nicodemus even began gesturing about where he would start his dissection on Harry's body.

"Completely painless, no side effects whatsoever. Let me dissect you once—just once—for a million Galleons." He raised one finger, but after seeing the pinprick-like pupils in Harry's eyes, he reconsidered and shook his head. "Alright, fine—five million Galleons for one ton of gold, just one dissection. No more."

"Young people selling themselves is no big deal," Nicodemus continued, leaning closer, his voice dripping with temptation. "You're young, so you should be brave enough to try, right? I'm simply curious to see the mysterious and fascinating structure of your body. How did evolution lead to your bones having 22.7 times the density of a normal human? Your total weight is only 25 kilograms, yet a regular person of your height would have bones weighing at least 15 kilograms. You even have a new internal support structure protecting your delicate organs."

"A truly remarkable body. All these changes are the result of natural evolution, not magic-enhanced body refining." Nicodemus rolled up his sleeve to show off his well-toned biceps. "No one has refined their body through magic more thoroughly than I have. My body is enhanced with magical stones, and unless they're of mixed blood, no pureblood human has greater raw strength than mine."

As if to prove his point, Nicodemus grabbed a piece of rebar about the thickness of a thumb and squeezed one end between two fingers, flattening it into a sheet with his fingerprints on it.

"Perhaps you could become a great figure who leads humanity onto a new evolutionary path." Nicodemus inched closer, his voice now laden with allure. "I'll sweeten the deal. Ten tons of gold, fifty million Galleons—just cooperate with me and allow me to do a thorough study."

Nicodemus, who clearly saw gold as nothing more than numbers, was pulling out all the stops, even offering to increase the amount tenfold or a hundredfold.

"Do you know how much gold is stored in the Federal Reserve's underground vault?"

Harry got up from the examination table and, with a calm voice, replied, "There are over 8,000 tons of gold there, and getting into that vault is as easy as going to a public restroom. There are places wizards can't go, but I can go wherever I please."

As he spoke, Harry performed a Disapparation right in front of Nicodemus. Even though the place was warded against Disapparation and surrounded by a powerful alchemical matrix, the defenses of this fortress, one of the most secure in the magical world, were completely circumvented.

"Too bad," Nicodemus sighed, setting down his autopsy knife. "Really not going to reconsider? The money you steal has to be laundered, but I can transfer it directly to you. If you want cash, I can give it to you immediately." He made one final attempt, trying to convince Harry to change his mind.

"It's fine, I can live off my girlfriend if I run out of money. Furong's pretty wealthy," Harry joked, his voice lighthearted.

He paused for a moment before adding, "Enough of the small talk. Mr. Nicodemus, you should have figured out the properties of this thing by now, right?"

Nicodemus rolled his eyes but didn't press further. After all, Harry had brought him the Sun Stone—a rare treasure he'd missed out on three times. This favor was something Nicodemus had to repay, and it was a big one. The Sun Stone would play a crucial role in his future plans. With it, he'd be able to create a magical miracle far beyond the current era. Once that project was completed, he'd truly be able to stand tall, asserting his power like no one else could.

Nicodemus cleared his throat and began explaining. "I've figured it out, of course. Let me give you a brief rundown."

He paused briefly, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "This thing is essentially a biological alloy. The seven-in-one magic god's leather absorbed an immense amount of magical power in a short time, transforming into a special molten state. Then it fused with the 'Dead Star No. 19' alloy, resulting in a brand-new metal. I'll call it 'Life One' for now."

Harry scratched his head, feeling like the name sounded vaguely familiar but couldn't put his finger on it. "But it's just a name, I guess," he muttered, shrugging it off.

"Right now, the impurities are still quite high, so you may not notice anything special. But once it's purified, this will be the only metal of its kind in the world—an integrated alloy."

"You've seen wizards go through the second phase of their Animagus transformation, right?"

Nicodemus snapped his fingers, and a simple, gray-blue suit of light armor appeared around him. There were no ornate patterns or decoration—just plain, functional design, like an old man's Zhongshan suit.

"Alchemical armor is forged from a high-magical alloy, and then alchemical matrices are etched onto it. The armor can be summoned at will by the wizard when needed, but the wizard and the alchemical armor remain separate entities—two parts, not one."

"Now, this integrated metal, let me put it in a way you might understand better," Nicodemus explained, as he began to remove the alchemical armor and pointed to the back of his hand. "It can be absorbed directly into the wizard's skin, merging the two as one in a certain sense."

"And it's incredibly expandable and inclusive. It has an extremely high energy fusion capability. Wearing it is like running around naked, feeling the wind freely blowing past you, or, at least, that's the metaphor. Unless you're surrounded by a magical storm, in which case, you'll feel every magical gust as it flows through you."

"Even your lightning-element armor can be seamlessly integrated into it. It's like a nested layering effect."

"You know, during the second phase of Animagus, you can wear two sets of armor—one made from 'Life One' alloy, and another made from pure energy, or elemental armor that is materialized from magic."

"As for the other properties, we'll have to wait until the armor is finished and you wear it. Only then will we have real test results."

"Don't worry, though. This is definitely worth the investment."

Nicodemus' face contorted with familiar discomfort as he reached into his robe and pulled out several small stones. There were about seven or eight of them, each one a translucent red, glowing with a mesmerizing light.

"They can't be melted by fire or altered with magic. The tools to work with these stones are prohibitively expensive, and in this world, I'm probably the only one who can afford them."

"These are magic stones," Nicodemus continued, picking out the smallest and dullest of the group and tossing it to Harry. "Use this one when you're learning Animagus. You're planning to undergo magical creature transformation, right? The rest? Well, they'll go into this heap of scrap metal."

"Only the magic stone's power can turn impossible miracles into reality."

"Old man's taking a big loss here, so don't think you're getting off easy. I'm the one truly losing here," Nicodemus mumbled, grumbling to himself.

Then he gestured toward a nearby desk. "Now, if you want something specific for your alchemical armor, like particular traits or even a design for the appearance, write it down. But don't make it ugly—I can't afford that kind of shame."

(End of Chapter)