vncnus Chapter 64 Natural materials? Even dogs wouldn't use them!
Chapter 64 Natural materials? Even dogs wouldn't use them!
Chapter 64 Natural materials? Even dogs wouldn't use them!
Vio continued, "My suggestion is to use no natural materials! Replace all secondary components with materials treated with magical potions. Set up separate alchemy devices for each major component to smelt specialized materials."
"The difficulty lies in the fact that it requires a very high level of alchemy skill, as well as a very high... initial research and development cost? Is that what you mean?" he said, looking at Ryan.
“Yes, a specialized alchemy device needs to be developed, which can indeed be considered the initial research and development cost. Because this kind of device has never existed before, the production machine needs to be developed first…” Ryan said, “I’m not sure when this alchemy device can be manufactured.”
As expected of Vio, who is my closest friend, his thinking is even more radical than mine. In the magical world where all-natural and pollution-free materials are prevalent, he went straight to the point and started playing with artificially synthesized materials.
He heard Vio continue, "Since the cost of raw materials for the alchemy equipment is still uncertain, I can only make an estimate."
The material cost of this communicator might only be one or two gallons.
Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.
When Pablo was calculating the cost of Ryan's original materials, none of the people present, except for a few pure-blood family heirs, had ever seen what fifty Galleons was, nor could they imagine what it meant for them to spend hundreds of Galleons on a single item.
All they can do is keep breathing in the cold air and make a significant contribution to global warming.
Afterwards, Pablo reduced the price from fifty Galleons to ten Galleons, which impressed everyone. They felt that the club was full of talented people, and although there were some cost-cutting measures, it was a great thing that more wizards could afford the price.
Vio's comments have now left them even more astonished.
Evil repair!
Evil repair!
There's no reason not to use natural materials to craft magical items!
Soaking it in magic potion is already cutting corners!
It's unbelievable that some people are unwilling to add even a tiny bit of natural ingredients!
We directly use metallurgical equipment to produce critical components!
That's outrageous! Absolutely no beauty or magic whatsoever!
Even a young wizard from an ordinary family might find it hard to accept a magical item made entirely of synthetic materials.
The Weasleys, however, were immediately intrigued upon hearing Vio's version of the communicator.
Born into a wealthy family of dentists, Hermione's thoughts drifted to the plastic, rubber, and glass products she saw in the store.
He muttered to himself, "Good heavens, this isn't magical at all. Shouldn't high-level magic be accomplished with a variety of mysterious magical materials or through rituals?"
Could this kind of alchemy be the real high-end alchemy...? For a moment, she felt that her perception of the magical world was somewhat distorted.
Hermione gradually understood everything: "Alchemy is about creating things that don't exist, so it's perfectly reasonable to use the products created by alchemy to create other products!"
Ryan, standing beside her, felt somewhat ashamed for failing to provide the little witch with a complete and normal magical world, and for watching her gradually mold into his own shape within the Adventurers' Club.
"That's right, alchemy is essentially a kind of substitution, replacing what you don't need with what you do need, so it's perfectly understandable to use alchemy to produce core components directly!" Even with a slight sense of shame, Ryan was determined to completely destroy the wizarding world's style before rebuilding it.
The gathering was drawing to a close, and at the end, Ryan reminded the night-time heroes, "Starting tomorrow..."
You can come to the Adventurers' Club tonight; your confinement has begun.
"Okay," the group replied, looking delighted.
Ryan, who was trying to design the alchemical devices corresponding to the main components of the communicator at the Adventurers' Club, was completely baffled.
He stayed up until midnight, but still had no concrete ideas. He only came up with a few rough suggestions and had no idea if they were even possible.
After all, he couldn't even find a reference point for designing and refining an alchemical instrument that could produce a specific component, so he could only figure it out by himself.
Ryan stood up, chug down a bottle of potion, and immediately became energetic: "The headmaster is still awake; this is the perfect opportunity to ask him for guidance."
Principal's Office.
"Ryan, why are you here at this hour?" Dumbledore didn't even invite Ryan to sit down, making his meaning very clear: say what you have to say and leave, don't disturb my sleep.
As he spoke, he even took two steps up to the second floor.
"I've encountered some problems with alchemy and would like to ask the headmaster for advice." Ryan calmly pulled out a chair and sat down as if he were at home. He tapped the long-necked gilded teapot on the table with his wand, and then the teapot shook a few times before steadily pouring tea into the teacup.
Both teacups were filled with tea.
"I think you should be resting in your dormitory by now." Dumbledore had no intention of sitting down and stood on the steps leading to the second floor.
"But I'm tormented by a problem that keeps me awake at night, and I can only relieve my inner turmoil by drinking potions." Ryan raised his hand to the corner of his eye and pretended to sob.
I have to say, their acting was really bad... This thought simultaneously arose in the minds of all the principals on the wall, who went from actually sleeping to pretending to doze off.
"Ravenclaws are always chasing knowledge, but it's getting late," Dumbledore said, yawning. "If there's nothing else, we can leave this for later."
"But, Headmaster, you haven't even changed out of your pajamas..." Ryan said, clearly seeing that Dumbledore was wearing a wizard's robe, and was radiant and full of energy, as if he had tidied himself up, like someone who was in high spirits because of a happy occasion.
But what happy things could the principal possibly think of?
Surely it couldn't have been his wife who gave birth, could it?
He's a bachelor, where would he get a wife!
"Oh, Ryan, it's fashionable to wear wizard robes to relax these days. I tried it out, but it didn't work well, so I'm going to change back." Dumbledore lied through his teeth, heading straight for the second floor and even sealing it off with magic.
what?
That can't be!
Ryan felt that Dumbledore was not only incompetent now, but also at a loss for what to do.
He should have just thrown me out... He couldn't understand what grand plan Dumbledore was brewing, so he decided to leave.
Just as he was lamenting the failure of this "Principal is not asleep" plan, he suddenly saw the Sorting Hat placed on the counter.
"The Sorting Hat? Magical drawings! These are magical artifacts imbued with their own consciousness! If I were to infuse consciousness into the alchemical apparatus I create, and only need to plan the general direction of the alchemy, wouldn't the apparatus be able to precisely forge the components I desire?!"
Ryan suddenly realized that he could use his magic drawing skills to create a simplified version of "Magic Artisan"!
The consciousness injected into the alchemy device does not need to have self-thinking and self-learning in a personality sense like the Sorting Hat; simple judgment and operational abilities are sufficient to fulfill its function!
By skipping the complexities of computer science and eliminating unnecessary repetitive data processing, it completely removes the need for neural networks and directly yields usable artificial intelligence!
Secretly pleased with himself, Ryan headed straight for the library to look up books on magical paintings.
He couldn't wait any longer, hoping to succeed tonight and then casually tell the club members, "It was just good luck."