Chapter 123: CPU Burned Out

The next instant, several images from his memory were excavated. Simba, Scar, Timon, Pumbaa... then scenes: the little lion cub held up by the baboon, the sunset on the grassland, the playtime with the warthog and meerkat, and then the music...

Constantly, a large number of images were fished out from the depths of memory, and they were all filling in the details rapidly under the action of magic.

Deeper, deeper... Murphy vaguely felt a dull pain, as if a machine was running with a creaking sound. However, more and more details emerged in his memory. He almost completely remembered this story, and even the lines could be recalled word for word.

The massive information torrent was continuously extracted from the depths of memory, and countless details were clearly presented in front of him.

Gradually, he seemed to have returned to that summer afternoon, squatting in front of the TV, watching the animation playing inside. He even smelled the mosquito coil, heard the cicadas outside, ah, right, there was a plate of watermelon in front of him... that was cut for him by his grandmother...

Murphy was excited. This is simply scene reproduction! This is simply holographic recall!

Continue, continue...

He wanted to know to what extent this memory could be restored.

Can he recall all the pictures in the movie?

Can he see the pattern of the cloth covering the TV?

Can he manipulate himself in this memory?

If he turned his head at this moment, could he see the old man shaking a fan on the recliner?

The creaking sound of the gears was already deafening, and the dull pain had reached the point of almost tearing his brain in two, but Murphy was obsessed and didn't want to stop. His consciousness seemed to stretch out a tentacle, reaching out towards the scene in his memory.

Closer, closer...

He didn't know when he withdrew from the perspective of his past self and became looking down at the room from mid-air.

The tentacle spread down from the void, the tip struggling to advance, trying to approach the boy sitting in front of the TV, focused on the screen.

Finally, the tentacle touched the boy's hair.

"Ha," Murphy was overjoyed, but before he could do anything, suddenly "pop," everything went out like a power-off screen.

And in a distant time and space, a boy felt his head a bit itchy and reached out to scratch his head, but this action didn't distract his attention at all. He still stared at the TV without blinking.

Simba was fighting Scar. Now, even if you pulled two hairs from him, he might not have any reaction.

When Murphy woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital room.

"Laura?"

The female assistant was guarding by the hospital bed, and upon hearing the voice, she immediately woke up. "Director, you're finally awake."

"What do you mean... hiss..."

Murphy had just tried to recall what happened, and his head felt as if it had been pricked by thousands of needles, almost making him faint again.

"Don't worry..." Laura said. "Our medical experts did a comprehensive tomographic scan of your brain before and found large areas of nerve damage, somewhat similar to symptoms of cerebral hypoxia. However, the experts treated you in time through methods like hyperbaric oxygen chambers and didn't cause irreversible damage, but symptoms like cerebral edema will take a few days to recover..."

"You might have symptoms like headache, nausea, and vomiting from time to time in the next few days, which are all normal phenomena."

"I was in a coma?" Murphy was puzzled. "How long?"

"Three days." Laura said. "After you fell into a coma, a house-elf immediately found that your condition was wrong and notified us. Omid and the others said you might be conducting a Legilimency experiment, so we checked your brain... After treating you, you have been sleeping."

"The experts and Professor Selica and the others thought of many ways, but because it involved the brain, we didn't dare to use too many potions, only gave you a little Felix Felicis, and adopted a conservative treatment method." Laura said, helping Murphy sit up. "How do you feel now?"

"Not very good, a bit of a headache. I remember now, I was using Legilimency to sort out my own memories, maybe I went a bit too far..."

Thinking about it now, he was looking at himself from a third-person perspective, and in order to dig deep into memories, he discarded other emerging information, thus ignoring the body's signals.

That sense of detachment was as if he had transcended the flesh, without the tug of the body and emotions, allowing the will to be executed more thoroughly, thus becoming aggressive.

In the final analysis, he was just too unfamiliar with the spell. Next time, he would remember to retain some body information.

However, having paid such a high price, he had basically mastered the method of using Legilimency to sort out memories. At this moment, when he tried to recall The Lion King, everything about that animation was vivid. He could even recite all the lines from beginning to end without missing a word.

This is simply too amazing, and also very unscientific.

When he watched that movie, he definitely wasn't that serious.

Theoretically speaking, he didn't identify the information at all at that time, so it was impossible to enter the brain's memory program, and things that weren't remembered, how could they be "recalled"?

The only explanation is that magic filled in those details, just like magic filled in the details of Transfiguration.

This way of using magic to fill in past memories has already deviated from the original scope of Legilimency.

Murphy felt that naming this way of using Legilimency "Holographic Recall" was more appropriate.

However, if every time he performed Holographic Recall, his brain would swell, the price would be too high.

Three days later, medical experts proved the connection between cerebral edema and "Holographic Recall."

"The brain regions you damaged before, we analyzed and believe, should be a significant increase in the number of synapses. This rapid proliferation of synapses might be one of the reasons for cerebral hypoxia and cerebral edema."

"The spell you used before will cause changes in the topological structure of brain nerves. Since this change is sudden and rapid, it might cause some brain damage every time."

"But, many wizards use Legilimency to extract memories, why are they fine?" Murphy asked.

"I think, this might be because their way of using Legilimency is different from yours," Funes also came, looking guilty. "After you had an accident, we did a lot of research and guessed that the memories they extracted might still only be some memory indices and some scattered memory fragments associated with them."

"Sorting out those memories and weaving and constructing them into scenes is not done through their brains, but the magic of the Pensieve itself."

"Otherwise, wizards wouldn't need a Pensieve to have an eidetic memory."

In other words, most wizards use the Pensieve as a server to process their scattered memories, while he directly used his own CPU to do it.

Using a PC to do the work of a server, can it not burn out? It's a miracle his brain didn't explode on the spot.

But the problem is coming.

In the future, he still wants to increase his knowledge reserve through memory replication, so as to move towards the path of omniscience.

Just one Lion King burned his brain out, how can he include all the knowledge in the world in the future?

Wear a Pensieve on his head?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 124 =====