Chapter 132: Bottleneck

"Sirius Escapes! Black Wizard Makes a Comeback?!"

"The Most Terrifying Black Wizard, Blood-Stained Streets — The Sinful Past of Sirius Black"

"The First Escapee from Azkaban, Is the Perfect Prison Really Perfect Enough?"

"Beware! Sirius Appears in Diagon Alley!"

"Diagon Alley in Panic, Auror Command Snoring Like Thunder"

For several days in a row, the Daily Prophet reported on Sirius Black's escape, successfully creating enough anxiety for wizards who were already on edge due to the werewolf attack incidents.

A few days later, people actually photographed a man wearing a tattered cloak and with long, dirty hair in Diagon Alley. Judging from his height and disheveled appearance, people rumored it was Sirius Black.

He appeared in Diagon Alley!

A terrifying Black Wizard who once blew up a street and killed more than a dozen Muggles and one wizard was lurking in Diagon Alley!

This was during the summer vacation, the busiest season in Diagon Alley!

Can't imagine how many casualties would be caused if he created an explosion in Diagon Alley?

If the previous werewolf attack incidents seemed to be targeted only at the Supreme Potion Shop, and most wizards could still watch from the sidelines, then Sirius Black was like a sword hanging over everyone's head, making everyone worry and fear.

So letters complaining about the inaction of the Auror Command flew into Minister Millicent's office like snowflakes, carried by owls.

The Auror Command could no longer stay out of it and had to send a large number of Aurors to patrol Diagon Alley.

On the other hand, Dementors seemed extremely angry because of Sirius's escape. Some of them also left Azkaban to hunt down Sirius. In order not to let them act at will and hurt ordinary wizards and Muggles, the Ministry of Magic had to allow them to enter Diagon Alley under supervision.

But how could Dementors be so obedient? Seeing a street full of boiling happy emotions, they were like a group of bears who smelled honey, each one craving it. As long as the accompanying Aurors relaxed slightly, they would seize the opportunity to take a few fierce gulps.

Werewolves, Black Wizards, Dementors…

Diagon Alley suddenly became the most dangerous place in the British wizarding world, but during the summer vacation, in order to buy school supplies for their children, they still had to come here to shop, so trouble appeared: who would protect them?

Rely on Aurors?

That group of arrogant guys were busy catching Black Wizards, so who cared about the lives of ordinary people? Protecting ordinary wizards didn't count as any merit.

Having a pain point meant having a demand, and having a demand meant having a market.

Murphy seemed to have immediately anticipated this situation after Sirius escaped, continuously advertising for the Watcher Wizard Security Shop through all wizarding media such as the Daily Prophet, Wizard Radio, and The Quibbler.

So the day after the Dementors moved into Diagon Alley, the phone (Note 1) of the Wizard Security Shop was blown up by wizards, and there were also a large number of letters, all booking the Watcher security service.

These wizards who had fought bravely with werewolves some time ago and were able to beat them back had already won the initial trust of the wizarding world, and more importantly, they all knew the Patronus Charm! They could help deal with the Dementors that were helpless to most wizards!

Borrowing the two east winds of werewolf attacks and Sirius's escape, the Wizard Security Shop finally opened.

…

July 6th.

Murphy summoned all the Watchers to arrange guard duties.

"Tomorrow night is the night of the full moon," Murphy said. "I suspect that werewolves might launch a large-scale attack, everyone must be prepared. First, put on the anti-wolf vests I distributed to everyone, as well as the full set of equipment including arm guards, shoulder guards, leg guards, gloves, etc. Whoever doesn't wear them, if you turn into a werewolf later, don't blame me."

Those arm guards, shoulder guards, vests, and other items were actually Muggle military supplies that Murphy had obtained through Ladwan Perry.

The steel-clad Kevlar fiber cloth arm guards could break a werewolf's teeth, which could be called professional anti-wolf equipment in the literal sense.

"Secondly, everyone remember the patrol routes of the Aurors. When you really can't beat them, lead the werewolves to the Aurors' side. They will help us share the firepower. Everything takes self-preservation as the first priority, understand?"

…

However, the anticipated attack did not arrive. For several days in a row, the werewolves had vanished.

But this wasn't strange either. After all, there were so many Aurors patrolling the street, and there were Dementors who would feast on anyone regardless of good or bad. Even if the werewolves came, they wouldn't get any benefit.

The night of the full moon passed safely, and Murphy also let go of a heart. As long as it wasn't the full moon, werewolves were just like that; he actually didn't worry much.

Not long after, the chip laboratory sent a piece of good news, making him throw the werewolf matter to the back of his mind completely.

In mid-July, the super-large photolithography machine capable of photolithography for wafers with a diameter of one meter after five times magnification was developed.

And according to the data he provided before, ARM also completed the reverse deduction of the instruction set and the circuit design of the IP core.

The design of the brand-new CPU chip officially began, and synchronously started were the designs of memory particles, flash memory particles, and various simple chips such as communication and motherboards.

For this reason, Murphy used Comprehensive Recall on himself a few more times, finding quite a bit of relevant data on the design of these storage chips or functional chips, making their technical standards directly benchmark against products from the year 2000.

However, for this, he felt his head had grown a circle, and Intelligence-Boosting Potion had almost become the tonic he had to drink every day.

But on the other hand, the development of the desktop system had fallen into a bottleneck.

Even though he had expanded the scale of system development to nearly a thousand people, the complexity of system development increased continuously with the increase in the number of lines of code, and the advantage of numbers couldn't smooth out the exponentially increasing workload.

Murphy found the person in charge of system development, Bob Henderson, in a hurry, wanting to scold the other party, but before he could say two sentences, the other party poured out his grievances first.

"Boss, the system you need requires being able to be used on PCs and servers, must have perfect portability, support multiple types of processors, and also support workstations, new internet networks, and must be easy enough to use…"

"What you require is a perfect system that has all the advantages of the Windows system and the Unix system, but without the disadvantages of both!"

"We calculated that if we want to complete such a desktop system, its code volume might reach a terrifying 8.5 million lines! And the best PC system now doesn't exceed one million lines of code…"

"Even, we don't even have a machine that can run it now… and the new internet architecture only exists in theory…"

"Sometimes I feel like we're not making something for now, but making a system for the computers of ten years in the future…"

Subsequently, Bob also introduced in detail the various technical difficulties they faced, such as the design of network protocols and the compatibility issues with programs written in other languages.

"We must make them compatible with existing important Windows programs, or Unix programs, at least one of them, otherwise we might face very great ecological pressure." This was the requirement Murphy put forward at the time.

Looking at the gray hair and bloodshot eyes of the middle-aged man opposite, Murphy swallowed the words of continuing to urge.

But if this continued, the development of the system might drag on for a year or even longer to complete, and he absolutely couldn't afford to drag it on for so long.

Perhaps, try Comprehensive Recall again?

Note 1: PS: In the original work, Lucius also called the Daily Prophet to mess with Arthur, so some wizarding families and Diagon Alley shops have phones.

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