Chapter 325

"The Holy Mother..." Dumbledore frowned.

Of course, he was not completely ignorant of this name.

There were still quite a few people in the British wizarding world who could pass information to him, among which he heard rumors of Muggle-born wizards seeing "miracles." The Magical Congress of the United States also had similar rumors.

And according to news from Muggle society, this phenomenon was more common in the British and American Muggle worlds.

There were even rumors that the Soviet Union was the first place where this phenomenon appeared.

Although he was not very clear about the truth of the Holy Mother incident, both he and the rest of the wizards realized that the "Holy Mother" seemed to be Murphy's enemy.

It was using its believers to surround and intercept Murphy from all aspects, and some of its strategies even coincided with Dumbledore's plans.

In dealing with Murphy, the other party seemed to be an ally.

In the blank picture frame, colors gradually began to appear, just like countless stars rushing from a very distant place, shattering on the canvas and filling it into a picture.

It was a portrait of the Holy Mother. In the picture, a woman lowered her eyebrows and drooped her eyes, with her hands spread out.

She didn't look at anyone, but seemed to be watching all living beings equally.

"Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald..." The Holy Mother's portrait didn't make any movement, but the voice had already entered the ears of the two. "I already know your wishes. I will provide you with a piece of information."

Grindelwald drew his wand. "Playing god, if you want to help, you'd better appear in person!"

"That cannot be done," the Holy Mother said, her voice like an echo between ice walls, carrying a kind of indifferent majesty. "Remember this message, and you will get what you wish."

"Isle of Purbeck, Old Harry Rocks white cliffs. Within two days, Murphy Darkholm will appear at Old Harry Rocks white cliffs."

"How do you know?" Dumbledore questioned. "Who exactly are you?"

"I am no one." After the Holy Mother finished speaking, the colors on the picture frame dissipated rapidly, and it left.

And the believer wearing the crown of thorns covered the picture frame with the black cloth again, and then turned and left. He walked barefoot on the rough gravel in the mountains, his soles were cut with many openings, but he seemed to be completely unaware.

"Who is this guy?" Grindelwald was not clear about things outside. "Do you know him?"

"Heard of him, I don't know what's going on with it either, but I think its appearance should be related to that secret."

"I felt some different aura... it seems..." Grindelwald said uncertainly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Its power level is very high, but the power itself is not particularly strong. However, that believer is somewhat unusual..."

That believer gave him a very dangerous aura, but he was not sure if this was an illusion.

"It just said Murphy will go to the Isle of Purbeck. Is it credible?"

"I can't think of a reason for it to deceive us," Dumbledore said.

"Just right, I wanted to ask you how to find that Murphy just now, now it saves the trouble," Grindelwald said. "Are you going?"

"You have just regained your magic power, it's best to rest for a while..." Dumbledore said.

"Rest? No, I have rested long enough, Albus."

Before long, everyone left, and on the branches in the distant mountains, a few crows spread their wings and flew away.

Magic Research Institute.

Although the Soviet National Laboratory was under construction and other British laboratories had also begun to advance, the Magic Research Institute was still Murphy's magic research center, and he still often came here.

"Professor, I have some ideas about the transfer of Horcruxes." Outside the library, Lucas found Murphy.

She was wearing a neutral white shirt and jeans at the moment, but with the blessing of her own figure, she had more of an urban woman's feeling.

"Tell me about it."

"I am quite special," Lucas said. "In the process of making the diary, Voldemort used many spells to weave memories. These spells are similar to those used on those portraits."

"After the diary was made into a Horcrux, these spells and the woven memories surrounded that piece of Voldemort's soul, and I was born. Therefore, compared to other Horcruxes, I have memories, I also have the ability to think, and even emotions and logic. This is a feature that other Horcruxes with only soul fragments do not have."

"Under normal circumstances, after a soul fragment is attached to a Horcrux, the Horcrux is equivalent to my body. Separating the two is like killing me. Ordinary methods cannot be used for transfer."

"But, what if I make a Horcrux?" Lucas said.

"If I follow the method of making a Horcrux, kill a person, and then use a spell to extract myself from the diary, and treat the soul fragment that is my core as the part that was split off and attach it to other objects, I should be able to complete the soul transfer."

Murphy frowned. How did it sound like she was exploiting a bug?

"Are you sure it's safe to do this?"

Lucas shook her head. "Not sure. However, my understanding of Horcruxes is deeper than in the past. I found that killing is required when making a Horcrux, in order to use the other party's soul as a weapon to strike and cut one's own soul. If you control the way of 'striking' well, maybe you can avoid shattering and cutting the soul, but just exclude it entirely from the 'body'... Perhaps, this is the reason why some people fail to make Horcruxes—their souls were not ready to be split and were shattered or excluded from the body entirely... That naturally means death."

"Do more experiments," Murphy said. "I don't want you to die easily."

"But... the experiment might require killing..." Lucas hesitated.

"Just kill those who deserve to die," Murphy said, having no psychological burden about this.

He had plenty of enemies now, and it wasn't difficult to find some guys who deserved to die among them.

Leaving the library, Murphy found the project team responsible for the design and construction of the "Magic Radar."

"The materials have been gathered almost enough. The goblins have some slack-off emotions, and production has decreased recently, but the materials can be gathered within a month at the latest," said Bernard Manning, the project leader and radar expert.

"What about energy?" Murphy asked.

Naturally, the radar needs magic power to emit magic fluctuations.

"Currently, it can only be done by manpower," Bernard said. "We designed an energy array where two hundred wizards transmit magic power at the same time. We use a magic modulator to unify the frequency modulation and conversion of everyone's magic power. However, there is a problem here..."

"Wizards' magic power changes dynamically. Magic frequency modulation requires real-time calculation and adjustment. The precision of pure mechanical frequency modulation is very poor, and precision equipment like computers cannot be used in such a magic environment..."

Murphy frowned. "In other words, a magic computer is needed..."

It seemed that things had turned back. Building a magic radar is to find the essence, so as to make the Magic Stone, and making the Magic Stone is to generate stable magic power, so as to produce magic materials with stable performance, and this kind of magic material is the prerequisite for magic computers.

In other words, magic computers need magic radar, but magic radar needs magic computers...

However, there are temporary alternatives, such as using Murphy as a humanoid magic computer, using the mind network for large-scale calculation and frequency modulation.

Or, Lucas completes the Horcrux transfer technology and moves her body to some computer equipment.

Precision equipment will fail due to the "possibility amplification effect of magic," but magic will not destroy the cell process and structure of wizards. This is because the wizard's consciousness controls the magic power in the body, so that they will not destroy themselves.

If Lucas transfers to a server or something, maybe she can directly bypass the step of "stable magic materials" and become a magic computer with artificial intelligence.

Regardless, this problem can be considered after the radar is built. At worst, Murphy will do it himself.

And the radar will be built at least a few months later. Before that, he can still explore the essence by manpower.

Leaving the Magic Research Institute, Murphy took out a map.

This was a map of the UK, with some areas circled in red.

The detection range of the essence manifestation spell is too small, carpet-style searching is unrealistic, Murphy can only try some areas that are more magical and unusual.

After all, the so-called essence should be a thing with extremely high magic concentration, which is likely to have a certain impact on the surrounding environment.

He usually does this work in his spare time, anyway, it's just to try his luck, and he is not particularly persistent.

Looking at the several circles that had been crossed out, Murphy pointed his finger at the southern end of the map. "Is it Dorset this time? Isle of Purbeck..."

Just at this moment, several messages from Lightning Crows entered his mind.

"It seems that there will be some surprises this time."

(End of chapter)