Chapter 39: I am Lucius Malfoy

Selica ran away.

Murphy rubbed his right cheek.

Damn, if you can't play, why are you pretending to be a big deal!

He depressedly flipped through the pile of research materials left by the other party. It had to be said that this group of guys had spent a lot of thought. Just the various reference spells they found were seventy or eighty, and countless manuscripts were piled up like a mountain. It seemed that what she said before that they had tried very hard might not be a lie.

But he had no patience anymore. On the one hand, the research on Dittany was on the right track, and more and more Muggles joined the research institute. On the other hand, the new R&D base would be completed in a month or two. By then, he wanted to move a series of potion research including Beauty Potion there first.

The confidentiality pressure was getting bigger and bigger. Relying only on those Muggle agreements, Murphy was always uneasy.

However, he still didn't dismiss this confidentiality spell research group.

Let them study first, and at the same time, he decided to find another way.

"Alex, you said last time that the similar spell you saw was in a book at Hogwarts?"

Alex nodded. "Since graduation, I have rarely looked at books related to spells. That should be what I saw when I was in school."

But this guy also forgot the name of the book. Otherwise, as a graduate of Ravenclaw, writing a letter to his own dean, Professor Flitwick, to discuss a certain spell in a book shouldn't be a big problem.

But no matter what, let's write a letter and ask first.

"Dear Professor Flitwick:

Long time no see, I hope you are well. First of all, I should thank you for your care and encouragement when I was in school, which provided great support for my dark life. You are a great educator, whether it is imparting knowledge or guidance in life, I have benefited a lot.

Professor, you are the most powerful spell master I know, and I happen to have encountered a problem in spells today. In order to deal with a certain situation, I need to find a spell that must be able to ensure that the subject cannot reveal a secret.

But with my current knowledge, I am still unable to create such a spell. I don't know if the professor knows such a spell, or can provide a direction or idea for creating such a spell?

I look forward to your reply.

Once again, I express my sincere respect and gratitude.

Your student: Murphy Darkholm."

Not two days later, Professor Flitwick's reply arrived.

"Dear Mr. Murphy:

I am very happy to receive your letter. Your praise for me is really shameful, but to be honest, I am still very happy.

I am certainly not the most powerful spell master, but I have always been very willing to discuss any questions about spells with students.

I know many spells for keeping secrets, but I have not yet seen a spell that fully meets your description. At the same time, according to my speculation and understanding, wanting to achieve the effect you mentioned often requires involving some areas of Dark Magic.

In this regard, the school's restricted section has some books that can provide some ideas, such as "Natasha's Evil Spells," "Thorn Witch," "Bailes's Fatal Journey," etc., but these books are strictly forbidden to be borrowed. If you want to refer to them, you can apply after school starts.

Perhaps we can also arrange for you to give a dueling class to the younger students then. You have always been very talented in this regard.

Filius Flitwick."

Murphy looked at the reply and was silent. After school starts?

Now it is July, and the school has just had a holiday.

School starts in September.

And, just apply.

Since meeting Dumbledore at the Wizengamot last time, the latter probably had some vigilance against him. Going to engage in things related to Dark Magic again, it would be strange if he wasn't suspected of being a Black Wizard, and it would be strange if he could get approval!

Professor Flitwick said it might involve the field of Dark Magic...

Is this perhaps the reason why Selica and the others made slow progress?

After all, ordinary wizards really know very little about Dark Magic.

Even Murphy, this transmigrator, except for spells like Sectumsempra that have been verified by the original work, doesn't know much about Dark Magic.

Is it difficult to recruit a Black Wizard?

But most of the Black Wizards he knows are Death Eaters in the original work, basically a group of crooked melons and cracked dates, and they are extremely arrogant. Wanting them to help him do research is really a fantasy.

In the entire Harry Potter series, there seem to be only a few Black Wizards with output.

And added together, they are not as good as half a toe of Voldemort.

Thinking of Voldemort, Murphy suddenly moved in his heart.

It seems I have a Voldemort in my hand, ah no, it's Tom Riddle... diary.

This guy should know quite a lot of Dark Magic, and... Professor Flitwick mentioned those books, he might have read them.

Perhaps... can I get some information out of his mouth?

Murphy took out the notebook, hesitated for a moment, and finally found Alex.

The latter saw Murphy, his face a bit strange. "Mr. Parker, did my sister make you angry?"

"Hmm? Why do you say that?"

Murphy felt inexplicably guilty.

"In the past, she was always full of energy, but today she has been shirking and not wanting to go to work. Did she do something wrong? My sister's personality is a bit not very good. If she offended you, I apologize to you on her behalf."

"Uh..."

Thinking about what happened before, it's really hard to say who offended whom.

"Well... the spell research progress is a bit slow, I said a few words to her." Murphy hurriedly brought it over in one sentence. "By the way, I'm looking for you today to ask for a favor."

Saying that, Murphy pointed to the diary. "This is a Dark Magic item, a diary with its own thoughts. Writing words on the diary will get the diary's answer. But if used for a long time, it will absorb the user's life force, which is very dangerous. But, I want you to help me test its ability."

"This..." Alex was a bit nervous. "Sounds very dangerous..."

"Rest assured, according to my understanding, unless you use it continuously for more than half a year, there should be no great danger. At the same time, I will observe your condition. If something is wrong, we will terminate the test immediately. As for the reward, for every sentence you write in the diary, I will give you ten gold Galleons."

"..."

Alex was speechless for a moment.

He wanted to say that this was really too inhumane, too disregarding his own safety...

But, Murphy gave too much.

Ten Galleons a sentence, just writing a few sentences in the diary every day is equivalent to his monthly salary.

Alex's refusal reached his lips, but what he said was, "Okay... when to start?"

"Now!"

Murphy took out a ballpoint pen and handed it to Alex. "You write, 'Hello, diary, I am Lucius Malfoy'."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 40 =====