5 Chapter 5: The End of Magic
After an unseemly battle, Murphy got a check for two million pounds and a Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit.
Several men with bruised faces and foaming mouths were left in the factory. When they woke up and wanted to recall what happened, they found that they could not remember anything.
Doing good deeds without leaving a name is all thanks to the Forgetfulness Spell.
Murphy drove to the bank, used the Polyjuice Potion with Jim Stick's hair to transform into his appearance, cashed the check, and deposited it into an anonymous account.
So he immediately became a millionaire.
Yesterday he was still vowing to make money, and today he is a millionaire.
Financial freedom is really achieved a little too quickly.
But selling potions is to make money, and now the money is in hand, who cares where it comes from!
Build it first!
Murphy took a look at the Silver Spirit.
Because he was not familiar with cars from the 1980s, and British cars were right-hand drive, he had a lot of accidents along the way.
At this time, the front bumper of this luxury car fell off, the rear bumper was dented, and the body was covered with scratches. It looked like it had just escaped a fatal car accident.
So Murphy drove it to the car dealer, sold it at half price, and then changed it to a sports car.
Silver Porsche 959.
One of the best supercars in the world at the moment.
Although wizards can teleport and fly on brooms, the charm of sports cars lies in the feeling of controlling a violent machine with a mortal body, just like the initial mechanical ascension.
Murphy soon liked this feeling. After driving the 959 around London twice, a fair-skinned and beautiful British girl appeared in his car.
The girl's name is Sylvia, a sophomore at the Royal Academy of Music, and a beautiful sister who aspires to become a violinist.
Murphy lied that he was a novelist and was preparing to write a magical story called "Harry Potter".
The two had a great chat and made an appointment to visit the British Museum and St. Paul's Cathedral together. They also watched an opera and listened to several concerts together. After dinner one day, they rolled the sheets naturally.
At night, Murphy stood in front of the French window. Sylvia was sleeping soundly on the big bed behind him.
He poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and found that he was not used to it, so he finally chose to take a glass of water.
Overlooking the Thames River outside the window and the brightly lit London in the distance, the weird idea from a few days ago came back to my mind again.
Who the hell am I?
Why the hell am I here?
In just a few days, everything in the wizarding world became blurred.
Is there really such a magical world behind this bustling city?
Did I really go to school at Hogwarts?
Am I really a wizard?
Is this not a fucking dream?
He pulled out his wand, and chanted the spell "Wingardium Leviosa" at the bottle on the table.
The whiskey floated up.
"Murphy?"
But at this moment, Sylvia's voice came from behind, "How did you do it?"
Murphy turned around, "Why aren't you asleep?"
"I just had a nightmare," the girl looked at him confusedly, "Is that a wand? Is that magic? The magic in your story? Am I still dreaming?"
Murphy smiled, "Yes, it's just a dream, go back to sleep."
"But..."
Murphy waved his wand, and before Sylvia finished her words, she felt a heavy sleepiness pulling her, causing her to fall asleep again.
Murphy stayed in the room for a while.
He thought, looking at the well-dressed boy in the mirror, and suddenly he lost interest.
It was only a few days, and he seemed to be tired of the game of wealth.
He filled out a check, put it in the girl's hand together with the car key of 959, and then disappeared from the room.
He returned to the old house of Darkholme.
Since the Sanders couple were arrested and sent to Azkaban, this gloomy old house has only Murphy living in it, and he has lived in the school all year round, and rarely came back after graduation, so the house has no popularity.
He walked around several dusty rooms and finally came to the basement.
This was originally a wine cellar, but there was no stock long ago. When Murphy was in the fourth grade, he transformed it into a magic laboratory.
The floor and walls of the wine cellar were transformed into a rock by magic, and half of the space had only a few dummies with targets painted on them, which was Murphy's spell practice field.
The other half was filled with a few test benches filled with various bottles and jars, but it was a potion laboratory.
He practiced a few magic tricks in the spell practice field, smashed the dummy and restored it seven or eight times, and then made some potions until the stored materials were used up.
Looking at the water of life and death, the love potion and several bottles of bone-growing medicine on the potion table, Murphy let out a long sigh, and his depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.
"Damn it, as expected, this kind of thing is suitable for me."
As a time traveler, an orphan, and the son of a dark wizard, Murphy has few friends. When he is bored during the summer vacation, he will spend his time practicing spells and studying potions.
He likes magic, even more than wizards.
In fact, in his opinion, wizards' attitude towards their most important trait - magic, is too careless.
They lack curiosity and exploration. They are used to such a magical thing as magic. They treat it as an ordinary tool. As long as it is enough, it is fine. It seems that they have never thought about exploring its principles.
In his eyes, the "magic tree" of the wizard world is really very strange.
For example, in this world where almost every adult wizard can teleport, or achieve teleportation effects through various means such as floo powder and door keys, owls are still used for communication.
If it can teleport matter - even intact living things - is it difficult to transmit information?
In the original book, there seems to be a mirror that can talk, or magic that can communicate remotely through flames, but strangely, it has not been popularized, and people still need to endure the extremely high delay of owls sending letters.
For example, most wizards in this world cannot fly.
Even though they can transform into birds and insects, and have magic spells such as levitation and throwing spells that can control the movement of objects, no one has invented a flying spell to allow themselves to fly freely in the sky.
They would rather fly on a broom.
Also, there is a time converter in this world that defies the heavens.
It directly destroys the indestructible second law of thermodynamics in the cognition of Muggles.
There is also a magic potion called the Elixir of Life that can make people live for more than 600 years.
But few people yearn for immortality. Even except for Voldemort, the freak, it seems that most wizards are happy with aging.
Is it difficult to be immortal if you can play with time?
Even, is it difficult to be resurrected and reborn?
But throughout the history of wizards, only a few fools like Voldemort and Grindlewald are trying hard to make themselves immortal.
Wizards seem to be very open-minded, so much so that they seem to have no desires.
But Murphy is different.
He is a time traveler.
He was once a Muggle.
Having undergone scientific thinking training, his way of thinking is completely different from that of ordinary wizards.
Seeing the many miracles in the wizarding world, he cannot get used to it like other wizards. He just wants to make more of these miracles happen, and make more of the impossible things he once thought possible through magic.
Even, he has a greater ambition in his heart than Voldemort, Grindelwald, and all the Dark Lords in the history of the wizarding world:
He wants to live forever, he wants immortality, and on top of that, he even wants to know everything and be omnipotent!
All this cannot be done by the technology of the previous life for the time being, and it cannot be done by the magic of wizards now.
But if the two are combined...
Maybe it is not impossible.
Murphy picked up a notebook from the potion table.
This notebook recorded some of his research results on potions over the past few years, but in fact there were not many remarkable discoveries. Most of them were just records and summaries for practicing potions.
But the last part was different from the previous one.
Murphy looked at the experimental record of "Making Baixian Essence by Non-Magical Means" on it, and a smile gradually appeared on his face as he flipped through it.
Now he understood why he wanted to sell potions in the Muggle world.
If it was just to make money, robbing with magic would be faster and safer.
What he really wanted to do was to use the power of Muggle technology to study magic, in order to advance it to a level that he could not reach on his own.
He wanted to see what was at the end of magic.
He already knew what he should do.
(End of this chapter)
