"The Holy Mother..." Dumbledore frowned.
Of course, he was not entirely unaware of this name.
In the British wizarding world, there were still many who could pass information to him, among which he had heard rumors of wizards of Muggle origin witnessing "miracles". The American Wizarding Congress had similar rumors as well.
And according to messages from the Muggle society, such phenomena are even more common in the Anglo-American Muggle world.
There were even rumors suggesting that Russia was the first place where such phenomena appeared.
Although the truth behind the Holy Mother events was unclear, both he and other wizards realized that the "Holy Mother" seemed to be an enemy of Murphy.
It was using its followers to encircle and block Murphy from all sides, and even some of its strategies coincided with Dumbledore's plans.
In dealing with Murphy, the other party seemed to be an ally.
The blank picture frame gradually began to show color, as if countless stars were rushing from a far distance, crashing onto the canvas, forming a picture.
It was an image of the Holy Mother, a woman with downcast eyes and open hands.
She did not look at anyone in particular but seemed to watch all beings equally.
"Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald..." The image of the Holy Mother did not move, but her voice already entered their ears, "I am aware of your wishes. I will provide you with a message."
Grindelwald drew his wand, "Stop playing tricks. If you want to help, it's better to show up in person!"
"That cannot be accomplished." The Holy Mother said, her voice like an echo between walls of ice, carrying an indifferent majesty, "Remember this message, and your wishes shall be fulfilled."
"Pebblewick Island, Old Harry's white cliffs. Within two days, Murphy Darkholme will appear at Old Harry's white cliffs."
"How do you know?" Dumbledore questioned, "Who exactly are you?"
"I am nobody." After saying this, the colors on the picture frame quickly dissipated, and it left.
The thorn-crowned follower once again covered the picture frame with black cloth, then turned and left, walking on the rough stones of the mountain with his bare feet, his soles cut by many stones, yet seemingly oblivious to the pain.
"Who is this guy?" Grindelwald, unaware of the outside world, asked, "Do you know him?"
"I've heard of him, but I don't know what it's all about. However, I think its appearance must be related to that secret."
"I sensed something different..." Grindelwald said uncertainly.
Dumbledore nodded, "Its power level is high, but the power itself is not particularly strong. However, that follower is somewhat unusual..."
That follower gave him a very dangerous feeling, but he wasn't sure if it was an illusion.
"It just said Murphy would go to Pebblewick Island, is that credible?"
"I can't think of a reason for it to deceive us." Dumbledore said.
"Good, I was just about to ask you how to find that Murphy, now that saves us the trouble." Grindelwald said, "Shall we go?"
"You've just recovered your magic, it's best to rest..." Dumbledore said.
"Rest? No, I've rested long enough, Albus."
Before long, everyone had left, and on the branches of distant trees, several crows took flight.
...
Magic Research Institute.
Although the Russian national laboratory was under construction and other British labs were advancing, the Magic Research Institute was still Murphy's magic research center, and he often came here.
"Professor, I have some ideas about the transfer of Horcruxes." Lucas found Murphy outside the library.
She was dressed in a neutral white shirt and jeans, which, with her physique, added an urban feminine touch.
"Let's hear it."
"I am somewhat special." Lucas said, "During the creation of the diary, Voldemort used many memory-compiling spells. These spells are similar to those used on portraits."
"After the diary was made into a Horcrux, these spells and the woven memories surrounded that piece of Voldemort's soul, giving birth to me. Therefore, compared to other Horcruxes, I have memories, the ability to think, emotions, and logic, which are traits not present in other Horcruxes that only contain soul fragments."
"In general, after a soul fragment attaches to a Horcrux, the Horcrux becomes like my shell. Separating the two is like killing me. Ordinary methods cannot transfer it."
"But, what if I were to make a Horcrux?" Lucas said.
"If I follow the method of creating a Horcrux, kill someone, then use a spell to extract myself from the diary, taking the soul fragment that forms my core as the split part, and attach it to another object, I should be able to complete the soul transfer."
Murphy frowned, it sounded like exploiting a bug.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
Lucas shook her head, "I'm not sure. But my understanding of Horcruxes is deeper than before. I found that killing someone is required to make a Horcrux because it uses the victim's soul as a weapon to hit, cut one's own soul. If we control the 'hit' properly, maybe we can not shatter the soul but just expel it from the 'shell'... Perhaps, this is why some people fail in making Horcruxes—their souls weren't ready to be split and were completely shattered or expelled out of their bodies... Naturally, they died."
"Do more experiments," Murphy said, "I don't want you to die easily."
"But... the experiment might require killing someone..." Lucas hesitated.
"Kill those who deserve to die." Murphy said, having no psychological burden about this.
He had plenty of enemies, finding some who deserved death wasn't hard.
...
Leaving the library, Murphy found the team responsible for the design and construction of the "Magic Radar".
"The materials are almost gathered. The goblins are a bit slack lately, reducing the output, but we should be able to gather the materials within a month at the latest," Bernard Manning, the radar expert, said.
"What about the power supply?" Murphy asked.
Naturally, the radar needed magic to emit magical waves.
"For now, we can only use manpower," Bernard said, "We designed an energy array for two hundred wizards to transmit magic simultaneously. Using a magic modulator to unify the frequency conversion of everyone's magic, but, there's a problem..."
"The magic of wizards dynamically changes, and the magic frequency needs real-time adjustment. The accuracy of pure mechanical frequency modulation is very poor, and precision devices like computers can't be used in such a magical environment..."
Murphy frowned, "So, we need a magic computer..."
It seemed like things had come full circle. Building the magic radar was to find essence, to make the Philosopher's Stone, and making the Philosopher's Stone was to generate stable magic for producing stable magical materials, which were a prerequisite for the magic computer.
In other words, the magic computer needed the magic radar, but the magic radar needed the magic computer...
However, there were temporary alternatives, such as using Murphy as a humanoid magic computer, using the mind network for large-scale calculations and frequency modulation.
Or, if Lucas completes the Horcrux transfer technology, moving her essence to some computer equipment
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