As always, Murph was talking to himself and facing the plain white wall of his room, talking in a low voice about one of his imaginary mental contents. He had prepared and written most of the contents of his recent book using this innovative method, that is, talking to himself and challenging that other part of his being, and he was not afraid to tell others about it. However, he tried not to talk about it with anyone except a few other people who live under the same roof with him. In general, it didn't make much difference to him and he didn't worry about the reaction of others when facing him and his crazy actions. During today's conversations with himself and facing the white and clean wall of his room, strange sentences were sometimes heard that had never been heard until today, and no one had even spoken a word about it, and there was such an element of fantasy in it. The scattered words were so strong that no movie, cartoon or fanciful animation had ever dealt with those issues. The worst and perhaps the best part of the story here is that Murph is not a stupid crazy man, nor a poet or children's book writer, but a prominent physics theorist and one of the world's top physics elites, and so far a of Harry's books. He has not read Potter.