Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 152 Blitzkrieg

Atlantic.

Lightning crashed down from the sky and struck a deserted island.

After the lightning subsided, the black-winged monster with the head of a ram-horned bird revealed itself, but suddenly knelt on the ground.

It roared to the sky, its voice filled with extreme pain, its upper body convulsing incessantly, and lightning flashing.

Suddenly, the strange phenomena around him began to dissipate, and the bird's head vanished in a wisp of black smoke amidst the snake's lightning, revealing the pale face of the black-haired boy.

Then the feathers on the giant wings fell one after another, turning into crows. They landed in various places or circled in the air, cawing noisily.

The monster's height also shrank, its two ram horns retracted, its scales disappeared, and its hooves gradually returned to human legs and feet.

After a while, Murphy reappeared in the same spot.

He was breathing heavily, drenched in cold sweat.

He survived.

He became multiple Animagus, a thunderbird, a petrified monitor lizard, and some kind of goat-like creature.

He even gained the ability to move using lightning.

But his condition was extremely bad.

The transformation was not entirely successful, as evidenced by the uncontrollable lightning bolts that occasionally erupted from various parts of the body, the stiff left arm covered in scales, and the ram's horns that had not completely faded and were hidden in the black hair on the top of the head.

However, compared to these outward signs, some of his internal physical conditions are even more worrying.

The pervasive, dull pain, the occasional dizziness, and the loss of control over the limbs all indicate that this body is still on the verge of collapse.

I must rush back to the magic research institute immediately to have my physical condition checked.

But with neither his wand nor his spare wand out, using Apparition or Portkeys for interstate travel was too risky, so Murphy had no choice but to use his newly acquired lightning ability to get there.

Fortunately, the lightning was fast enough.

Contrary to the common perception of lightning, lightning is actually a very complex process.

Take cloud-to-ground lightning as an example. A single cloud-to-ground lightning strike consists of four or five lightning strikes, and each lightning strike is composed of a lead-in step from the cloud to the ground and a return step from the ground to the cloud.

The first lightning strike is caused by an ionized column of air generated at the bottom of the cloud that extends downwards in stages—this is called a cascade leader—with an average speed of 150,000 meters per second.

As it approaches the ground, the ground suddenly retaliates, following the established lead ionization channel. The retaliatory speed is extremely fast, averaging 50,000 kilometers per second.

Subsequent blitzes will be faster than the first one because the channel has already been established.

Therefore, although the speed of lightning is affected by a variety of factors, it is at least about 150 kilometers per second.

If the counterattack occurs after the pilot path has been established, it can even reach half the speed of light in extreme conditions.

Even though it's nearly 9,000 kilometers from the Grand Canyon to London, it would only take Murphy, who can leap between clouds at lightning speed, a minute at most.

However, each time he used this ability, his physical discomfort seemed to worsen, forcing him to stop halfway through.

A few minutes later, Murphy stood up again, the excruciating pain all over his body lessening somewhat, but he dared not continue using lightning to travel.

He sat cross-legged, recalling the day he first transformed into an Animagus.

Since he has been able to Apparate without a wand before, he might be able to do it again now.

He took a few deep breaths, recalling that feeling from back then.

At the time, I was only focused on the Animagus transformation and didn't pay much attention to the staffless Apparition. Now, upon closer examination, meditation and a state of extreme concentration should be the core elements that produced that phenomenon.

He recalled the flock of crows, which appeared to have been assimilated by the ritual process after participating in the multimagus transformation ritual at the time.

They were now like a part of him, and even possessed the ability to briefly transform into lightning, which was one of the greatest gains of his trip. He couldn't bear to leave them on this deserted island.

Influenced by his will, the flock of crows transformed once again into feathers on the cloak behind him, becoming one with him.

Then, Murphy closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and let his consciousness rise, as if he were detached from his physical body, which seemed to lessen the pain all over his body.

Gradually, he entered that state of silence again.

The sound faded away, and then the pain all over his body seemed to be receding as well. His consciousness seemed to be sitting on a high place, seeing the body that remained in the material world.

At this moment, it seems that everything is an illusion, and the world is originally empty.

Then, a sudden thought struck him, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

A bolt of lightning struck the deserted island once more. At the same time, thousands of miles away, in a conference room on the first floor of the potion laboratory, a thunderous boom resounded.

The intense electromagnetic pulse instantly short-circuited the electronic equipment in the conference room, and even affected the precision equipment on nearby floors, burning out several pieces of equipment.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Murphy's figure emerged. He looked extremely disheveled, covered in dust, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was also a little confused, not quite understanding why his staffless Apparition was related to lightning.

Did the magic network change the way apparitions were implemented after discovering his lightning-like physique?

He walked out of the meeting room full of doubts, intending to find Andrew Tucker to give him a physical examination, when three wizards ran up to him, seemingly there to check on the situation.

They were all astonished to see Murphy. "Murphy! You're back? How come you're back so soon?"

"Murphy?"

Not the director?

Murphy frowned and looked at the wizard in the lead. "Bertlaim? You lot..."

But before he could finish speaking, the latter suddenly shouted, "He didn't bring a wand, attack!"

"Um?"

Bertram and several other wizards immediately pointed their wands at Murphy, but he reacted much faster than they did.

The moment the other party's voice fell to the ground, he moved, charging towards the group like a raging bull. At the same time, a layer of black scales covered his entire body, blocking several of the other party's spells, leaving him completely unharmed.

"What's going on?!" The wizards panicked, but Murphy had already infiltrated their ranks, knocking one down with a single punch, slapping another more than two meters away, and then kicking the third poor wretch into the wall...

In less than a second, the three wizards had lost their fighting ability.

Even though he was in very poor condition, after undergoing multiple Animagus transformations, his strength and speed had increased even more. Even in his weakened state, he was still far superior to ordinary people. Fighting these guys was like a strong adult man fighting a three-year-old child, with no suspense whatsoever.

The guy who was kicked into the wall was already half dead, and the one who was knocked down by the fist had also passed out. Only Bertram, who had been slapped, tried to stand up, but his body seemed to have lost its balance, and he slammed his head against the wall again as soon as he got up.

Murphy stepped forward and lifted the other person up.

In his black-winged demon form, Multimagus was over two meters tall, appearing like a giant to ordinary people and exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

Perhaps due to this, its height has also increased, now approaching 1.9 meters, and its immense strength allows it to lift its opponent as easily as lifting a chick.

He was growing to like this way of oppressing his enemies.

"What's wrong with you? Never mind..."

With a flick of his free hand, he seized the opponent's wand from the ground. "Leech!"

(End of this chapter)