Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 186 How Can I Save My Country?

Valery Lermontov's eyes widened in shock.

That's it!

Things can be this simple!

The shadow that had been hanging over his heart for so long seemed to have vanished.

In that job where right and wrong, black and white, loyalty and betrayal were blurred, he always felt a strong sense of being torn apart.

What exactly am I loyal to?

Did what I did really help my country?

They always say they want to fight.

But what exactly am I fighting against?

The technical data obtained through life-or-death struggles ultimately only gave a high-ranking official's company better bargaining power.

The so-called "traitors" who were executed by hand were merely victims who had chosen the wrong side in the power struggle.

Family members work hard but can't even afford a meal of meat, while officials, like capitalists, possess countless assets without having to work.

His crimson faith, forged in the flames, was so out of place in this world.

He had assumed that one of them must be wrong.

But Murphy told him, no, you're just oversimplifying an already complex problem.

The world is not wrong, nor is your belief.

Rather, it's because the world is not a unified whole; it operates under new rules while also being dominated by old forces.

The conflict with one's beliefs is not with one's own country, political party, or KGB, but with each and every one of these enemies who, though no longer comrades, still pretend to be comrades and relentlessly leech off power and status.

Suddenly, black and white became clear, and friend and foe became distinct.

Valery felt refreshed and invigorated.

But then, another wave of fear washed over him.

"Isn't this one of Murphy's brainwashing techniques? Could this be the magic he talked about for changing minds?"

"What rubbish about magic!" Murphy chuckled in exasperation upon reading this thought. "Aren't you even sure about your own beliefs?"

"Perhaps what I think now is just what you made me think," Valery said.

However, he only mentioned it briefly and did not dwell on the issue further.

The key point is that his current thinking is indeed clear.

But here's the question: "Why are you telling me all this?"

Why... I can't exactly say I also come from a red land...

Murphy thought for a moment, "Do you want the people of Sukhomlinsky to live a better life?"

"What do you want to do?" Valery became wary again.

"What I want has never changed. Magic research needs a larger stage, and the magic research institute is too cramped and narrow. I want it to gradually move from behind the scenes to the forefront. This requires strong social support, at least the endorsement of a country."

Valery's brow furrowed even deeper. "You're British."

"The British are no good," Murphy said bluntly. "Their military strength is lacking; they can't beat them. No matter how good their things are, they'll eventually be taken away by others."

"Isn't this treason?"

"As I just said, this wealth belongs to all mankind."

"But you're afraid someone else will take it away from you..."

"The Americans took it, but they won't give it to all of humanity."

"Alright," Valery was persuaded.

"But I still don't understand what you want me to do."

“It’s not about what I want you to do,” Murphy said. “The important thing is that if you love your country, it’s time to do something for it.”

"What do you mean?"

Murphy raised his wand. "It'll be clearer if you see it directly. Memory Copy!"

This is a spell he created himself, combining the spells of total memory and copying. It can copy a memory or knowledge and pass it on to others. It can copy other people's memories to himself, or copy his own memories to others.

He originally studied memory replication to better absorb more knowledge, but after his brain was enhanced, he could easily master most of the knowledge with his learning ability. If he needed more advanced experience in a specific field, he would only need to read the memory in the other person's mind through mind-reading, and he would not need to replicate it.

Therefore, the purpose of memory copying has now basically become a channel for him to export memories, such as implanting false memories into Albert Lencoun after his memories were wiped clean.

Now, he was instilling in Valery what he knew about the future disintegration of the Soviet Union and its future consequences.

"As a reform and reconstruction plan, society has gained true freedom."

"..."

"The collapse of the Soviet Union was the most serious geopolitical disaster of the 20th century, and for the Russian people, it was a true tragedy."

"...exhausted by political and socio-economic turmoil, upheaval, and radical reforms...society is on the verge of collapse—economically, politically, psychologically, and spiritually..."

"Forgive us, Father. We have lost our country to a bunch of liars and traitors."

……

Valery was in tears. He saw countless people displaced, suffering from hunger and cold, and his great homeland falling apart, becoming a tragedy and a laughing stock.

He saw vultures pecking at the giant's flesh and blood, their bellies bulging with greed. They plundered the wealth that rightfully belonged to the people, and then stole the last bit of bread from their hands.

Seeing the Soviet people struggle for ten or twenty years, yet still unable to regain their former glory.

They see that for the next thirty years or so, they will continue to suffer bullying and oppression, but will no longer have the means to resist.

"The red flag fell to the ground, and the Soviet Union collapsed."

This was just unbelievable news to people thousands of miles away, but to the people of the Soviet Union, it was a heavy fate that could break their spines.

"This is the future," Murphy said, "and in just a few months, it will become a complete reality."

Valery stared at the absurd yet undeniably real images of the future in his mind. "What can I do? How can I save my country?"

"The fragmentation of the Soviet Union is an extremely complex issue. The economy is overwhelmed, corruption is rampant within the political system, ethnic separatism is severe, and the core problem is that the rights of the bourgeoisie have not been properly recognized, etc... None of these can be solved in a short time. Saving this vast country requires a long period of reform and recovery."

"But, for now, the most important thing is probably to give it a few strong injections to keep it alive."

In fact, it's too late now. Driven by the prevailing trend, even the strongest stimulant may just become a death sentence.

But we should always give it a try. It's better to try anything than to stand by and let it die.

It's out. I made some changes, and it might not have gone smoothly, but that's how it is. Please don't get involved in any political discussions, thank you~

(End of this chapter)