Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 299 Mental Coordinates

Sure enough, after most of his body disappeared, Ragnar panicked. He discovered that Murphy's will seemed to be able to receive some kind of replenishment. After it weakened to a certain extent, it would immediately be restored to full strength. It was because a corrupt official's battery that provided Murphy with mental magic had been drained and replaced with another one.

In a desperate attempt to save himself, Ragnar began to shrink back, condensing his remaining half of his body into a sphere to slow the rate at which his magic power was depleted. At the same time, he began to beg for mercy, "Lord Murphy, I surrender, I swear allegiance to you..."

Murphy ignored him; in fact, his time was running out.

The Raven Array's frequency modulation of magic power is extremely computationally intensive, and the Mind Seed virus, in order to exploit the brains of those corrupt officials in the Soviet Union, has caused their neural networks to enter overclocking mode. These guys are now all burning up to over forty degrees Celsius and could faint or even die at any time.

But once too many people die, making it impossible to continue the frequency adjustment, he will be unable to eliminate the opponent.

However, there is another way.

Find the other party's true form.

After connecting with the other party's will, he has mastered the other party's magic frequency, and it is because of this that he can interfere in the opposite direction.

Knowing the other party's magic frequency, he can also locate their physical form.

With a thought, Murphy separated a portion of the Raven Array antennas to form another array, which would constitute a directional radar to scan for magical fluctuations within a 300-kilometer radius.

This will inevitably increase the computing burden again, but this time he only needs to locate the target, and the scanning accuracy does not need to be so high. Hopefully, the brains of those Muggles can hold up.

A dozen seconds later, the second array was assembled, followed by frequency tuning, scanning, and feedback. In an instant, a coordinate appeared in Murphy's mind.

At the same time, more than sixty Muggles instantly suffered brain death.

But now that we've got the coordinates, the other side is doomed.

His mind connected with the second raven array, aimed at the coordinates, and issued the command, "Avada Kedavra!"

The magic began to tune and amplify once more, but this time, the raven array displayed a deathly emerald green hue.

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief; in his mental space, the magical clash against Ragnar had lessened somewhat.

He can't kill all those Muggles at once; if things get too out of hand, it'll cause a lot of trouble.

But at that moment, Ragnar finally caught his breath and immediately cried out, "Lord Murphy, I am not your enemy! I was forced! Someone ordered me to deal with you. I can help you, please spare me..."

Murphy was taken aback. "Who, who ordered you to deal with me?"

Ragnar's appearance was full of questions. Murphy couldn't figure out where this guy came from or why he was targeting him.

But the "thorn" in his mind made him very uneasy, so he didn't dare to delay in doing more investigation and went straight to their door.

He thought that killing Ragnar would eliminate the threat, but if he was acting on orders, things wouldn't end so simply.

"I have never met him, but he is the one who awakened me and taught me the magic of the mental imagery space."

"He had me plant a mental coordinate on you, and he told me that this would cause you to go to war with the fairies, and that I would use this ritual to truly resurrect those dead fairy descendants..."

"Tell me quickly, who is that person!" Murphy interrupted him, asking urgently.

The Avada Kedavra cannon has been tuned and its commands have been issued. If it is withdrawn now, the lightning crows will suffer a huge magical backlash, and even he may be injured in the process.

“It’s not human,” Ragnar said. “All I know is that it calls itself Maria, that mental coordinate…”

However, Ragnar did not finish his sentence.

The blinding green light illuminated the entire Oak Hill.

The next moment, Murphy exited the mental image space.

His consciousness returned to himself in the fairy castle, where Wiler Longhand was completely dead.

Winston burst in. "Lord Murphy, what happened outside just now..."

He and the other Aurors witnessed the terrifying magic just now; the enormous raven cloud pillar in the sky evaporated half of Oak Mountain with a single strike.

The sudden return of consciousness made Murphy slightly dizzy. He closed his eyes, calmed himself for a moment, and asked, "Where was the attack located?"

The previous Raven phased array radar only gave him a relative coordinate, and he didn't know exactly where it corresponded.

"It seems to be the Oak Pit Mine," Winston said.

"Let's go check and see if there's anything left."

Ragnar died too quickly; Murphy still hadn't figured out what had happened to him.

What is the current state of a fairy who should have lived more than a thousand years ago?

Judging from his words, he seems to want to be resurrected through a blood sacrifice of his descendants.

Since he's resurrected, he's probably dead.

ghost?

Living corpses?

Or... a Horcrux?

However, his words resolved some of Murphy's doubts. Ragnar wanted to incite a war between the descendants and Murphy, which was why he controlled that Gulenus to provoke him.

It seems that Dumbledore's encounter with the Philosopher's Stone was just a coincidence.

He should also know that he controls the Ministry of Magic.

No, that's not right. He said that "Maria" told him to do it.

He was just a puppet.

That Mary was his real enemy, and she knew quite a bit about him.

So, who is Mary?

How did this enemy suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Ragnar was not weak. Although it seemed easy for Murphy to kill him, in fact, Murphy used the Raven Array Antennae, the Mind Seed Network, and even sacrificed the lives of dozens or hundreds of Muggles to take him down.

They've practically played all their cards.

And this guy was just a pawn of Mary?

More than half an hour later, the Watchers found half of the battle flag in the mine and handed it to Murphy.

“This thing was left right at the very center of that attack,” Winston said. “It appears to have been destroyed. There’s also a very complex runic array nearby, and the mine is littered with goblin corpses; they seem to be performing a very evil ritual.”

Murphy activated his magical vision. The battle banner still emitted intense death energy, but besides that, he also saw a trace of magic of another color, exactly the same as Ragnar's magic.

"So, this is a Horcrux..."

Ragnar said he was "awakened" and that he has existed as this Horcrux for about a thousand years.

Such a grand ceremony couldn't possibly be kept completely secret; there must be others among the fairies who knew about it.

The fairies at Weller's mansion are all dead, but the Brin family has more than just this one stronghold.

If we catch a few who slipped through the net and interrogate them, we should be able to find out exactly what happened.

Moreover, this matter must be exposed. Such an evil event deserves a thunderous blow from the Watchers. Their actions in wiping out the fairy stronghold are not only without fault, but also worthy of praise.

However, none of that mattered much. Murphy briefly considered these things before returning his attention to Ragnar's last words.

He said "that mental coordinate," and although he didn't finish his sentence, Murphy guessed that he probably meant that the mental coordinate was also related to Mary.

Perhaps the mental coordinates were given to Ragnar by Maria, meaning that even though Ragnar is dead now, the coordinates in Murphy's mind are probably still there.

He tried to sense it, but still couldn't detect any trace of the coordinates.

It seems that it is difficult to detect unless it is flaring up.

Since it's called a coordinate system, it's used for positioning.

Being stuck to your body by something that can locate you at any time is too dangerous, not to mention you don't know if it has any other purpose. I have to find a way to get rid of it.

In the realm of mind and soul, Murphy knew very few people who were better than himself.

Perhaps the shamans of the Su Kingdom could?

After all, they spend all their time fussing over ancestral spirits and such, so maybe they understand this.

Let's write another letter to the Queen.

(End of this chapter)