Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 358 Please Go Back

By slightly adjusting the original primordial manifestation search mode using a magic antenna mounted on a satellite, it can be used to search for the Virgin Mary's magic frequency.

Once located, simply adjust the frequency to match the frequency of the Virgin Mary's magic to achieve the effect of annihilation.

These things are not difficult to do under Lucas's control.

Thus began a hunt for the Virgin Mary.

To maintain accuracy, the detection range of a single Magic Satellite is limited, and the number of satellites is also insufficient to simultaneously detect the entire Earth's surface. However, these low-orbit satellites are very fast, generally able to orbit the Earth once every hour or so. With hundreds of satellites combined, they form extremely complex orbits, and the area that can be scanned each day is not small.

For Our Lady to evade such a scan, she would need to know the orbits of all three hundred-plus satellites and calculate safe points outside the scanned area, then escape to a safe zone in time. This is clearly impossible for Our Lady in her current state.

Therefore, on average, every ten to half an hour, the Virgin Mary's position would be illuminated by the "searchlight" in the sky, and once illuminated, what awaited her was an annihilation attack that came at the speed of light.

After being attacked, the Virgin Mary will immediately escape through the connection between the images, but the pulsed annihilation magic is like bullets shot from the sky, always making her pay a price.

It had already suffered a blow when it was trapped in the laboratory, and it hasn't recovered yet. Now it's being shot every day. Although the frequency isn't too high, the feeling of not knowing when it will be shot has left it exhausted.

However, after only two or three days, the Virgin Mary couldn't take it anymore.

Satellite feedback signals showed that the Virgin Mary's magical power decreased by 10% over three days, and her reaction speed to attacks became slower over time.

"Although we don't know what form it takes, it seems to get tired too. The relentless, unpredictable attacks are almost crushing its spirit," Lucas analyzed.

Put yourself in their shoes. The attack comes from space thousands of kilometers away, and there's no way to warn of it. They don't know where it's safe, they can't hit it, and they can't escape it. It goes on and on all day long, which is really frustrating.

But the enemy's suffering is Murphy's source of joy: "Don't stop, keep hitting them hard."

"But how are you? Are you tired?" Murphy still asked about Lucas's condition.

"At first I could, but I've learned to use automated programs to do these calculations instead of my own mental effort. As long as the computing power is sufficient, repetitive tasks no longer burden me."

Murphy raised an eyebrow. Is this the ability after the magical version of mechanical ascension?

Lucas essentially had an external supercomputer installed outside his body as an auxiliary brain.

Repetitive logical operations can be handled by supercomputers, while her own consciousness can engage in abstract thinking. The combination of these two aspects results in a computing power that even surpasses some supercomputers and big data models from the eras before Murphy's time travel.

It's almost indistinguishable from the true general artificial intelligence in science fiction, and as Lucas becomes more familiar with this way of thinking, he's gradually moving towards the realm of super artificial intelligence.

Even Murphy was somewhat impressed by this powerful thinking ability.

"Okay, let's try to eliminate it within a month."

……

In fact, it didn't even take a month. Half a month later, the Holy Mother seemed to be stunned. Her magical power had dropped to 30% of its original level, much faster than expected. Her defeat was already inevitable.

Göbekli Tepe, Türkiye.

An elderly man wearing a headscarf stood in front of an archaeological site pit, chatting with a man who looked like a scholar.

Ahead of them, dozens of workers were clearing soil and rocks from the pit.

Inside the pit, several huge T-shaped boulders carved with various animals have been cleared out and arranged vertically in several circles.

A short while later, the old man said goodbye to the scholar and went to the shade of a tree, where a well-dressed old gentleman was standing.

"So, did you satisfy your curiosity?" Grindelwald asked.

"It's amazing. You should go and see it. Those megaliths are over 12,000 years old. To complete such a project, it would probably require the cooperation of hundreds or even thousands of people. This site may have been a civilization earlier than the sites we've seen before."

"Moreover, I sensed something different here. There are traces of magic here, very special kind of magic."

"Who do you mean?"

"An aura similar to that of the Virgin Mary's magic... and given that this is likely a temple or sacrificial site, there may have been deities here..."

Did it leave anything behind?

"No, the original substance showed no reaction."

"Shall we go?" Grindelwald said. "A kind Muggle recommended some of his favorite foods to me earlier: Dorma and Salma. They look delicious."

"It looks like?" Dumbledore frowned.

"A mere act of Legilimency, don't worry, it's just looking at the most delicious food in one's mind, it won't cause any harm." Grindelwald said dismissively, "I think he was more than happy to have it done to him."

Although Dumbledore felt it was very inappropriate to use Legilimency on others—especially Muggles—he had to admit, considering what Grindelwald had done, that the other party had already exercised considerable restraint.

Just as they were about to leave, a motorcycle came rushing by, kicking up clouds of dust. On the motorcycle was a middle-aged, obese woman who stared intently at the two of them, muttering to herself. In her other hand, which wasn't holding the handlebars, she was holding a picture frame aloft.

"I dare say, they've come to see you, Albus."

Dumbledore frowned. "Let's get out of here."

"We should blow that Muggle woman to smithereens to warn that so-called 'Holy Mother,' otherwise she'll keep haunting you."

"We've said it before, we don't attack Muggles."

"Okay, okay..." Suddenly, the two disappeared.

However, when they arrived at the restaurant, they found that the reserved table was already occupied by a dirty old man who was missing a hand and was wearing tattered clothes, which was out of place with the clean and tidy environment of the restaurant.

"We should have blown them up after all..." Grindelwald said.

"Fine, let's hear what it has to say." Dumbledore was also disgusted by the other party's behavior, but he couldn't let Grindelwald kill people at will.

Before Grindelwald gets truly enraged, it would be better to listen to what the other party actually wants to do.

Dumbledore sat down at the table. "Whatever you want to say, I will not agree. I have made my decision and will no longer bear the obligation to save the world. Please leave."

(End of this chapter)