Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 391 The Ministry of Magic is About to Fall

Time stops, entering a time flow a hundredfold. In the games Murphy played before his transmigration, this would definitely be a level nine magic, a god-slaying technique.

Time reversal is a basic function of the time converter, but it can be used in a specified area or range, thus enabling the user to recover health without taking damage, similar to Orihime Inoue's Twin Heavens Shield.

Time loop is essentially the repeated operation of the time converter, which can be used as a control skill to permanently keep enemies in a certain state.

Each of the three abilities is more buggy than the last.

Unless the opponent has similar abilities or a special way to break it, they basically have no choice but to surrender when faced with this kind of magic.

However, Murphy is more concerned with the potential applications of time in a wider range of fields than with applying its power to combat.

For example, could we put a time accelerator on certain devices to make some machines work a hundred times faster?

In this way, even before attosecond lasers have been developed, physicists can observe the movement of electrons, thus advancing human cognition from the microscopic scale to the electronic level.

Alternatively, it could increase the objective computing speed of supercomputers by another hundred times without considering losses.

Or, we could conduct research and development and production of various materials and pharmaceuticals at a hundred times the speed.

This is a technology that, literally speaking, allows humanity to fast-forward into the future.

Or could we use a time loop to perform an infinite iteration calculation, like exploiting a bug, and instantly find the answer to any solvable problem?

However, Murphy feels that this will most likely turn into something like a "lock-picking spell," still confined within certain rules.

However, the versatility of time magic is also a problem.

If someone were to try to remove the time converter from the machine for their own use, it would become a source of social instability.

To ensure that it only produces positive effects and avoids negative ones, a great deal of thought and practical testing is still needed.

In fact, this problem is not unique to time magic; the application of various types of magic faces similar dilemmas to varying degrees.

Murphy thought for a moment and, through the pioneers, established a long-term sociological research project specifically for studying how to use the power of magic more rationally and effectively.

However, before large-scale application, the use of time magic on a small scale should be controllable. With this, many current research projects can be accelerated.

For example, the ongoing Human Genome Project should produce results in just a few days.

As Murphy was pondering these things, a report from Rasim came through his mental network: "Master, Peterson has been kidnapped."

……

Denmark.

Odense, the ancient forest.

In the ancient forest, several wizards suddenly appeared as space distorted.

The first burly male wizard with a small mustache was holding a shorter male wizard by the collar. After recovering from the slight dizziness, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain, we did it!" a young Danish Auror shouted excitedly. "Did you see those Englishmen's faces? They were absolutely terrified!"

A slight smile crept onto Lenstrom's lips. He then grabbed the short wizard and said, "Peterson, you cunning traitor! Did you think you could escape punishment by siding with Murphy?!"

"Hmph, only three Aurors are protecting you," another Auror scoffed. "Looks like the British don't take you seriously either."

"Lenstrom..." Peterson's face broke into a smile more like a grimace. "I had no choice, I just wanted to live... Please, don't take me back... I'll give you money, I'll give you money..."

As he spoke, he pulled a handful of Galleons from his pocket. "Here you go, all my money is yours, please, don't take me back, they'll kill me..."

As he spoke, he suddenly shoved the gold coins into Lenstrom's hand, then pulled out a handful from his pocket and gave them to another Auror, "And there's more here..."

The Aurors were momentarily stunned as they looked at the handful of glittering Galonna in their hands.

This handful of money, roughly equivalent to a month's salary, wasn't enough to sway them, but the other party's casual attitude, as if they were just handing out two pieces of candy, shocked them somewhat.

This guy just joined them, and he's already treating money like it's nothing?

How much did Murphy actually give him?

But soon, this shock turned into resentment, the instinctive resentment of hard-earned money workers towards capitalists who lie down and count their money.

"Who the hell wants your stinking money!" An Auror threw all the Galleons at Peterson's face.

"You can count them yourself in jail!"

But at that moment, the gold coins that had fallen to the ground suddenly made a soft sound at the same time.

Then, there was another "ding," this time much louder than before.

The next moment, the vibrations of the gold coins formed a voice: "Warning! The Wizarding Alliance has the right to protect any citizen of the Alliance! Kidnapping a citizen is tantamount to making an enemy of the Wizarding Alliance! Such actions will be severely punished! Kidnappers are hereby warned! Immediately release the hostages! Compensate for the losses and apologize! Otherwise, the Wizarding Alliance will use all means to protect the lives and property of its citizens!"

"warn……"

Lenstrom kicked the gold coins, scattering them everywhere, and the vibrations immediately subsided.

"Quickly! Take him back!"

……

Southeast of Odense, the Kattegat Strait.

Underwater, 100 meters.

A strangely shaped palace stands on the seabed.

This is the Danish Magic Prison.

The palace once belonged to a fish-man kingdom, but due to an event, the fish-man kingdom rebelled against the wizards. However, they were quickly suppressed and driven out by the wizards. Their palace then became a place to imprison wizard criminals.

At this moment, deep within the palace, in a room that appears no different from the outside world.

An Auror approached the two waiting wizards. "Reporting to the Minister, the operation went smoothly. The criminal Peterson has been apprehended and is being brought here."

"Excellent!" The French wizard with a square face smiled and nodded, raising his glass of red wine to clink with Sorenson across from him.

Sorenson seemed more nervous than him. "I only have a dozen or so Aurors here. When will your wizards arrive?"

"They're ready. They'll come to reinforce us the moment the fighting starts," the French wizard said with a smile. "Don't worry, our Aurors are seasoned veterans, all highly skilled. This time, eighty Aurors from various countries have been sent, even the United States sent five. If they dare to come, we won't let them go back!"

Just then, an Auror suddenly burst in, his young face filled with fear and panic. "Minister! Minister!"

"What's wrong?" Sorenson asked in surprise. "What happened?"

"The ministry...the ministry...the British have broken into the ministry!"

"With Captain Lenstrom gone, no one can stop them..."

Sorenson was shocked and stood up abruptly. "What did you say?!"

"The Ministry of Magic is about to fall!"

(End of this chapter)