Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 64 The Mad Scientist

"What?" Boris was somewhat confused.

"For some reason, my identity in Muggle society—you'll soon understand what that means—simply put, my identity needs to be kept secret. But the founder of Umbrella Corporation can't stay hidden forever, so I need you to become me, to become Morpheus Annon."

"But we don't look alike at all."

"That's alright. Morpheus Annon is a fake identity, and I've never appeared in public. I can change all the information to yours. From now on, you'll be the founder of Umbrella Corporation. And I'll use your appearance when I appear in the future."

Boris understood. "I am your shadow warrior."

"good."

This is something Murphy has always wanted to do.

However, he has not yet found a suitable candidate.

Boris is a good candidate. Murphy has seen his memories and knows he is a principled and intelligent man. In addition, he has been turned into a vampire and is not accepted by the Muggle world, making him a perfect candidate to be brought to his side.

Moreover, he has weaknesses and vulnerabilities, and as long as Marianne is around, Murphy is confident that he will not betray him.

After thinking for a long time, Boris finally nodded, "Okay."

He had already prepared to give his life to avenge Marianne. Without Murphy, his life might have ended there, and it would have been filled with regret.

Now that Mariana has returned safely, his previous life has become a thing of the past along with that true blood.

So, it doesn't seem unreasonable for Murphy to use the extra years he has left, aside from taking care of Marianne. After all, he earned the extra money because of Murphy, so it's only natural to give some back to him.

……

Murphy led Itzhak Milburn back to the basement of the mansion, where they arrived at a medical laboratory.

Murphy then called over several researchers, saying, "The experiment you've been wanting to do can be done now."

After speaking, he looked at one of the men wearing gold-rimmed glasses. "Niklas Dolby, I remember you used to be a surgeon? Your previous research projects included studies on the effects of White Licorice and the Beauty Potion on cosmetic surgery, right?"

"Yes, sir. I am currently in Andrew's Transformation Research Group. My research task is about the effects of potions and spells on superficial tissues such as the skin."

Murphy nodded, then looked at the other two, "Funness Bachmann, Omid Abbott, you've chosen to research the Oblivion Curse and the Imperius Curse, right?"

Funes Bachmann was a slightly balding, serious man, while Omid Abbott was slightly overweight and always had a smile on his face.

Both are psychologists and neuroscientists who are dedicated to studying the relationship between memory, the brain, and cognition.

"Yes, boss."

"Very good," Murphy said. "You've all submitted ideas about human trials to me. Usually, my attitude towards this type of testing is similar to that of the outside world. I don't completely prohibit human trials, but that should only be done if animal and in vitro experiments cannot achieve the desired results."

"Even if it is necessary, it should be done after a sufficient safety assessment, under the premise of ensuring that it will not cause irreversible harm to the test subjects. Moreover, the full consent of the test subjects must be obtained."

"We cannot treat humans like animals."

"This is not only morally wrong, but also a matter of adhering to a scientific, rational, and cautious experimental approach. Conducting experiments that are harmful to the human body unnecessarily, or treating experimental subjects too carelessly, reflects a lack of consideration for one's experimental plan and a lack of scientific rigor. We absolutely do not advocate this!"

The researchers in front of him lowered their heads slightly upon hearing this.

Unlike most of the more normal researchers in the institute, they all had a psychological tendency to do whatever it takes to achieve scientific results.

Once inside this underground laboratory and exposed to unconventional things like magic, the mad scientist tendencies within them were activated.

Since Murphy's experimental goals were not noble, perhaps he didn't have much moral motivation either.

So they wanted to try out experimental methods that wouldn't be allowed in the outside world.

For example, using death row inmates to conduct experiments on mind magic, to explore mind magic, human psychology, memory, and brain-related research.

But at this moment, after being lectured by Murphy, they felt uneasy and ashamed. Murphy was right. Putting aside the moral aspects, considering bypassing practical obstacles and directly and crudely conducting human experiments from the outset was clearly an oversimplification of their plan.

"However, I will seriously consider your application when it is truly necessary."

Murphy suddenly changed the subject.

"Moreover, in fact, there are indeed some people in this world who are even worse than animals."

As Murphy spoke, he led the group into the laboratory and pointed to Itzhak Milburn, who was strapped to the experimental table.

"This man is a drug kingpin who has killed countless people. He has committed every imaginable atrocity, including drug trafficking, robbery, murder, rape, and human trafficking. Even killing him ten times would not be enough to cleanse his sins. We no longer need to consider him one of our own. He is a depraved beast infected by the most vile virus."

"Human rights mean nothing to him. So naturally, we don't need to talk about human rights with him."

"You can do whatever you want to him."

"However, I have a few requests," Murphy said. "First, don't let him die; he's still useful to me."

"Second," Murphy pulled out a photo of Alex Wood and handed it to Nicholas Dolby, "You can experiment on him with the effects of potions like White Violet and Beauty Elixir on his skin, but ultimately, I require that you have plastic surgery to make him look like Alex."

"Is it possible?"

Nicholas glanced at Yzak on the lab table. "He's a bit older than Master Aristotle, a bit fatter, shorter, and his face shape doesn't quite match. Plastic surgery would be a bit of a hassle."

"I might need to break his leg bones to make them regrow, shave off some of the bones in his face, and almost all of his facial skin will need to be redone... However, it shouldn't be a big problem. With potions like White Violet and Bone-Growing Elixir, I believe I can do it."

"Very good, then I'll leave him to you for the next few days."

He then said to Funes Bachmann and Omid Abbott, "I need to erase many of his memories and implant some false ones in him."

"During this process, we can experiment with the effects of hypnosis, electrical stimulation, and psychedelic drugs on memory-related spells. We can also pre-process his brain, such as by staining neurons, to understand the mechanisms by which spells like Legilimency and Forgetfulness affect the nervous system. Do either of you have any questions?"

"No problem!" The two were very excited.

Omid asked, "Can we open his skull? With some cleansing spells and a sterile environment, we can ensure we don't cause him too much damage. But this would help us implant electrodes and other devices in his brain, allowing us to better monitor his brain activity..."

Murphy looked at the two people opposite him with admiration. They were indeed mad scientists with brilliant ideas.

"Okay, we'll prepare a plan. I'll cooperate with you over the next few days."

(End of this chapter)