Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 92 Copying a Pair

"Who asks that? Do you want to hear people praise you?"

After a while, just when Murphy thought the topic was over, Selica spoke up again.

"Because...you're handsome."

"You look so good, so amazing, and so cool! When I saw your picture in the Daily Prophet, I liked, cough, I kind of liked you."

Selica seemed to have no choice but to say it all. Since she had already been rejected and might be dying soon anyway, she might as well say it all and leave no regrets.

Murphy listened in silence.

“And you’re different from other wizards.” Selica looked at him with eyes that sparkled like stars. “You seem to be shining. You never seem to hesitate, always moving straight toward your goals. You seem to be afraid of nothing—the inquisitors, Malfoy, and everyone else, even Dumbledore. You’re not afraid of any of them.”

"I have never seen a wizard like you! You are full of power. Powerful enough to destroy everything, yet also capable of rebuilding a world from ruins! No other wizard is like you. Not even the most intelligent wizards, or the Aurors, or even the great figures, you have something they don't."

"And you really are handsome," the girl said, then suddenly stuck out her tongue. "I'm sorry, I lied earlier, I really like you."

"I like you so much, I love you so much. I want to be with you forever..."

As the girl spoke, she suddenly lowered her head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry..."

Murphy was a little unsure how to respond, so after thinking for a moment, he reached out and patted her head.

"It's okay."

He smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to think so highly of me."

"You're making fun of me..." Serica suddenly felt a little wronged. She pouted and couldn't control her emotions. Tears streamed down her face like a dam had been opened.

She wiped her eyes hard. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to cry, but I was so scared... I didn't want to die... I've been so afraid. It's so good to see you at the end..."

The pressure that had been building up since she discovered she was trapped in the village seemed to explode at this moment, making her completely unable to control herself.

She hugged Murphy tightly, sobbing and burying her face in his shoulder, soon making a mess of his clothes.

As she cried, she seemed exhausted, becoming somewhat delirious and even starting to ramble: "I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep, I hope to die while I'm asleep, so there won't be any pain..."

"Mr. Murphy, could you... just one kiss? I want to die happily..."

"..."

"No way. I won't say anything if you take a little advantage, but you're trying to push your luck?"

"what?"

Seeing the other person suddenly freeze in surprise, Murphy found it somewhat amusing. "I've decided, I won't let you die."

Before Selica could react, Murphy cast a petrification spell on her: "Petrify them all!"

Then he added a Freeze spell.

These incantations can slow the progression of her symptoms to the greatest extent possible.

After doing all that, Murphy opened the briefcase and went inside.

Upon re-examination of the bottle that previously contained the magnetic beads, a few black droplets were still found inside.

These magnetic beads are micron-sized, superparamagnetic particles that exhibit magnetism under the influence of an external magnetic field. After the magnetic field is removed, no magnetism remains, making them excellent for cell separation.

Because the particles are very small, even the tiny amount in the bottle is actually quite considerable, but it is far from enough to isolate a sufficient number of T cells.

The fewer T cells isolated, the longer it takes to clone and proliferate. With this amount of magnetic beads, by the time enough specific T cells have proliferated, Celica would probably be long gone.

Even if Celica were to die, it wouldn't significantly affect what Murphy was going to do.

At most, they'll lose one more Alex, but these siblings weren't particularly outstanding to begin with, and there are plenty of people who could replace them.

To be honest, Murphy didn't have much of a feeling for Selica. She was just a pretty girl, and although she had feelings for him, Murphy's feelings for her were still only at the stage of appreciating her beautiful body.

She is not indispensable.

But Murphy didn't want to see the girl who had just confessed her feelings to him die.

Saving Selica wasn't something he absolutely had to do, but at that moment, he wanted to.

I've come into this world and even have magic, so can't I do what I want to do?

Can't I at least not do things I don't want to do?

If I can't, why the hell should I just keep working at the Ministry of Magic?

Once he had decided what he wanted to do, Murphy's thinking became much broader than before.

Perhaps we could search the suitcase for those scattered magnetic beads? We might be able to find some more with a magnet?

Or perhaps, a copying spell?

He held the bottle up to his eyes again, pointed his wand at the black dot inside, and said, "Make a duplicate!"

The bottle in my hand has become two, and the droplets inside have also become two separate items.

Murphy immediately poured the replicated droplets onto the microscope, but to his disappointment, he did not see any magnetic beads the size of cells. Under the microscope, the black droplets remained a black liquid and did not exhibit any microstructure.

Murphy thought about it and had some guesses.

Haldane said that human cognition of things is at the object level. If he wants to replicate the magnetic bead, he must use the magnetic bead as the target. Otherwise, magic will only show him a little black droplet. Although it looks the same to the naked eye, it is still a fake and has no details.

Such a substance is naturally unsuitable for cell separation.

He then smeared a little magnetic bead onto a glass slide and placed it under a high-powered microscope. This time, he saw the real magnetic beads, which were very round, just like the pearls in bubble tea.

"Make a pair!"

There were many more magnetic beads on the slide. They looked exactly the same as the original magnetic beads, but when Murphy tried them with a magnet, he found that these copied magnetic beads did not change at all due to the magnetic field.

They are still fake.

The Copying Charm only replicates its appearance, but since a microscope cannot observe the material and molecular structure of the magnetic beads, the Copying Charm ignores these details.

MagicNet, you're such a clever little devil, you really know how to make things easy for yourself.

So the question is, how can we make it fill in these details?

Murphy started rummaging through drawers and cabinets, and finally found an instruction manual.

After searching for a while, Murphy finally jotted down a few names: polystyrene, iron oxide, carboxylic acid, etc.

These magnetic beads actually have a three-layer structure: the innermost layer is polystyrene, the middle layer is a magnetized layer of iron oxide, and the outermost layer is an organic compound with carboxyl groups.

Having learned the structure, Murphy found a piece of foam—it was polystyrene—and a magnet from the broken instrument—most of which was iron(III) oxide. He then rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found a bottle of salicylic acid—which is a type of carboxylic acid.

The magnet was smashed with a hammer, then ground into powder, which was then mixed with crumbly foam and poured into a small bowl. Finally, salicylic acid was added.

Murphy cast a Polymorph spell on the rough mixture, blending them into a paste.

With the materials ready, Murphy applied a small amount of the material to the glass slide, placing it next to the actual magnetic beads.

I have prepared the materials for you. I have clearly written down the size, shape, and even the structure. I have even put the samples here. I have made my requirements very clear. How will you respond?

"Make a pair!"

(End of this chapter)