Harry Potter: Using science to be IMMORTAL

Celica ran away.

Murphy rubbed his right cheek.

Damn, if you can't play the game, why act so arrogant!

He flipped through the pile of research materials she had left behind. It was evident that these folks had put in a lot of effort. Just the various reference spells they had gathered numbered in the seventies or eighties. Countless manuscripts piled up like a small mountain, suggesting that her previous remarks about their hard work might not have been an exaggeration.

However, he was running out of patience. On one hand, Bai Xian's research was on the right track, and more and more Muggles were joining the institute. On the other, a new R&D base would be completed in a month or two. He planned to move all potion research, including the Beauty Potion, there.

The pressure to keep things secret was mounting, and Murphy was never completely at ease relying solely on those Muggle agreements.

Nevertheless, he didn't disband the secret spell research team.

Let them continue their research for now, he decided, while also looking for other avenues.

"Alex, the spell you mentioned you saw, was it in a book at Hogwarts?" he asked.

Alex nodded. "I haven't read much about spells since graduating. It must have been something I came across in school."

But Alex had forgotten the name of the book. Otherwise, as a Ravenclaw graduate, writing a letter to Professor Flitwick to discuss a spell in a book shouldn't pose a problem.

Regardless, he decided to write a letter first.

"Dear Professor Flitwick:

Long time no contact, I hope all is well. First, I should thank you for your care and encouragement during my time at school, which offered tremendous support in my bleak life. You are a great educator, both in imparting knowledge and guiding lives, and I have benefited immensely.

Professor, you are the greatest spell master I know, and I happen to have encountered a dilemma in this field. To address a certain situation, I need a spell that ensures the subject cannot reveal a particular secret.

However, with my current knowledge, I am unable to create such a spell. Do you know of such a spell, or can you provide a direction or idea for creating one?

I look forward to your reply.

With sincere respect and gratitude,

Your student: Murphy Darkholme."

Two days later, Professor Flitwick's reply arrived.

"Dear Mr. Murphy:

I am delighted to receive your letter. Your praise is too generous, but I must admit, it pleases me.

Of course, I am not the greatest spell master, but I am always eager to discuss any spell-related queries with students.

There are many spells I know for keeping secrets, but none that fully match your description. Additionally, from what I understand, achieving the effect you described often involves the realm of dark magic.

In this regard, the Restricted Section of the library might offer some insight, with books like 'Natasha's Evil Spells,' 'Thorn Witch,' 'Balthazar's Deadly Journey,' etc. However, these books are strictly prohibited from being borrowed. You can apply to access them after the school year begins.

Perhaps we can also arrange for you to teach a dueling class to the juniors and seniors. You've always had a gift in this area.

Filius Flitwick."

Murphy read the letter and fell silent. After the school year begins?

It's July now, and school just went on break.

School wouldn't start until September.

And that was just to apply.

Since his last encounter with Dumbledore at Weisengamot, the latter must have become wary of him. Going after dark magic-related stuff and not being suspected of being a dark wizard would be a miracle, let alone getting approval!

Professor Flitwick mentioned it might involve the realm of dark magic...

Could that be why Celica and her team were making slow progress?

After all, ordinary wizards know very little about dark magic.

Even Murphy, a transmigrator, aside from spells like the Shadowless Blade verified in the original story, didn't know much about dark magic.

Should he recruit a dark wizard?

But the dark wizards he knew of, mostly Death Eaters from the original story, were a bunch of oddballs, extremely arrogant and self-absorbed. Getting them to help with research was a pipe dream.

In the entire Harry Potter series, there were only a handful of capable dark wizards.

And all of them combined weren't even half as good as Voldemort.

Thinking of Voldemort, an idea suddenly struck Murphy.

I do have a Voldemort, no, a Tom Riddle... in a diary.

This guy should know a lot about dark magic, and... he might have read the books Professor Flitwick mentioned.

Maybe... I can get some information out of him?

Murphy took out the diary, hesitated for a moment, but eventually called Alex.

Seeing Murphy, Alex looked a bit odd. "Mr. Parker, did my sister upset you?"

"Huh? Why do you ask?"

Murphy felt a bit guilty.

"She's usually very enthusiastic about work, but today she kept making excuses not to come in. Did she do something wrong? My sister's personality is a bit difficult, and if she offended you, I apologize on her behalf."

"Um..."

Thinking about the earlier incident, it was hard to say who offended whom.

"Well... it's just that the progress on the spell research is a bit slow, I just told her off a bit," Murphy quickly changed the subject. "I called you here today to ask for your help."

He pointed to the diary. "This is a dark magic item, a diary with its own consciousness. Writing on it prompts responses from the diary. But using it for too long drains the user's life force, which is very dangerous. However, I want you to help me test its capabilities."

"This..." Alex looked nervous. "That sounds very dangerous..."

"Don't worry. As far as I know, unless you use it continuously for more than half a year, there shouldn't be any significant danger. Also, I will monitor your condition, and if anything seems off, we'll stop the test immediately. As for compensation, I'll give you ten Galleons for every sentence you write in the diary."

"..."

Alex was speechless.

He wanted to say it was inhumane, too careless about his own safety...

But Murphy's offer was too generous.

Ten Galleons per sentence, just a few sentences a day in the diary would equal his monthly salary.

Alex's refusal stuck in his throat, and he ended up saying, "Okay... when do we start?"

"Now!"

Murphy handed a pen to Alex. "Write, 'Hello, diary, I am Lucius Malfoy'."