Harry Potter: Using science to be IMMORTAL

Arkaim.

"Are you sure you just want to stroll around the town?" Murphy asked, "I've been quite free recently, we could go further."

"No need, my current condition would only cause you trouble if we went far," Sophia said, dressed in a white gown, wearing a small hat, holding a parasol, and even wearing sunglasses. "It's cloudy today, so just walking around the streets with me is fine. Even though I grew up here, I've never really explored the city."

Looking up, she saw Murphy staring intently at her, "What? Is my outfit strange?"

"No, I just suddenly thought that the lab should accelerate their research to eliminate the vampire's weaknesses."

"Why?" the queen asked, puzzled.

"You're almost wrapped up like a zongzi (rice dumpling)." Murphy shook his head, "It's such a pity."

Sophia had almost completely transformed into a vampire, beginning to develop an aversion to sunlight. Intense UV rays would directly burn her skin, so even on a cloudy day, she was fully armored, hardly exposing any skin.

The queen felt a bit embarrassed, "Does it look bad?"

"You look beautiful," Murphy said, "Next time, let's go out at night. It's too hot in the summer for you."

Sophia probably understood what he meant, her face reddening slightly, "You're also wrapped up tightly, aren't you?"

Murphy was, as usual, clad in a black robe, but he didn't mind, "This robe has a cooling charm on it. Feel it."

Indeed, when Sophia placed her hand on Murphy's arm, she could indeed feel a sensation like cold water.

But if he was worried about the heat, couldn't he just wear less?

"That won't do," Murphy said, "Have you ever seen a Dark Lord in shorts? That would be too degrading!"

Sophia couldn't help but laugh, but it was nice to have a human-shaped air conditioner by her side in the summer. She linked her arm with Murphy's, "So you admit you're a Dark Lord now?"

"Many people already call me that," Murphy said.

He had killed half the members of the Federation with a missile. Although there was no evidence, many people assumed it was Murphy's doing. After all, a Muggle missile mysteriously and accurately killing so many wizards couldn't possibly be a coincidence.

And since those wizards were preparing to deal with Murphy, his death was the biggest beneficiary, coupled with Murphy's power in the Muggle world, it seemed only he could have done it.

Suspicion does not require evidence, and in the wizarding world, this was practically a given.

Murphy, of course, denied it, but he didn't really care. His mindset was very relaxed.

If they're dead, what can they do to me?

They walked along a path down from the sacred mountain. Arkaim's most bustling streets were located halfway up the mountain. Although they could have used the instant darkness powder to teleport there, it wasn't necessary. They were just out for a walk, and the scenery on both sides was very nice, so they walked.

The architecture in Arkaim mixed many styles; some looked extremely quaint, while others were very luxurious. Over a thousand years, countless marks had been left on this city.

Walking on the streets felt like viewing an architectural exhibition.

"It's interesting. Every time I come to Arkaim, I feel like I've traveled back in time," Murphy said.

"So, in your eyes, am I also an antique?" the queen asked, posing a loaded question.

"Not at all. You're a fresh flower," Murphy smiled.

The queen, amused by his response, clung closer to his arm and then recalled their previous topic, slightly worried.

"Aren't you afraid of making enemies with all wizards? What if they sabotage your Muggle industries and ruin your plans?"

The dead wizards and the Soviet Union were unrelated, and the queen wasn't exactly a moral crusader with a strong sense of justice. She didn't see anything wrong with Murphy's methods. What's the difference between using Avada Kedavra or a missile against enemies?

As for Azkaban? It might not be more humane than Avada Kedavra.

However, if it were confirmed that Murphy had killed so many wizards, he would inevitably become the enemy of all wizards, which would be very detrimental to his plans.

"The Wizarding Federation is just a bunch of rabble," Murphy said. "Since I could destroy them, I naturally won't let them easily unite again."

"What do you plan to do?" the queen asked. "The British Ministry of Magic has already left the Federation, so it should be hard for you to influence them, right? Or do you plan to have the British Ministry rejoin the Federation?"

"The British Ministry of Magic has already left the Federation; there's no reason to go back," Murphy said.

"But, who said there can only be one international wizarding organization like the Federation?"

"The Wizarding Federation was born out of the Secrecy Law, but the Secrecy Law is almost obsolete."

"Those guys I killed wanted to deal with me because they wanted to emulate me, become me. Desire, once aroused, won't easily disappear. They're dead, but naturally, others will step forward, especially when they realize that the Wizarding Federation is not invincible and the Secrecy Law is not absolute."

"I don't want anyone to grow strong on my flesh and blood, but I do want more wizards to become my fellow travelers. These people are not naturally my enemies; they just need guidance, a leader, someone to show them the road to wealth."

The queen's eyes widened; she somewhat guessed what Murphy was planning.

How does this man always come up with so many strange methods, turning enemies into friends, drawing opponents onto his chariot, making everyone willingly be driven?

"I plan to establish a Wizarding Alliance. This alliance won't be supported by a utopian ideal but will bind everyone together through tangible benefits."

"In this alliance, the Secrecy Law will be rewritten. I will offer wizards benefits that match their 'magical' traits, a vast amount of wealth and status."

"On one hand is the Wizarding Federation demanding everyone to discreetly hide the existence of magic, and on the other is joining the Wizarding Alliance, gaining unprecedented wealth and status under my rules."

"I believe most wizards know how to choose."

The idyllic picture of a small nation and pastoral life is indeed beautiful, but it's a realization one comes to after indulging in the splendors of life.

For those truly trapped

 in the pastoral life unable to escape, their eyes only see mud and suffering.

The difference between being confined by nature and returning to nature after experiencing prosperity is stark.

What Murphy offered the wizards was the chance to leave that small utopia, to witness and even control the bustling world.

Not everyone is Dumbledore.

Murphy believed not many could refuse such an opportunity.

"The Wizarding Alliance... Can Arkaim join too?" the queen asked.

"What are you talking about," Murphy laughed, "There can't be an alliance with just the British Ministry of Magic. Of course, Arkaim is a founding member."

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