Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Through the magic antenna mounted on the satellite, the original essence manifestation search mode is slightly adjusted, and it can be used to search for the magic frequency of the Holy Mother.

After searching, you only need to adjust the frequency again so that it offsets the Madonna's magical frequency to achieve the effect of annihilation.

None of this is difficult to do under Lucas' control.

So a hunt for the Virgin began.

In order to maintain accuracy, the detection range of a single magic satellite is limited, and the number of satellites is not enough to detect the global surface at the same time. However, these low-orbit satellites are very fast and can generally circle the earth in more than an hour. Hundreds of them can Together, the satellites form an extremely complex orbit, but the area that can be scanned every day is not small.

If the Holy Mother wants to avoid such a scan, she must know the orbits of all more than 300 satellites, calculate the safe points outside the scanning area, and escape to the safe zone in time. This is obvious to the current Holy Mother. It's impossible to do.

Therefore, on average, every ten minutes to half an hour, the Virgin Mary's position will be illuminated by the "searchlight" in the sky. Once illuminated, what awaits it is an annihilation strike at the speed of light.

After being hit, the Virgin will immediately escape through the connection effect between the portraits, but the pulsed annihilation magic is like bullets fired from the zenith, which will always make it pay a little price.

When it was trapped in the laboratory, it suffered a round of blows, and it has not recovered yet. It is shot every day. Although the frequency is not too high, it is not known when it will be shot. The feeling of a shot still made it exhausted.

But after two or three days, Our Lady became a little unbearable.

Satellite feedback signals showed that the Holy Mother's magic strength dropped by 10% in three days, and the later she went, the slower her reaction speed became when she suffered a blow.

"Although I don't know what form it exists in, it seems to be tired. The non-stop and irregular attacks have almost crushed its spirit." Lucas analyzed.

Think about it from the opponent's perspective. The attack comes from thousands of kilometers away in space. There is no way to warn in advance, and you don't know where it is safe. You can't hit it, and you can't run away. It's all day and night. Wow, it's really frustrating.

But the enemy's pain is the source of Murphy's happiness. "Don't stop, keep hitting hard."

"But how are you? Are you tired?" Murphy was still concerned about Lucas's condition.

"I did at first, but I have learned to use automated programs to replace my own mental energy to do this kind of calculation. When the computing power is no problem, repetitive work no longer burdens me."

Murphy raised his eyebrows. Is this the ability of the magic version of the machine after its ascension?

Lucas is equivalent to having an external supercomputer as an auxiliary brain outside of his body.

Repeated logical operations can be handed over to supercomputers, and her own consciousness can perform some abstract thinking. When combined, her real computing power even exceeds some of the supercomputers in the era before Murphy traveled through time. Big data model.

It is basically close to the real general artificial intelligence in science fiction works. Even as Lucas becomes familiar with this way of thinking, he is gradually moving towards the field of super artificial intelligence.

This powerful thinking ability even made Murphy a little excited.

"Okay, try to eliminate it within a month."

…

In fact, it didn't take a month. Half a month later, the Virgin seemed to have been blinded, and the magic power had dropped to 30% of the original. The loss was much faster than expected. Its defeat was already doomed.

Türkiye, Göbekli Tepe.

An old man wearing a turban stood in front of an archaeological site, chatting with a scholar-looking man.

In front of them, dozens of workers were cleaning earth and rocks in the pit.

In the pit, several huge T-shaped boulders carved with various animals have been cleared out and formed into several circles.

After a while, the old man said goodbye to the scholar and came to the shade of a nearby tree, where a well-dressed old gentleman stood.

"How is it? Has your curiosity been satisfied?" Grindelwald asked.

"It's very amazing. You should go and take a look. Those huge rocks are more than 12,000 years old. To complete such a project, it may require the cooperation of hundreds or even thousands of people. This place may be better than what we have seen before. Civilization was born earlier at the sites we visited."

"Moreover, I feel something different. There are traces of magic here. It is a very special magic."

"What do you mean?"

"The aura of magic is similar to that of the Virgin...and given that this is likely to be a temple or a sacrificial place, gods may have existed here..."

"Did it leave anything behind?"

"No, there is no response from the manifestation of the original substance."

"Then let's go?" Grindelwald said. "Just now, a kind-hearted Muggle recommended to me his favorite delicacies, Dolma and Salma. They look delicious."

"Looks like?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Little Legilimency, don't worry, I just took a look at the most delicious food in my mind, it won't cause any harm to people." Grindelwald didn't care, "I feel like he is very happy to be done like this."

Although Dumbledore felt that it was very inappropriate to use Legilimency on others, especially Muggles, but thinking about what Grindelwald had done, he had to admit that the other party had been very restrained.

They were about to leave, but at this moment, a motorcycle rushed over with billowing smoke. On the motorcycle was a middle-aged and obese woman. She stared at the two of them closely, mumbling something, and behind her One hand that was not holding the handlebar was holding a picture frame high.

"I daresay this is for you, Albus."

Dumbledore frowned, "Let's get out of here."

"We should blow that Muggle woman into the sky and warn that Holy Mother, otherwise, it will keep haunting you."

"We said not to attack Muggles."

"Okay, okay..." Suddenly, the two of them disappeared.

However, when they first arrived at the restaurant, they found that someone was already sitting at the reserved seat. He was a dirty old man with one hand missing. He was wearing shabby clothes and was incompatible with the clean and tidy environment of the restaurant.

"Sure enough, we should blow them up..." Grindelwald said.

"Forget it, let's listen to what it wants to say." Dumbledore was also disgusted with the other party's behavior, but he could not let Grindelwald kill people casually.

Before Grindelwald is truly angered, it is better to hear what the other party is going to do.

Dumbledore sat down at the dining table, "No matter what you want to say, I will not agree. I have made a decision and no longer bear the obligation to save the world. Please come back."