Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Murphy had a fever for two days. When he woke up, he felt as if a layer of skin had fallen off his body.

However, his condition has improved a lot. The terrible feeling of dying suddenly at any time has disappeared, and there is no more dull pain and fatigue. His appetite has improved a lot, and he always feels hungry after waking up.

The medical team extracted his body tissue and did some tests, which confirmed this, "The aging of your body's cells has been alleviated. We tested the epithelial cells and found that their life span has been extended and they can divide four to four times." Five times.”

"However, although the genetically modified virus repaired part of the cell damage, due to your genetic defects, this damage continues to accumulate, and some of it is difficult to be repaired by current technology."

"Until a better solution is found, you should still avoid using transformation abilities or taking transformation potions to avoid stimulating the progression of the disease."

Murphy didn't intend to solve the problem at once, and he wasn't too disappointed.

In the next few days, he made some arrangements for the work of the institute, assigned more people to the vampire gene research team, and raised its priority to the highest level, making it the same level as the transformation research team and the conjuration research team. Able to maximize the resources of the institute.

If they can make another major breakthrough - such as finding a key anti-aging gene and improving the effect of cell repair technology by several orders of magnitude, maybe he won't need to use the Philosopher's Stone.

On the other hand, Umbrella’s recruitment of cancer cell markers is also progressing steadily.

He has already formulated rules for the subsequent arrangements and work processes of these people, and asked Boris to recruit several professional managers to take charge.

The Marker signed a magical agreement after joining the company and joined his psychic network without knowing it. The process was all carried out in accordance with the standard procedures of the Muggle workplace, and there was nothing unusual about it.

In the research institute, he has also prepared more than a hundred groups of germs, added communication psychic seeds, and set up a regular feeding mechanism for them.

At that time, when the sample labeling work is on track, he only needs to send the labeling information and feedback results before and after the sample is fed.

Murphy was relieved that there was no risk of sudden death for the time being, and his eyes returned to the Philosopher's Stone.

Has Tom cheered up?

You still have to work, so you can't stay depressed.

Moreover, the task of obtaining the magic stone is still imposed on him, and he lacks motivation to complete it. He must be willing to do it from the bottom of his heart.

The Dark Night of the Soul has been dark long enough, and it’s time to move on to the next act.

But we still have to see if there is any suitable opportunity.

…

Tom has been in a daze these past two days.

Harry and Ron tried very hard to cheer him up, and they also gave him a lot of relief, but he didn't get much better. He didn't even know how to tell them what he had really experienced.

After all, even he himself has not yet fully understood what is going on.

He still doesn't know his true identity, and he still doesn't understand why the notebook chose him.

He now doesn't know what is true or false, nor what to believe.

All the clues seemed to indicate that his situation was extremely bad, but only one thing in that information seemed to be certain: that notebook could not be trusted, and it was using himself, trying to get himself the magic stone to help it resurrect.

He no longer wanted to be at the mercy of his notes.

He even tried to destroy the notebook at one point.

But ordinary spells didn't seem to work. He used almost all the spells he knew, and tried many potions. He even tried burning, sulfuric acid, acupuncture, etc., but he couldn't harm the notebook at all.

If magic doesn't work, what about Muggle weapons?

While learning those experimental methods, he followed Mr. Murphy and learned a lot about Muggle things, some of which seemed to have great power...

But before he could think of any method, another more pressing problem made him give up the idea.

[There is something more important. What does the notebook mean when it says ‘you are dead’? 】

His words didn't seem to be alarmist.

In order to verify this, he prepared a bottle of water of life and death. After drinking it, although his body became extremely heavy, he did not fall asleep because of it, and he could even continue to control his body activities.

It wouldn't make sense if it was just because the water of life and death didn't work on him - he experimented with a needle on his skin, and he couldn't feel any pain at all.

The water of life and death seemed to have only isolated his body's feelings, causing his body to fall asleep, but his soul was still awake.

[The soul and body are not synchronized, which is obviously abnormal. 】

He went to the library many times and looked up a lot of information about death and the soul, and he did find some information that could explain these phenomena.

He now knows that there are some dark magics that can control corpses and make them move. Even the most advanced ones can make corpses have heartbeats and breathing, making them look alive.

But even the Inferi made by the most advanced black magic cannot have a soul. It is for this reason that they are immune to most psychic magic, and some effects that may affect the mind are not immune to them. kick in.

This moment gave him hope again, after all, he should have a soul.

But soon, he remembered the magic mentioned in the memory of Tom Riddle talking with a certain professor.

[Since it is possible to store fragments of the soul in objects, is there no way to store the soul in a body? 】

Maybe that notebook - or that Voldemort used some kind of terrible black magic that is still unknown, just sealed his soul in this living corpse?

This conjecture frustrated him greatly.

If he is really dead, if he is really just a ghost wrapped in the skin of an inferi, then perhaps the only way to truly live is to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Perhaps it was because of this that the Book of Guidance told him the truth.

He couldn't resist at all, could he?

Just like what was written in that mission, if he wants to survive, he must get the magic stone no matter what.

…

"Tom." On the third day of Christmas, after dinner, Harry quietly called Tom and pulled him into a corner. "At ten o'clock tonight, we will wait for you outside the Slytherin lounge."

"What?" Tom didn't quite understand.

"We found something good, you must come and see it!"

"Sorry, I don't really want to go out. Thank you for your kindness..."

"No, it's not a surprise party..." Ron said, "Really, Tom! You must come and see that thing!"

Tom hesitated for a moment. From that day on, he was like a zombie, and he would most likely not be able to sleep tonight.

[Will you continue to stay alone in the dormitory and think about problems that cannot be solved at all? 】

[That doesn't seem to help at all. 】

"Tom..." The two little wizards looked at him expectantly.

[They probably really want to make me happy. 】

A light bubble seemed to rise from the black mud in his heart, and the slight warmth gave him a little strength, "Okay."

"Great!" Harry and Ron were beaming with excitement, "You won't be disappointed!"