[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"Since you have discovered the secret of the Three Hallows, why not just create a computer in that world?" When they sat on the plane waiting to take off, the flight attendant handed out orange juice and menus along the aisle on both sides, passing them When he was around, he smiled at Riddle in particular.The latter returned a polite smile uncomfortably, and then whispered, "I mean, why do we have to take such an awkward vehicle to go to the United States?"

"Your first time on a plane?" He looked at Riddle curiously.

The latter nodded with a livid face.

"Here, the vomit bag, I might need it later for takeoff."

"roll!"

Finally Riddle reluctantly squeezed the vomit bag in his hands.

"Things made with the Deathly Hallows are likely to become a black box." He explained simply, "If I can, I still want a real tool without any mystery, not a Something I don't understand at all. Besides, we have promised the Americans to go, so it's hard to miss an appointment."

"What is a black box?" The other party frowned.

"A black box is an unknown system, mysterious. You know what goes in and what goes out, but you don't know the process in between. In fact, I am such a black box now." He checked his hands, they It looked completely normal, and even the skin was a little more delicate than he remembered. "I can't know everything about me, remember my DNA map, remember the composition of every cell in my body, and even their molecular structure, atomic structure... There are too many I don't know, or I can't do it all at once. I imagined it. But I did create such a body." He remembered what Professor McGonagall said when he taught him transfiguration, "Magic is like this, so I have an instinctive distrust of magic."

"So what if I don't know?" Riddle looked him up and down, "I don't see anything wrong?"

"The queen said that my body is still being perfected. I continue to change my structure and composition unconsciously, and I don't know what it will become in the end. She said that the reason why I have the ability to communicate is because I have some kind of organ." He was frustrated, and he didn't like the feeling of being completely out of control over his own changes. "That kind of organ doesn't exist. We have dissected many worker insects, but we have never found an organ that receives thought signals. I will never find such a thing in my body. I can only know that my body has indeed changed. "

"I don't think there's a difference," Riddle said matter-of-factly. "Since you cannot accurately recognize everything in your body, it is even more impossible for others. Each of us is a black box, so even if the things in your box are different from ours, as long as the input and output The corresponding relationship is the same, so it doesn't matter."

"But if this is the case, the research results of human beings on themselves may no longer apply to me."

"So you're saying, you're probably not a human anymore."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to say." He sat down in his seat, dejected.

"Does it matter?" Riddle raised his eyebrows. "From this point of view, everyone's black box may contain different things. How can it be concluded that human beings are the same species? Besides, this is still a situation where the input-output relationship is consistent, so what about inconsistencies? For example, wizards and marijuana Are melons really the same species?"

"You never considered Muggles and you as the same species." He knew very well that Muggles were in the same category as centaurs, merfolk, and house-elves on the wizarding side.

"You're right." Riddle replied frankly, "I don't think Muggles and wizards are the same kind, and we and wizards can't be regarded as the same kind. It's obvious, the two of us can live forever, and the body can be destroyed. Destruction, but the soul does not, so it can be resurrected again and again. Our current bodies are not naturally produced, they are all created through magic. Now that we have so much in common, you don't have to continue to entangle our Are the things in the black box the same, because we are probably the only two such beings in this world."

They did not continue their discussion on this issue.The flight attendant came over, and they ordered breakfast and lunch. It took more than five hours to go to San Francisco. Riddle found a movie called Independence Day from the entertainment system of the plane and watched it with relish.He was thinking about his own species affiliation, and after being told that by the other party, he felt much better.So what if they are not human beings?He never had a strong sense of belonging to the human group.

After getting out of the immigration check, they immediately found the person who came to meet the plane in the crowd, a young man holding a big sign saying "Stanford University Department of Computer Science".They walked over, and the other party extended his hand excitedly to Riddle, "Nice to meet you, the inventor of the world's first quantum computer. My name is Lawrence Page, and you can call me Larry. Dare I ask you?" Last name?"

"Uh, Tom Riddle. By the way, I'm not the one who invented the computer. I'm only responsible for the power system." Riddle shook hands with the other party awkwardly.

"Oh? Then why didn't the other party come? Or did he arrive later?"

"Here I am." He held up his hand reluctantly.With people coming and going at the airport, his size is easily overlooked.

"You must be joking with me!" Larry's eyes widened when he saw him, "Little friend, are you in junior high school?"

"I'm 16!" He was getting more and more annoyed at how he hadn't noticed the shrinkage back then, and now he's finding trouble. "Although I did not go to junior high school."

"So, you look so young." Larry wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Don't pay attention to what I said just now, I guess you must be students of Hogwarts, right?"

This time it was his turn to be surprised, how could the other party know about Hogwarts?

"Are you a wizard too?" Riddle's eyes flashed red.

"That's right. I used to study at Providence Wizarding Academy." Larry shrugged and took the lead to go out, "Don't talk here, there are Muggles everywhere. Let's go to the garage."

After getting in the car, Larry chattered non-stop as if he had opened up a chatterbox. "When I saw the blueprint you released online, I knew that you, or you, must be wizards, because our wizards in the United States have also studied similar magic power systems. Of course, the final development direction is different from yours. I Should it be said that Britain is indeed one of the birthplaces of witchcraft? Your design is really, um, generous. We can't find a strong enough source of magic magnetic field, but when it comes to shielding magic interference, our thinking is similar. Can’t I become a wizard and not let me use a computer? By the way, have I told you? My whole family studies computers, and my mother teaches at the University of Michigan, where I studied as an undergraduate..."

"Are you a Muggleborn?" Riddle couldn't help interrupting the other party's eloquence.

Larry laughed softly, "Oh, this is really a question that the British would ask. I've heard about your situation. It's been a rough day recently, huh? Run, I wouldn't feel safe if I were. But there are no such people in America, don't worry, we don't have pure-blood wizards."

"How is that possible?" asked the copy of the lunatic who hunted down Muggle-borns. "As far as I know, although there are very few wizards in the UK, they did choose to leave the UK and go to the American continent. After all, that At that time, the International Statute of Secrecy oppressed wizards very hard, and people said that America was a free country."

"This is indeed a free country." Larry said proudly, "but I don't know where all the wizards who came to the United States on the Mayflower went. It may be unprecedented. In the United States, even half-blood wizards are Rare, our class was all Muggleborn."

"What did you mean when you said you were 'sort of' a wizard before?" He found that the wizarding world in the United States was very different from that in the UK.

"Literally." Larry's expression was a bit complicated, as if he was envious and pretending to be indifferent. "I heard that Hogwarts' admissions standards are very strict, and it doesn't mean that you can get in with a bit of magical ability."

"That's true, but you don't have to be a wizard if you enter Hogwarts." As far as he knew, Professor McGonagall's mother didn't meet Hogwarts' admissions standards, but she was undoubtedly a witch.

"How should I put it?" Larry tapped the steering wheel with two thumbs in turn. "According to your standards, I'm probably a squib. Um... I can't say that, after all, neither of my parents are wizards."

He and Riddle looked at each other in surprise, "You can't cast magic?"

"If you're wielding a wand and reciting spells, I really can't." Larry stared forward stiffly, his face flushed slightly, "I can't even say a levitation spell. But convert magic power into electricity and give the phone I can still do it by charging it for a while or something."

They were silent, not knowing what to say.

"It's actually pretty shocking." Larry smiled self-deprecatingly. "When I first discovered my magical powers, I thought they were superpowers. I mean, who hasn't dreamed of waking up and becoming Superman... Ah, forget it, you are British, you don’t know what Superman is. In short, I was very excited at that time, and I felt that although my ability was weak, I would become very strong after practicing, but it was not until the school sent me The acceptance letter, I will only cause a little static reaction next to the electrical appliances. The school courses did not help me too much... You must not have this kind of experience, thinking that even if you are not a big super, you should be a bug anyway, right? It turned out to be just a power bank."

"It's just that the talents are different. I have a classmate's father who is also like this. He is particularly talented in combining magic and Muggle items, but other aspects..." He didn't go on.Arthur Weasley's magical ability is not bad, but because of interest, he didn't use it well. "Now he works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry of Magic."

"Really?" Larry looked cheered up. "It doesn't matter if it's consolation. You see, I'm not very good by wizard standards, but I'm a top student by Muggle standards. My classmate Sergey and I plan to start a company after graduation. I'm developing an algorithm , the basic principle is to estimate the importance of a web page based on the number and relationship of hyperlinks. Sergey, hey, that slippery boy, he was very optimistic about my project, but after your drawings were sent, he put I put all my energy into it. But then again, how many professors have been driven crazy by your drawings..."

"Wait, wait." He suddenly thought of something, estimating the value of a webpage based on the relationship between hyperlinks, isn't this thing called page (page/Page) ranking? "You said your name was Larry Page? You also have a friend named Sergey Brin?"

"Yes, I'm Larry Page, and I have a friend named Sergey, but I didn't tell you his surname is Brin?" Larry glanced at him curiously, "This is some kind of wizard Do you have the ability?"

"Oh, no." He laughed, suddenly feeling that history is so wonderful.That's right, Larry and Sergey will start a company two years later, and that company will be the famous Google in the future. In the era he came from, Google was one of the most important civilian technology research companies. "I hope this project of mine has not delayed you too much."

"No. I was just about to tell you. We are very optimistic about the future of quantum computers, if you don't mind..."

"If you really start such a company, I would be happy to provide you with my patents and technology for commercialization." He said solemnly.

"Great!" Larry slapped the steering wheel excitedly, and the horn sounded a "beep". "But is there a way for this computer to run through Muggles? Do you know? The computer was built, but the professors found it unusable, and they couldn't sleep well. That's why we sent you a letter to check it out Next... after all I can't tell them it's magical."

"Yes, I drew the regular design first, and then gave it to Riddle to change it into a magic-driven version." He took the shoulder bag from Riddle and dug out the original design. "We can't guarantee that this technology will be accepted by the current Muggles. After all, technology is developing too fast, but humans have not seriously thought about what these developments mean. To some extent, it is also very dangerous."

But now he believes that no matter how fast the development of human technology is, it cannot be considered fast.He will release the queen sooner or later, the earth is not a good choice, he needs a sub-light speed vehicle to travel tens of light-years away, and place the Zerg on a planet far away from humans.Although he can live forever, the longer things drag on, the greater the variables, and it would be great to shorten the waiting time.

"This is really great!" Larry parked the car in a heavily guarded underground garage, opened the car door for him, and took the blueprint in his hand, "Come on, I'll take you to see my professor, They're still looking at the prototype and figuring out what went wrong. By the way, I forgot to tell you, this project has been taken over by the US Department of Defense, so there will be some... um..."

They came out, and two soldiers stood there with guns, and it was not known whether they were escorting them or escorting them.

They spent the next month in this unknown institute.The Americans took his original drawings to create a quantum computer that Muggles could use. Larry helped them deal with some cumbersome matters required for patent rights and business operations, and established Google with Sergey in advance.What makes him interesting is that Google's first product is no longer a search engine, but a commercial quantum computer.

Although it is said to be commercial, the quantum computer made by the Americans still makes him a little frowning.He obviously designed it for a tablet computer, but the Americans made a supercomputer that could fill two underground classrooms.He politely declined the super-large screen specially customized by the Americans, but used the resurrection stone to enter another world to make a sensory screen that he was more accustomed to.After Riddell's enlightenment, he is no longer so repulsive to the black box system.Besides, the technology of the sensing screen originally came from the Zerg. In other words, for humans, it is a black box, even if it is made in a black box, it will not be worse.

A month later, he finally completed the basic program and entered the final testing stage.

"So I came here today to show you what we have achieved this month." On the day of the test, they invited Larry to watch. "After the demonstration, we will return to England. I guess if we stay any longer, the US Department of Magic will come to our door."

"Understandable." Larry glanced at the power input, "It's powered by magic now, right?"

"Yes, the magic drive won't last long unless we find an energy source for it." He looked at the cameras embedded in the room, "Larry, you stand here."

"Okay." The other party very cooperatively created a blind spot for the camera for him.

"Now what you see is an ordinary golden snitch." He showed Larry the snitch in his hand, which was a new test snitch they bought before coming to the United States. "But I installed a signal receiver in it so that it can act according to the instructions of the computer. Currently it only has two functions, open and close. Tom, I will leave the rest to you. I will operate it computer."

"Okay, you open the Snitch." Riddle took the Snitch and took out other things from the shoulder bag, "As you can see, this is a box of quail eggs, raw, twelve in total, It's just the right size for a Snitch. We cast the Snitch's inner cavity with the No Trace Stretch Charm so it can hold twelve quail eggs. And this is a set of Russian nesting dolls, also twelve. Now you put these nesting dolls in order They can be placed in any order in the open area of ​​the room, preferably farther apart. And we will use the computer to control the snitch to drop twelve quail eggs on the nesting doll, from the largest to the smallest order."

"It's done." After Larry arranged the doll, he came to the front of the computer screen.

"We have scanned the nesting doll into the computer before." He stood in front of the screen and clicked on the reconnaissance. "Now the snitch is flying in the house according to a specific trajectory, and the real scene is captured and transmitted to the computer to build a three-dimensional scene."

"Cool!" Larry glanced at the virtual scene that quickly appeared on the screen, and then looked around, "I didn't even see it! It flies so fast!"

"We can observe the room from any angle." He adjusted the viewing angle to 45 degrees downward. "For example, we can see each nesting doll very clearly. The snitch is still sending back data, so the images here are updated in real time. Then we select the target," he swipe a finger on the computer screen Area, "Matryoshka will be automatically recognized, you see, they are marked red. We will mark them in order, and then choose to attack..."

"Crack!" The quail egg landed on the head of the largest doll.The next eleven were also perfectly on target.

Larry couldn't help whistling. "Automatic ballistic calculations? But it's not at the limit of this computer, is it? There's also a fire control system, automatic aiming and firing, with an identification friend or foe system. Oh, guys, the Department of Defense won't let you go..."

"We've given you the technology, develop it well." He shut down the computer, retrieved the test snitch, and pulled out his wand, using a shrinking spell to reduce the entire computer to the size of a pizza box. "Now we have to go."

Before the words were finished, a group of American soldiers rushed in wearing bulletproof suits and holding guns, "This is the property of the US government. You... um... have no right to dispose of it..."

"What will happen if we dispose of it?" Riddle also pulled out his wand, and stuffed the shrunken computer into his shoulder bag with the Levitation Charm, "Teach us with that pile of scrap metal in your hands?"

"British, we can arrest you on the charge of spying on other countries' secrets. Believe me, your government will never get you back. This is at the risk of offending the US government..."

"Create a barrier to get out, and we Apparate and leave." He looked at his watch, "Before the US Ministry of Magic arrives."

"No problem." Riddle waved his wand, blocking the group of soldiers outside a transparent cover.The voice of the leading soldier was immediately lost.

"The U.S. Ministry of Magic will write off their memory. They won't remember what happened here." He looked at Larry, who was poking at the transparent barrier curiously, "But I'm sorry to bother you."

"It doesn't matter, what happened during this period is enough to make up for it." Larry smiled, "It's just that I started to feel that it's a pity that I can't use magic. Next time, can you invent a magic trick that allows ordinary people to use magic? device?"

"That's on our plan." He waved at him. "Goodbye, Larry, and thanks for your help."

"Pfft!" He Apparated with Riddle and appeared in front of Platform Nine and Three Quarters at King's Cross Railway Station.

The author has something to say: Thanks to VinRR for the grenades and mines~(≧▽≦)/~