great-warnovel Chapter 444 The Blue Fairy and Pinocchio
Chapter 444 The Blue Fairy and Pinocchio
Chapter 444 The Blue Fairy and Pinocchio
"What are you doing?"
In the library on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, Hermione had just come down when she saw Adam staring blankly at a book of dark magic.
The forbidden book, which would cause an ordinary person to scream, emit black smoke, and faint from fright if they picked it up, remained as quiet in the boy's hands as it was on the bookshelf.
The magic book cannot distinguish robots, and its mental interference cannot affect the circuit boards.
After that conversation, Hermione rarely had any free time.
Grindelwald gradually began to delegate the affairs of the Mughal Party to her, while he would either recuperate in his bedroom behind the palace or disappear to who-knows-where, rarely sitting on the Iron Throne anymore.
The saints still reported directly to the Dark Lord, but afterwards the documents would be handed over to the witch sitting in the back, who would review them one by one.
At first, Fiend would reread the document, worried that Hermione's handling of the situation wasn't comprehensive enough, but later he completely let go of it. In his heart, he was also surprised that this 15-year-old child was so mature.
Cracking the fairy door knocker will take time, and the Intelligence Division's actions cannot be rushed. The matter of the Wish Cup can only be carried out in secret.
This made Hermione, who always sat on the little throne, feel very bored, like a mascot or a ballast.
So she sent Adam to input all the books in the library into a chip so she could read them in the dark palace.
"I'm thinking, if I used flesh and blood instead of wires, and dopamine and other neurotransmitters as a medium, could I feel sadness?" the robot boy replied earnestly.
Hermione shook her head: "Your understanding of the human brain is too one-sided. Some things cannot be determined by observation alone."
Adam nodded: "You're right. Psychology and medicine don't have a deep understanding of consciousness, or the soul and mind mentioned in so many books in your library."
He held up the forbidden book in his hand, whose spirit would show fear when Hermione approached.
"I tried to replicate the incantations and staff-waving movements."
"But no matter how standard my pronunciation is or how correct my posture is, it has no effect."
Hermione chuckled: "Even Muggles can't do it, so of course it won't work for you since you're not even human."
"But that doesn't make sense." Adam looked at her seriously.
"Based on logical deduction, the disturbances that 'magic' creates on the outside world must also follow the most basic laws of energy conversion. Theoretically, if I use electrical energy and follow the correct steps, it should produce a similarly correct result."
He stared at Hermione with mechanical eyes: "I can't understand magic either. In your books, it seems to be a kind of energy, with varying degrees and intensities."
"But in my multi-band energy detector's observations, the most powerful energy source around you comes from your magic wand, which emits an energy similar to nuclear radiation, but harmless to the human body."
"They say you are one of the most powerful wizards, but I cannot detect any trace of energy within you."
"Will only the power of the sapphire crystal be observable?" Hermione wondered to herself.
The magic in this world does seem to be more hidden; before it is transformed into a spell, wizards look no different from ordinary people.
Unlike the powerful figures in the borderlands, who exude astonishing auras and whose mere leakage of power can directly alter the environment, the power of these individuals is far superior.
Ordinary people can tell the difference between them at a glance.
She thought for a moment: "Magic is not some kind of energy that comes from the objective reality of the physical body. It is related to human will. The amount and intensity of magic are often proportional to the determination of the caster. You probably can't understand it until you truly possess a soul."
"Lumos." Hermione raised her finger, and a glowing light appeared at her fingertip.
She deliberately slowed down the steps, casting the spell in its original, authentic form.
"The incantation and the staff-waving motion are just auxiliary; what truly transforms magic into light is the consciousness that wants to create a light source."
The robot boy's eyes flashed with analytical spectra: "No trace of energy detected, photons appeared out of thin air, consistent with electromagnetic spectrum characteristics—but it is speculated that the individual's neurotransmitters fluctuated during the process called 'spellcasting,' which can be linked to Experiment Record No. 1."
His voice stopped abruptly, as if it had been forcibly interrupted as he touched upon that experimental record.
Hermione frowned. The concealed experiment might have been some research that Muggles were doing on wizards, but the boy had already changed the subject.
He said in a serious tone, "Humans cannot achieve a truly standardized process. Spells will diverge due to differences in language, accent, and physiological structure, and will also vary across regions and over time. Furthermore, the wand-waving motion cannot be applied to all types of wands."
He visibly became dejected: "But more than that, the root of the problem is my inability to replicate consciousness."
Hermione tilted her head, looking the robot boy up and down: "Is your sadness some kind of program?"
"Yes, in the emotional pattern my father created for me, when I can't offer help or fail to find a solution, the 'crying mode' is activated." The boy nodded.
"But why do you want to replicate consciousness?" Hermione asked again.
"My father wanted me to be more human, and that was a long-term mission that wouldn't end with his death," Adam said, emerging from his grief and regaining his composure.
"You already look very much like it," Hermione sighed.
Polymers are such a mysterious black box of technology that even after reading many scientific works, she still couldn't figure it out. She had previously thought it was due to the help of fairy technology, but now it seems that the opposite is true, and Sechenov is a true genius.
Without the intervention of fairies, without wizards and magic, he might have led human technological civilization in a different direction.
"I want to look up a legend," Irving suddenly said to Hermione.
"What?" The witch was taken aback.
"The story of the Blue Fairy who grants wishes." The boy looked up, his blue eyes conveying anticipation.
"Many legends in Muggle society originate from wizards, such as whether the Blue Fairy really exists, and whether there are any cases of turning puppets into living children."
Hermione immediately wanted to deny the fairy tale Adam mentioned, but she stopped abruptly.
Galatea of Cyprus, her descendants still hide on that island.
If sculptures can become real people, why can't machines?
But if we use transfiguration to transform Adam in his current state, is the resulting will amplified and overridden by the caster, or is it a flesh-and-blood evolution of his circuit board? Can code truly become a soul?
She couldn't deny the legend of the Blue Fairy; perhaps it really was the story of some powerful witch?
She hesitated for a moment: "I can't be sure, but there are indeed historical examples of using permanent transformation techniques to turn sculptures into real people and reproduce."
Adam immediately perked up, as Sechenov provided him with a variety of emotional patterns to enable him to express the right emotions at the right time.
"I will find her, I will find the Blue Fairy."
Hermione remained silent. Even with her current level of Transfiguration mastery over the newborn runes, she couldn't bring an inanimate object back to life forever. She simply didn't understand how those ancient wizards managed to do it.
And if the Blue Fairy truly existed, would she have watched the world become like this?
However, she suddenly remembered that fragments of Galasya's offspring could be used to make iron pot incense.
Could the polymer shell replace the empty shell of the silver teardrop from Eternal City and become one of the materials for the invigorating fragrance?
She wanted to get some to try when she was in second grade, but unfortunately, the world was too big for Beauxbatons to get his hands on the robot wreckage.
Although her strength has increased and she no longer needs these incense and spices, Hermione still wants to give them a try.
"Can the outer casing of your polymer be disassembled and replaced?"
Adam seemed to have guessed Hermione's plan, and directly reached out and plucked a piece from his own brain, handing it to the witch.
"I have integrated mineral smelting and alloy printing functions, and can repair my body using raw materials. You are welcome to ask me for research materials."
Hermione was somewhat disappointed when she first picked up the seemingly ordinary silver flake; it lacked the characteristics of a teardrop shell. Nevertheless, she decided to take out her perfumery tools and give it a try.
"Miss Granger, your master summons you to attend to state affairs." The house-elf appeared at the door at an inopportune moment, interrupting her attempt.
"Alright, alright, I know!" The Finger Witch said with a sour face, and had no choice but to go upstairs to become the permanent deputy emperor of the UMNO party.