Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"What did you say?!"

"Mr. Patrick and all the injured members of the security team were taken to St. Mungo's by the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters personnel. They let the Muggle side control the public opinion and say that there was an explosion... But it didn't work very well, Patrick. Mr. was featured in Time Magazine. After yesterday’s press conference, he received the attention of the world. It is impossible to suppress the fact that his home was attacked..."

But Murphy didn't care about public opinion anymore, "How is Patrick? Where is his family?"

"Mr. Patrick's throat was torn. When the Aurors and Disaster Department personnel arrived, he was already unconscious and on the verge of death. They managed to block his wounds first, but it is said that he is still unconscious..."

"As for Mr. Patrick's family, Mrs. Audrey was scratched by a werewolf, but her injuries were not life-threatening."

"Where is Ares? Is Patrick's son okay?"

"They didn't find Ares. The Aurors speculated that the werewolf took the child away..."

Murphy stood up suddenly, "What did you say?"

"Director, you..."

Murphy didn't listen to her and suddenly disappeared.

He arrived at the second floor of St. Mungo's. As soon as he appeared, he saw several Aurors guarding the door of a ward, and the Auror captain standing there happened to be an acquaintance of his.

Kingsley Shacklebolt saw Murphy striding towards him, and stretched out his hand to stop him, "The Aurors are on a mission. Unrelated persons are not allowed to enter this ward."

Several Aurors also stopped in front of Murphy.

"Go away." Murphy said, "I don't have time to waste time with you here."

"Do you have anything to do with those bitten Muggles? Murphy? If you admit that you are involved with the Umbrella Company, can I let you in, or will you continue to deceive even at this moment?"

Murphy turned his gaze and looked at Kingsley.

In a part of his consciousness, he clearly understood that Kingsley was trying to trick him. This was a trap. By linking himself to the protective umbrella, he could gradually prove that he had violated the Wizarding Secrecy Act.

Kingsley became wiser and more unscrupulous.

He has realized that in order to deal with himself, he must be more cunning and have no bottom line. Only at this moment can he break through his own defenses and allow himself to tell the truth.

The righteous Auror captain in the past was unlikely to do this.

But in another part of his consciousness, he only felt noisy.

"Kingsley, get out of the way!"

"Patrick Duncan," Kingsley looked at the information in his hand, "Vice President of Umbrella Group, President of Isis Pharmaceuticals and Camelot Group, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Sophon Technology, your Muggle representative, he is your friend Or do you just regard him as a chess piece that can be discarded at any time? Just like the nameless corpse? "

"You know, Murphy, this is the price you pay for breaking the Law of Wizarding Secrecy."

"It was you who brought him such a disaster!"

"Dark wizard!" An Auror snorted coldly.

"Will he have friends? Will he care about the life and death of others? It's just a cat crying over a mouse."

"Go back to your lair."

"I guess he must know many of your secrets." Kingsley said, "If we give him Veritaserum, everything you have done will be exposed."

"So, are you here to visit your friends? Or are you here to kill someone and silence them?"

Kill and silence?

No, Kingsley didn't really believe this.

He must have done a detailed investigation. He knew that Patrick was very important to him. He knew that he had a good relationship with him. He knew that at this moment, if he blocked here and said such words, he would definitely make himself furious.

He was just doing it to piss himself off.

Reason says: Don’t fall for their tricks.

However, Anger said: Ha! Go to hell!

He glared at Kingsley, and a strange change occurred in his eyes. His pupils turned into funnel-shaped pupils, the big one was like a deep well, the small one was like a black star, and the irises were Like millions of stars swirling in the sky.

In an instant, the knowledge about hypnotism in the library flashed through his mind, along with the research results of the mind research team on the soul-stealing curse and the seed of the mind.

When he spoke again, the sound seemed to have been repeated and vibrated countless times, filling the entire space, making everything tremble and roar, surrendering to the sound.

"Go away!"

he said, his voice deafening.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then Kingsley nodded and took a step aside.

"You can't break in! This is St. Mungo's, oh! It's you!" Hippocrat recognized Murphy, "Get out! You're not welcome here..."

"Bang!" Murphy punched the quack doctor aside.

There was a trainee therapist next to him, who was also a little girl. She was looking at him tremblingly, "I, I don't know anything, I'm new here..."

"Is there a rope?" Murphy asked directly, ignoring her.

"W-what?"

Forget it, Murphy tore off a sheet, took out his wand, tore it into strips of cloth, and then connected them end to end with a transformation spell to form a long rope.

Then he went to see Patrick. Fortunately, he was still breathing. Audrey was breathing more steadily, but there were several bloody claw marks on her face and neck.

In addition, there are members of the Muggle security team, who are all Patrick's bodyguards. There are twenty-three members in total, fourteen of whom are lying on the hospital bed. They have all been cast a coma spell and have different injuries. , although the bleeding has stopped, it still has not healed.

The other nine people were lying on the ground on the other side, their bodies already cold. Their injuries were much more serious, and even more than half of someone's neck was bitten off.

Murphy frowned and silently waved his wand. Everyone, including the corpses, were neatly arranged on the floor, and then tied up with the rope.

St. Mungo's can't cure werewolf bites at all, and the remaining injured here must risk their lives to become werewolves or die.

Murphy must take them to the Institute of Magic.

He glanced at the trainee therapist again, "What's your name?"

"W-Valia Oster."

"Walia, do you want to work in a better place?"

"No, I don't really miss you, sir..." Varya shook her head in fear, "I want to stay at St. Mungo's, okay, sir?"

"Sorry, I'm afraid you have no choice." Murphy took the wand and cast a portkey spell on the rope, and said to Varya, "Go and grab the rope."

There was no way he could hide the fact that he broke into St. Mungo's ward and took away all the Muggles bitten by werewolves.

He wanted to take Varya away not to prevent her from revealing any information, but because he felt that if he wanted to treat so many patients, the Magic Institute's only current therapist, Elody, might be too busy.

Varya cried out, but still obediently grabbed the rope.

This person even knocked out the attending therapist, so how could she dare to say no?

Thanks to Long Qicangmang for the reward, thank you for your support~