Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

At night, an old castle in Will County.

The dim candles cast shadows in the spacious hall.

The dozen wizards in robes around the round table had been silent for a long time. Finally, someone suddenly stood up and said, "I quit, I want to quit."

"Stop!" the tall man on the main seat yelled, "What are you doing?!"

"What are you doing? Of course you are running away! Are you still here waiting for the Aurors to come and arrest you?!"

The one yelling was a skinny man with two rat whiskers on his lips, "First the Carlo brothers and sisters, then Cobain, and Avery... If we don't leave, all of us will have to go to Azkaban." !”

"They can't find it here," said Albert Runcorn.

"But they must have exposed us. How long can we hide?"

"Damn Barty Crouch!" Another man with a tumor on his face cursed fiercely, "Why is he so crazy! How could he suddenly attack us!"

"Does that need to be said?" A handsome man with long blond hair said, "He has already joined Murphy!"

"You're so scared! Why does he arrest us? Does he have any evidence? If you dare to arrest me, I will sue him for abuse of power!" someone else said.

"Idiot!" another person retorted, "When they arrested the Carlo brothers and sisters, when they arrested Yaxley, what evidence did they have?!"

"Barty Crouch doesn't need evidence at all! Murphy Darkholm can make people say whatever he wants to hear!"

"See what Rahim has become now, don't you understand?!"

There was silence in the hall for a while, and only a few rumbles of thunder could be heard outside the window, as if it was about to rain.

After a while, a voice said: "How about forget it? Even Crouch fell into his hands. I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat him."

"Everything has been done, if you surrender now, will they spare you?"

"It's just that the werewolves bit a few Muggles. At worst, it's all on Greyback. Anyway, he's a fool. Hey, he also said he was the king of werewolves. There were dozens of werewolves, but he was killed by the Watcher. Run after me, you loser!"

"Fake! Why! Don't we have anything we can do against that kid?"

"What else can we do? Are we going to fight head-on? Who among you can beat him?"

"Wait a minute... maybe Greyback can do it? With so many werewolves, if they all attack together during the full moon, even Murphy won't be able to survive..."

"I don't believe it! He's just a poor son, what can he do! If he dares to come to me, I must let him taste the Cruciatus Curse!"

"oh?"

Suddenly a magnetic male voice came to everyone's ears, "You have the guts."

At some point, a tall figure was sitting on the window sill, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. They could only see the man's dark silhouette and a pair of golden eyes that seemed to light up at the same time as the lightning.

"who?!"

Everyone was frightened and drew out their wands.

But the man turned a blind eye and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, go on and don't worry about me."

"Lumos!"

Someone immediately cast a spell, doubling the brightness in the room.

They finally saw clearly the appearance of the young wizard sitting by the window.

"Mo, Murphy!?"

Murphy looked at the fat man in the crowd who called out his name, "Ansetus Rozier? Did you want to duel with me just now?"

"No no..." The latter shook his head wildly.

"Murphy..." Albert Runcorn looked in disbelief, "You, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Murphy sighed and raised his head, "Speaking of it, this is really a ridiculous story."

"The bird's bird originates from the South China Sea and flies over the North Sea. It won't stop unless it's a parasol tree, it won't eat unless it's made of solid wood, and it won't drink unless it's a sweet spring. So when the bird catches a rotting rat, the bird flies past it. It looks up at it and says, 'Scared!'"

He jumped down from the window sill, pulled a high-backed chair by the window, and sat down with his legs crossed.

"I know you don't understand, so let me translate."

"A few wild dogs picked up a piece of rotten meat and licked it several times a day. They smelled the rancid smell of the meat and thought it was delicious. When they saw a tiger napping nearby, they started barking."

"As for the tigers, I originally thought that since they are new here, there is no need to interrupt people's livelihood, so I threw a few meat bones to each dog and asked them to go aside and entertain themselves without disturbing their sleep."

"But, guess what? Those wild dogs thought that the tiger was afraid of them."

"——This guy came to our territory and must want to eat our rotten meat!"

"——He must be afraid of us when he gives us benefits!"

"So they thought, why not kill the tiger? Wouldn't everyone have more meat to eat?"

"Do you think these wild dogs are ridiculous?"

Albert Runcorn didn't think it was funny at all. He stood up suddenly, "You scolded us..."

"Are you Albert Runcorn?"

Murphy asked suddenly.

"it's me……"

Before Albert could say anything else, Murphy suddenly spoke:

"Kneel down!"

This time, his voice suddenly seemed to cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant and shot directly into Albert's mind.

Albert was shocked, and he staggered forward a few steps like a marionette, and with a pop, he actually knelt in front of Murphy.

He raised his hands, held Murphy's feet, and stuck out his tongue, as if he wanted to lick Murphy's soles.

Seeing that his tongue was about to touch the sole of the shoe, Albert suddenly came to his senses, stood up at once, and took a few steps back.

"You! What did you do to me?!"

"Heh," Murphy sneered, "We could all be friends, but some people insist on being dogs. How about that? Is it interesting?"

Albert was frightened and angry, and suddenly pulled out his wand. The scene just now was too shameful. He was eager to save his face, and waved his wand, "He was shattered to pieces!"

But Murphy just raised his left hand and blocked the spell.

Thin black scales spread all over the palm of his hand in an instant, and when the spell hit his palm, a colorful spark exploded, and then disappeared without a trace.

Catching a spell with your bare hands?

This isn't magic!

But now that we have reached this point, there is no turning back. Runcorn gritted his teeth and said, "He has no helpers! Let's do it together! Kill him! We will win!"

Everyone hesitated for a moment, and indeed, there was no way out.

Suddenly, seven or eight spells were shot at Murphy at the same time.

"ha!"

Murphy laughed.

Black scales spread all over the body, the wings spread out, and countless electric lights shot out, like precision-guided anti-missile missiles, shattering the spell halfway, and the few remaining spells that hit those scales and black wings were almost Can't do any harm.

He took a step forward and swept several meters away in an instant. His scaly palm was like a sharp sword, piercing the abdomen of a wizard. Then he pinched the opponent's head with his left palm and picked it up as a shield. Blocked a life-killing curse fired from the right.

"Bang!" Murphy crushed the head in his left palm.

Then he rushed towards the frightened wizard, struck down with his claws, and smashed his head and half of his chest into mud.

At the same time, he flapped his wings again and slapped another wizard against the wall. He turned around and spit out a mouthful of venom at another wizard, turning it into stone.

"Monster! Monster!" someone shouted in horror.

Murphy stepped forward, picked him up, and twisted his head off.

Blood spattered all over his body, and violent pleasure surged into his heart. He couldn't help but grin, almost laughing wildly.

"Devil! He is a demon! Run!"

The remaining wizards finally realized that something was wrong and wanted to apparate, but Murphy suddenly shot out more than ten rays of lightning, hitting their wrists accurately and knocking the wands off.

"Want to run? It's too late."

"Help, help..."

Someone was so frightened that they broke the glass with a clang, fell to the ground, got up and continued running like crazy, but Murphy just sneered, raised one hand to the sky, and then pulled it down.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, burning the skinny old man who escaped into charcoal.

Then Murphy suddenly flapped his wings, smashing the roof with a bang and flying into the air. Wind and thunder gathered in the air above his head, and black clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun.

He raised an arm again.

In an instant, dozens of thunderbolts struck down, like spears from the gods, twisting and twisting, plowing across the earth, turning the castle manor into a piece of scorched earth.

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening thunder and the overwhelming rain, the surviving wizards shrank in fear, looking up at the god-like figure reflected in the countless flashes of lightning, and their bodies couldn't help but soften.

Murphy spoke again, and the voice seemed to shake every cell in their bodies, making people sway their hearts and tremble from their souls.

"Now, kneel down and worship."

"Cud dog."