Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Minister Millicent, it's great to see you still looking great."

Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office, this is the first time Murphy has come to this place.

"Mr. Murphy Darkholm?" Millicent Bagnor looked at the young man in front of him, "I don't remember that we have met before."

If you had seen such a handsome young man, you would be quite impressed.

"Ah, I worked at the Pest Consultation Office for a short period of time, and I met you a few times from a distance, but I was just a clerk at the time, so naturally you wouldn't notice."

Millicent's attitude softened a lot when he heard that he was an employee who had worked in the Ministry of Magic. After all, he was once one of his own, which was much better than a stranger who appeared out of nowhere.

"I heard Umbridge say that you have something important that needs my approval? She came to me to beg me several times in a row. Tell me, what is it?"

It was not easy to meet the Minister of Magic directly, so Murphy found Umbridge, the pink toad, and persuaded her with enough money - about six hundred gold galleons. Introduce yourself to the minister.

Of course, Murphy would not waste the meeting opportunity bought for six hundred galleons, and immediately brought up a topic that would definitely attract Millicent, "In fact, I understand that the financial situation of the ministry is relatively tight now, and I happened to inherit it recently. I have received a legacy, and thinking of the care and support I received from you and the supervisors in the ministry at that time, I feel that I have an obligation to share some of the pressure for the ministry."

Millicent was indeed attracted immediately, "You mean..."

"Yes, I intend to provide a donation of fifty thousand galleons to the Ministry. To solve the recent financial difficulties of the Ministry."

"Fifty thousand Galleons!"

Millicent was so excited that she almost stood up.

Very good!

The recent financial problems of the Ministry have really troubled her. On the one hand, after many people from several major pure-blood families were captured and imprisoned in Azkaban, their and their associated families' support for the Ministry has increased year by year. One year is small, but on the other hand, various magical disasters have occurred frequently in various places in the past two years, causing the expenditure figures to continue to rise.

Now, the ministry is so poor that it has been unable to pay wages for two or three months.

Millicent has been under a lot of pressure lately.

Especially considering that next year is an election year, it goes without saying that there is pressure.

After all, who would elect a minister who can’t even pay his salary?

Now, with these 50,000 Galleons, it is enough for her to deal with the recent complaints in the ministry that are about to boil over.

"Thank you very much! Mr. Murphy! You are such a generous gentleman!"

"This is what I should do, Minister." Murphy said humbly. "In fact, I also plan to provide a fund to the Ministry every year in the future to support the Ministry's undertakings. The Ministry of Magic has always provided services to wizards all over the UK. If it weren’t for your hard work, how could we have a happy and peaceful life?”

"This, this is really..."

Millicent was almost moved, what a wonderful person!

She didn't know how many slanders she had heard, saying that the Ministry of Magic was abusing its power, and that the Minister was dead and had nothing to do, but look at this gentleman, how well he understands justice! Not only did they recognize our value, but they also provided substantial help!

If all the wizards in Britain were as grateful as this gentleman, what else could not be accomplished?

I, the Great British Wizard, why can’t I lead the world again?

"You are really, so insightful!" Millicent was full of praise. "Your help to the Ministry of Magic will be remembered by all of us!"

"It doesn't have to be like this. This is just the obligation of an ordinary citizen." Murphy replied with the same humility, without taking any credit.

"However, there may be a little trouble in donating the money."

"What, what's the problem?" Millicent asked.

It was about fifty thousand Galleons, about future long-term donations, and more importantly, about his re-election in the coming year. Millicent had to take it seriously.

"I also mentioned to you just now that I just received an inheritance. In fact, not long ago I was just a poor boy. Although I could see the plight of the ministry, I was unable to help. No big deal."

Murphy begins his story.

"But about a month ago, after my mother's maternal grandfather, Sir Anson, who settled in France, passed away, he gave all his property and a mine in his name to my mother and me."

"It was with this money that I decided to put my long-held ideas into practice and prepare to do something for the ministry."

"However, because my great-grandfather did not trust goblins during his lifetime, most of his property was stored in the form of gold, which made my inheritance very troublesome. I had to open another account and exchange the gold for gold at an extremely unfair ratio. Galleons to legally own those properties.”

"However, even so, the greedy goblins are not willing to let me get them smoothly. Not long ago, they sent a notice, freezing my account without authorization, and claiming that they will not be able to withdraw funds until I can prove the source of my funds. Provide your services to me again.”

"In fact, they accused me of stealing my money from their treasury, or from Muggles, and Bogorod wanted to eat my money!"

"What? This..." Millicent looked at Murphy in surprise, assessing the authenticity of the other person's words.

"Minister Millicent, I implore you to help me. If you can get my assets back, in addition to the donation to the ministry, I am willing to give an additional ten thousand galleons as a personal thank you to you."

"This...is not good."

Ten thousand Galleons is not that much, it is not as much as her annual salary. But it was not much, enough to make her feel happy.

"This is a small thank you to my friend. You helped me, but I can't express my gratitude? How can there be such a reason in the world?!"

Murphy spoke righteously and with utmost sincerity, as if he was not bribing, but martyrdom.

"This..." Millicent was still hesitant. The goblins in Gringotts were not easy to deal with.

"Of course, if it's really difficult, I don't want to embarrass you. But in that case, I may have to move to France to settle down, and those donations can only be left to the French Ministry of Magic..."

What? Give money to the French? !

No, absolutely not!

"No, how can you let a gentleman like you live in a foreign country! Don't worry about this. I will send a ministerial order to Gringotts to help you explain the source of the funds. Within two days, you will definitely get your own property!"

Damn Gringotts!

If you don't help this generous gentleman, why should you help those greedy goblins?

Gringotts has never donated money to the Ministry of Magic!

After they freeze Murphy's treasury, they will put every gold coin into their own pockets and will never leave a cent for the Ministry of Magic!

"But Bogorod..."

"How dare that greedy goblin do such a despicable evil act, I will have the Auror arrest him!"

"Really? Thank you so much!" Murphy said, taking out a bag from his pocket and handing it to Millicent. "It's a small gift. It's not a sign of respect, but I hope you'll accept it."

After Murphy left the office, Millicent opened the non-marking stretch bag and took a look.

Good guy, that’s a thousand galleons!

Millicent couldn't help but have a great impression of Murphy.

"Murphy Duckhome, what a kind gentleman!"

…

After taking care of the minister, Murphy visited several Ministry of Magic officials one after another in the next two days, most of whom were resident judges of the Wizengamot and could influence the verdict.

After walking around, Murphy found Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office.

"Director Scrimgeour, I want to report Lucius Malfoy."

The old lion frowned and said seriously, "Murphy? What do you want to report?"

"I want to report Lucius Malfoy as a Death Eater! He is carrying out a plan to resurrect Voldemort!"