Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Lakeside villa.

Murphy and Patrick's three-year-old son Ares played "throwing and catching with their minds" for a while. The two of them threw a baseball back and forth between each other using only their thoughts without using their hands, leaving Patrick dumbfounded. .

But this method of playing seemed to consume a lot of energy. Ares soon fell asleep and was taken away to rest by his mother.

"Training the use of magic in childhood can improve the ability to control magic." Murphy said to Patrick, "Little Ares's progress fully illustrates this point. If the purposeful training continues, I doubt that Ares will Si might become a natural wandless spellcaster."

"My son is not your test subject." Patrick complained, "Audrey has been almost angry these days. She is always worried that you will bring Ares to the wizarding world and she will never see him again."

"Why can't we meet him?" Murphy smiled, "When Ares reaches school age, he might be able to learn magic in an ordinary elementary school."

"I hope so." Patrick said.

"It depends on you." Murphy said, "How is the People's Livelihood Party developing recently?"

"I have a lot of followers," Patrick said. "You are right. The gap between rich and poor in the UK is too serious. In the past, including me, many so-called 'elite' or middle class people were not aware of it. over this issue. The voices of the people at the bottom have never been heard.”

“It’s not surprising that the social development stage is not enough,” Murphy said. “However, you have to remember to absorb as many people as possible without engaging in class antagonism and class hatred. It attracts a group of people, but something based on hatred is very fragile and has no meaning for our goals."

"Of course I understand." Patrick nodded, "By the way, the beautiful country has been putting pressure on the prime minister recently, and there has been a lot of trouble in Congress. The beautiful people have imposed more and more sanctions on the UK, many of which The umbrella of protection has also been expanded to other areas. They even brought warships to the English Channel some time ago, but they said they were still entering the port for supplies, but even elementary school students could smell the warning."

"Oh?" Murphy has been focusing on the magic side recently and hasn't heard about this. "How many ships?"

"Two guided missile destroyers," Patrick said, "but their USS Enterprise aircraft carrier is also nearby."

Even the warships are coming, and the beautiful country is a little impatient this time.

"Interesting," Murphy smiled, "Patrick, you are one of the founders of Umbrella. You cannot be soft on them. You must continue to be tough."

Patrick nodded, "Of course, but hard-liners against the United States are not popular among the people. The British are all weaklings and have lost their temper for a long time. Don't look at the fact that there are still many people who are challenging. In half a year, all Everyone is going to hug the Americans again."

"Don't worry, you will get results soon this time." Murphy said.

Patrick was puzzled, "Why? Unless there is some kind of local war, Britain cannot be tough on the United States for a long time. Congress does not have the confidence, and neither do the people."

Murphy smiled and said, "It may not be impossible to start a war."

…

Mid-May, Lake District.

On a hilltop covered by a Muggle expulsion spell, Murphy unfolded the map and looked at it.

"This is it."

The Muggle engineer behind him looked around and nodded, "It's nice here. The field of view is wide and almost unobstructed. The signal can travel very far. If you put the radar here, it should be able to scan one thousand to two thousand kilometers in one scan." Once it comes down, it’s pretty much the same across the UK.”

"Drive a pile here." Murphy ordered, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a black hem on a rock not far away.

"Derlock," Murphy called to an Auror not far away, "didn't you realize that you were being followed when you came out?"

"What?" The Auror was startled, but saw Murphy suddenly turn into a flash of lightning and disappear. The next moment, he reappeared in the crackling flash of lightning, but at this moment, he had already caught a person in his hand.

"Damn it!" Auror went up and kicked the man Murphy had caught. "How come these spies can't be driven away like flies! Sir, do you want to kill him?"

Murphy shook his head, "We've killed enough. If you kill one and there's another, it's clear that the people from the Wizards' Union are going to fight against us. Forget it, leave this guy to me."

"Just use him to get some information and see what they are planning to do."

…

France, Loire Valley.

In an ancient castle, hundreds of wizards gathered together and were having a heated debate.

"Does anyone still think that Murphy Darkholm is just a small problem belonging to Britain?" A French wizard with a big beard shouted, "He has killed six of our special commissioners. The previous investigation team has also been imprisoned. This person has completely violated the law, and he has become a major threat to wizards around the world!"

"Mr. Gaston, are you sure that your accusation against Murphy Darkholm is out of concern for the wizarding world, and not out of coveting his huge gold-grabbing industry in the Muggle world?"

Another dark-skinned wizard revealed it mercilessly, "We have received news before that you seem to have also found an agent in the Muggle society. Are you following Murphy's example and preparing to sell the potion to Muggles?"

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense!" French wizard Gaston shouted, "There is absolutely no such thing! Murphy has threatened the security of the French Ministry of Magic, and the love potion perfume he sells has brought a lot of trouble to Muggle society. Trouble! This year, the Muggle president told me that they are having one-fifth more newborns than before! And we don’t yet know what problems these children born under the influence of a small amount of love potion will have."

"In order to investigate similar incidents like this, we sent investigators to contact Muggles. This is definitely not what you said!"

"What kind of investigation is there now!" Someone else shouted, "Didn't you see the dead wizard?! Murphy has publicly massacred the Federation's commissioners! Is there anything else he dares not do? I suggest that he should Murphy Darkholm is listed as an internationally wanted criminal, and together with his accomplices, he is the enemy of all wizards. Anyone who sees him can be killed regardless of the reason!"

"Murphy has taken control of the British Ministry of Magic. The British Aurors and Watchmen can be counted as his followers. Is it possible that you want to launch a war against the British Ministry of Magic?!" someone retorted.

"At least we should help British wizards overthrow that puppet government! Give the British wizarding world freedom!"

"Haha, to put it nicely, a Frenchman wants to help the British? This is ridiculous!"

"That's enough. This is the Federation, not a place for you to promote ethnic conflicts! Everyone, be quiet! Let's listen to what the president has to say." A wizard wearing glasses said.

Everyone looked at the wizard on the rostrum of the venue.

"Dumbledore, I heard that you had a fight with him before but didn't win. Is this true?"