Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

After an unsavory battle, Murphy received a check for two million pounds and a Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit.

A few men with bruised noses, swollen faces and foaming at the mouth were left in the factory. When they woke up and tried to recall what happened, they found that they could not remember anything.

Doing good deeds without leaving a name is all the result of the Forgetting Curse.

Murphy drove to the bank, used Polyjuice Potion mixed with Jim Stick's hair to transform into his appearance, cashed the check, and deposited it into a bearer account.

So he instantly became a millionaire.

Yesterday I vowed to make money, but today I am worth millions.

The realization of wealth freedom is really fast.

But selling magic potions is just to make money. Now that you have the money, no matter where it comes from!

Build it first and then talk!

Murphy glanced at the Silver Spirit.

Because I was not familiar with cars from the 1980s, and British cars were right-hand drive, there were many accidents along the way.

At this time, the front bumper of this luxury car fell off, the rear bumper was dented, and the body was covered with scratches. It looked like it had just narrowly escaped from a fatal car accident.

So Murphy drove it to a car dealer, sold it for half the price, and then bought a sports car.

Silver Porsche 959.

One of the best supercars in the world at the moment.

Although wizards can teleport and fly on broomsticks, the charm of sports cars lies in the feeling of controlling a violent machine with a mortal body, which is like the initial mechanical ascension.

Murphy soon fell in love with this feeling. After driving the 959 around London twice, he found a fair-skinned and beautiful British girl in his car.

The girl's name is Sylvia, a sophomore student at the Royal Conservatory of Music. She is a beautiful sister who aspires to become a violinist.

Murphy lied and claimed that he was a novelist and was preparing to write a magical story called "Harry Potter".

The two chatted happily, and made an appointment to visit the British Museum and St. Paul's Cathedral together. They also watched an opera and listened to several concerts together. After dinner one day, they had sex naturally.

At night, Murphy stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with Sylvia sleeping soundly on the big bed behind him.

He poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and found that he couldn't bear to drink it, so he finally chose to get a glass of water.

Overlooking the Thames outside the window and the bright lights of London in the distance, the weird idea from a few days ago came back to my mind again.

Who the hell am I?

Why the hell am I here?

In just a few days, everything in the wizarding world became blurry.

Is there really such a magical world behind this bustling city?

Did I really go to Hogwarts?

Am I really a wizard?

This isn't a fucking dream, is it?

He took out his wand, pointed at the wine bottle on the table, and recited the incantation: "Yingadim Leviosa."

The whiskey floated.

"Murphy?"

But at this moment, Sylvia's voice came from behind, "You, how did you do that?"

Murphy turned around, "Why didn't you sleep?"

"I just had a nightmare," the girl looked at him confused, "Is that a wand? Is this magic? The magic in your story? Am I still dreaming?"

Murphy smiled and said, "Yes, it's just a dream. Just keep sleeping."

"But……"

Murphy waved his magic wand, and before Sylvia finished speaking, she felt a heavy sleep pulling her, causing her to fall into sleep again.

Murphy remained in the room for a moment longer.

He was thinking, looking at the well-dressed boy in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little uninterested.

It had only been a few days, but he seemed to be getting tired of the game of wealth.

He filled out a check, put it in the girl's hand along with the 959 car key, then apparated and disappeared from the room.

He returned to the old Darkholme house.

Ever since the Sanders couple were captured in Azkaban, only Murphy lived in this gloomy old house. He lived on campus all year round and rarely came back after graduation, so the house had no popularity.

He wandered through several dusty rooms until he finally reached the basement.

This place was originally a wine cellar, but it had long been out of stock. When Murphy was in fourth grade, he transformed it into a magic laboratory.

The floor and walls of the wine cellar were magically transformed into a single rock, and half of the space contained only a few dummies with painted targets, serving as Murphy's magic practice ground.

The other half contained several test benches filled with various bottles and jars, but it was a potion laboratory.

I practiced a few spells at the spell practice field, smashed the dummy and restored it seven or eight times, and then made some more potions until the stored materials were exhausted.

Looking at the water of life and death, the love potion and several bottles of bone potion on the potion table, Murphy let out a sigh of relief, and his depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Damn it, as expected, this kind of thing is still suitable for me."

As a time traveler, an orphan, and the son of a dark wizard, Murphy didn't have many friends. When he was bored during the summer vacation, he would pass the time by practicing spells and studying potions.

He loved magic, even more than the wizards.

In fact, in his opinion, wizards' attitude towards their most important attribute - magic, is too careless.

They lack curiosity and have little desire to explore. They have become accustomed to such magical things as magic. They regard it as an ordinary tool, as long as it is useful enough, and they never seem to have the idea of ​​exploring its principles.

In his eyes, the "magic tree" in the wizarding world is really weirdly crooked.

For example, in a world where almost every adult wizard can teleport or achieve teleportation effects through various methods such as floo powder and portkeys, owls are still used for communication.

It is possible to transport matter—even intact living creatures—but is it difficult to transmit information?

In the original work, there seems to be a mirror that can talk back, or the magic of remote communication through fire, but strangely it has not been popularized, and people still have to endure the ultra-high delay of owl delivery.

For another example, most wizards in this world cannot fly.

Even though they can even transform into birds and insects, and have magic that can control the movement of objects such as floating spells and throwing spells, no one has invented a flying spell so that they can fly freely in the sky.

They would rather fly on a broomstick.

Also, there is a time-turner, a god-defying artifact in this world.

It directly destroyed the indestructible second law of thermodynamics in Muggle knowledge.

There is also the elixir of life, a magic potion that can make people live for more than 600 years.

But not many people yearn for immortality. Even except for Voldemort, most wizards seem to be happy with aging.

Is it still difficult to live forever when you play with time in the palm of your hand?

Is it even difficult to be resurrected and reborn?

But throughout the history of wizards, there are only a few fools such as Voldemort and Halper who are trying hard to make themselves immortal.

Wizards seem to be so open-minded that they seem to have no desires or desires.

But Murphy is different.

He is a time traveler.

He was a Muggle.

Having been trained in scientific thinking, his way of thinking is completely different from that of ordinary wizards.

Seeing the many miracles that exist in the wizarding world, he cannot take them for granted like other wizards. He just wants to make more of these miracles happen and make more of the impossible that he once thought possible through magic.

In fact, there is an ambition buried deep in his heart that is greater than Voldemort, Grindelwald, and all the Dark Lords that have ever existed in the history of the wizarding world:

He wants immortality, he wants immortality, and on top of that, he even wants omniscience and omnipotence!

All this cannot be accomplished with the technology of the previous life, and it cannot be accomplished with the magic of today's wizards alone.

But if you combine the two...

Maybe it's not impossible.

From the potion table, Murphy picked up a notebook.

This notebook records some of his research results on potions over the past few years, but in fact there are not many remarkable discoveries. Most of them are just records and summaries for practicing potions.

But the last part is different from the previous one.

Mo Fei looked at the experimental record of "Preparing White Fresh Essence by Non-Magical Means" above, flipping through it, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Now he understood why he had thought of selling potions in the Muggle world.

If you just want to make money, using magic to rob is faster and safer.

What he really wanted to do was actually use the power of Muggle technology to study magic in order to advance it to a level that he could not achieve on his own.

He wanted to see what was at the end of magic.

He already knew what to do.