Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Actually, we could have become friends." After beating the opponent with a mallet, Murphy decided to give him a sweet date.

"Didn't we cooperate very well in the beginning? I bought so many materials at Slug and Jigs Pharmacy, so you must have earned a lot of galleons, right?"

"Later, you wanted to make more money and participate in my business. Actually, it's not impossible."

"I have channels in the Muggle world. I know what they want, and you have resources here in the wizarding world. We could have cooperated very well..."

"I asked Paped to talk to you just to talk about this, but you refused..." Lucius said.

"Are you talking about cooperation? You asked him to follow my people, and then he threatened me with the leverage he had! You were robbing him! Mr. Lucius!"

Lucius couldn't refute for a moment. At that time, he thought he had caught Murphy's finger and really planned to forcefully eat his ass.

"But you could have made your suggestion politely..."

"Ha." Murphy sneered, "Who do you think you are? You are mistaken, Mr. Lucius, you are begging me to cooperate, not me begging you!"

This is it!

That's the attitude!

Too arrogant!

How have I, the Malfoy family, ever been so despised? !

What's more, the other party is still a down-and-out kid from the Darkholm family!

That anger rose again.

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have money!" Lucius didn't feel surprised when he said this, "Don't underestimate the power of the Malfoy family! I can still kill you, boy! Your damn daddy …”

"Ah, a weak threat..." Murphy pretended to yawn, "Boring!"

"You!" Lucius angrily pulled out his wand and pointed at Murphy, "If you dare to speak rudely again, I will kill you!"

"oh?"

Murphy looked at him lazily, but his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Kill me?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pressed his chest against Lucius's wand, "Do you have the guts?"

"Come." He grabbed the wand and moved it to his forehead, "come here."

Murphy stared at Lucius with sharp eyes, "You know the spell, right? Say it, and I will never look down on you again."

Lucius looked at the other party in shock. He thought Murphy was crazy.

"Spell, you coward. Coward. Didn't you kill anyone when you followed the Dark Lord?"

"you!"

Lucius' hand holding the wand was about to break it. He wanted to take action several times, but hesitated. There were Aurors on the island, and they might have seen him and Murphy. Kill him here. , I definitely can’t escape.

If you are caught in Azkaban again...

But should we let him be humiliated?

He must be taught a lesson!

The Cruciatus Curse!

As long as they are not caught red-handed, it will be difficult for them to convict themselves...

Just as he was planning to recite the spell, Murphy suddenly slapped his wand to the ground.

"You can't do it, uncle." Murphy said, "I gave you a chance but you didn't use it."

The wand fell to the ground, and Lucius suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

No more risking being caught in Azkaban.

"Admit it, uncle, I am better than you." Murphy said. He stood on a slightly higher slope and looked down at Lucius. "It has nothing to do with my family or my identity. I am better than you. !”

"If you still want to hold on to some unnecessary pride and overestimate your capabilities to challenge people who are stronger than you, then there will only be more failures and more humiliations waiting for you."

"Perhaps the Dark Lord has been away for a long time, which made you too arrogant and you forgot how to get along with stronger people."

"Then, I will teach you again. Recognize the reality and learn to be humble. If the other person is a beast that you cannot defeat, then it is best not to block his way."

"Follow the trend and rely on the strong. Isn't this the wisdom that you have endured to this day?"

"You're not that strong yet!" Lucius said.

"Maybe." Murphy shrugged. "I don't want to be a 'master' anyway. I would rather provide cooperation opportunities that are beneficial to both parties, rather than unilateral exploitation and plunder."

"What do you want me to do?" Lucius asked.

Murphy smiled, this was the right attitude.

"First of all, let me tell you what I can give you." Murphy said, "Don't think about your pharmacy business, they are dead. But it doesn't matter, I will give you a lot more galleons than that profit. .”

"And what I want you to do is very simple, no different from what you did in the past. Take the money I gave you, bribe, buy, draw more people to our side, let them know , I’m a good friend, not necessarily an enemy.”

"You want to tie me up on your pirate ship? Help you cover up your smuggling of potions to Muggles?"

"What, don't you want to get on the ship? Muggles have countless wealth. It's the 20th century, and Muggles' money is ten thousand times easier to earn than when your ancestors were prosperous."

Lucius was still hesitating. He couldn't accept the fact that the person who had made him so miserable would become his partner - and the leader's kind of partner.

"I can understand your hesitation. After all, most fools can't control their emotions. But if you still choose to be my enemy, you must think carefully."

"Because next time, what I submit to the court will not be the forged evidence."

Murphy said, taking out a black notebook from his arms and raising it.

"It's almost time," Murphy looked at the darkening sky, "It's time for me to leave. Goodbye, uncle, think carefully."

After saying that, he raised his head and waved his magic wand. Suddenly, his whole body turned into a black smoke and rose into the sky. After spinning in the air, he disappeared in an instant.

But his words still rang in Lucius's ears, "I don't have much patience, so don't keep me waiting too long."

Lucius suddenly shuddered.

The moment he heard Murphy's voice transmission, he recalled the fear of being dominated by Voldemort.

How could he know this magic!

The flying spell and this sound transmission technique are spells developed by the Dark Lord himself! Only Snape had learned the former as a reward, while the latter had never been known to be used by any Death Eater.

Lucius looked at the horizon in the distance in confusion for a long time, and then suddenly sighed.

Maybe, I am really old.

…

Murphy is flying.

He didn't mean to show off. After learning this trick from the diary, Murphy has always liked to use it.

Needless to say, it’s convenient, and the feeling of flying is really addictive.

The spell recorded in the diary is not yet perfect, and it is also a magic linked to mana. The stronger the mana, the faster the flight speed. With Murphy's current ability, the maximum speed can only reach about the same as an ordinary passenger plane, about one hour. Thousand kilometers per hour.

Far from being able to travel at supersonic speeds in the later stages of Voldemort's life.

But, even so, this speed is much faster than a Muggle sports car or a wizard's broom.

When Murphy feels the wind pressure at extreme speeds, whizzes across the sea, penetrates the clouds, and even flies side by side with falcons, the sense of freedom of being able to go anywhere in the world makes him want to stop.

He was flying happily when a phone suddenly rang.

He had to stop to ensure that Big Brother could continue to receive the signal.

After answering the phone, a voice came from the other side, "Boss, the warehouse you asked us to keep an eye on has just been invaded."

hiss.

Is this big brother really cursed? Why does nothing good happen every time I pick it up?