Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"I didn't find a house elf domestication base," Locke said regretfully, "but after my many contacts, I have collected more than forty house elves from sellers around the world."

"Oh?!" Murphy was a little surprised, "Very good, where are they?"

"I have bought them all and they are at my house now. Do you want to take a look?"

"Okay! Let's go!"

…

Locke's home is on a hillside in Devon.

It was a hut dug out of the hillside, hidden among the grass. If it weren't for the bright windows and the oak door, Murphy would have almost ignored its existence.

Standing in front of the cabin, you can overlook a large wilderness, with woods and swamps in the distance.

"The scenery here is nice," Murphy looked around, "I'm planning to buy a house here."

"Ahead is the village of Ottery Saint Catchpole, and on the other side of the river is Ottery Saint Mary, where wizards live." Locke pointed to a strange-looking building in the wilderness, "Look, that It's the Weasleys, and on the mountain over there live the Lovegoods, who are all weirdos. That high mountain is Stoat Mountain, and it's very beautiful."

Weasley?

The Burrow?

Murphy looked up and vaguely seemed to see one or two figures walking around the crooked house.

As for Lovegood's house further away, only a weird spire can be seen.

Inexplicably, Murphy felt a lazy and comfortable feeling when he saw these places. Maybe it would be good to buy a house here and live here occasionally when he takes a break.

But for now, let's take a look at the house elves.

Stooping down and walking into Locke's hobbit cabin-like home, Murphy found that the space inside was quite large.

As soon as he entered the house, Murphy saw seven or eight house elves busy doing this. One of them was carefully wiping the polished floor with a rag for an unknown number of times, and the other was changing postures for arranging flowers, holding a There was a water glass, pouring a drop from time to time, and another was washing clothes, but the washing water seemed to be clean enough to drink directly.

"They were so bored that I couldn't stop them from working."

Sure enough, every room in Locke's hut was filled with house elves. They tried their best to find some work for themselves. Several elves even got into conflicts because they were competing for work, and they were beaten to death. Flow.

A true house elf.

So dedicated.

What's 996? People have always been 007. They don't require salary or overtime pay. They are highly motivated to work and won't work hard for you.

Such a good and perfect employee should be kept by a Muggle boss and given out certificates every day?

But these wizards don’t even know how to cherish it?

No rewards were given, no clothes were given, no food was given, and they were often beaten and scolded...

Black-hearted, so black-hearted, even the capitalists cried when they saw it.

Take them away, they must all be taken away. I, Murphy Darkholm, just can't bear to see the suffering in the world.

"By the way, when you were looking for these elves, did you ever meet a therapist or doctor who knew how to treat them?"

"Huh?" Locke was stunned by this question, "Who would treat a house elf?"

"..."

Well, he was overthinking it.

Wizards don't regard house elves as humans, they don't even regard them as dogs, and they don't even treat them as veterinarians.

These little guys survive solely on their own immunity.

"Okay," Murphy took out a rope, "Let them line up and hold on to the rope."

Before leaving, Murphy gave Locke a few more instructions, "You can do something about the Wizarding Security Shop. Go buy some shops, including Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, and Hogsmeade. We are currently recruiting people." Well, priority will be given to graduates from Hogwarts or other famous magic schools, only fresh graduates and young people who have just graduated one or two years ago."

"Oh, by the way, buy me a house nearby."

…

Returning to the Charms Institute with forty-three house elves, Murphy went to find Laura Kruger.

"Are they house elves?" Dobby was being treated in the medical laboratory. This was the first time Laura saw house elves. "Wow, they are so cute!"

"Huh?" Murphy glanced at the wrinkled, floppy creatures with long noses and big ears that looked similar to oversized upright mice, "Cute?"

"Look at their big eyes, don't you think they're cute?"

This was the first time Murphy had seen his assistant look so lively, which was completely different from her usual reserved nature.

To be honest, I think you are cuter.

"Ahem," Murphy coughed lightly, "They will replace the staff in the institute and will be responsible for the logistics services of the entire institute in the future. You have recently found some people to familiarize them with this place, and then arrange the machining arrangements. Retirement of melon staff."

The institute initially needed those Muggle staff out of necessity.

For every additional irrelevant person, the chances of the institute leaking secrets increase.

But now that the loyalty of the house elves is guaranteed, those staff can be cleared.

"Okay." Laura wrote down Murphy's instructions in her notebook, "By the way, Director, today news came from the security team of the mansion outside, saying that there was a man named Boris who wanted to see you."

"Okay, got it. I'll go see him later."

He has been apparating directly into the research institute recently, and has not returned to the mansion for several days. If Boris comes to look for him, he really can't find him.

With the house elves arranged, Murphy went to the medical laboratory to check on Dobby.

"How is he?" he asked the doctor who was injecting Dobby with the medicine.

There is no shortage of medical experts in the institute. In order to study magical animals, Murphy has even recruited several veterinarians, all of whom are currently conducting joint consultations with Dobby.

"He is too weak and severely lacks nutrition. Many of his organs are dysfunctional and even close to failure. If it is delayed for a while, he may not be able to be saved." The doctor said, "However, his will to survive is very strong. , we are supplementing him with nutrients. Although his body structure is very different from that of humans, fortunately, the nutrients he needs are not much different, and medicines such as white vegetables and wound cleaners are also effective for him, so there is a possibility of recovery. Not small."

Murphy nodded, but saw the big-headed creature on the hospital bed opened his eyes, looked at him confusedly for a while, and then closed them again.

"Okay, please take your time. In addition, another group of house elves have come to the research institute. They are all of its own kind. You can conduct some physical examinations on them, which should give you a better understanding of this kind of creature. Understand that if there are other sick house elves found during the physical examination, they will be treated as well."

"These elves have a very bad life in the outside world. Don't be too rough with them."

…

After leaving the institute, Murphy returned to the mansion.

"Where is Boris?"