Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Rufus Scrimgeour.

Head of the Auror Office.

"Murphy." The other party also saw him, but still kept walking.

Murphy took a few steps forward and walked side by side, "Director Scrimgeour, what do you think about joining the Aurors I mentioned to you last time?"

If he had to work in the Ministry of Magic, Murphy would actually like to become a silent man. Being able to conduct some research on the nature of magic is very attractive to him.

But mute people are usually lifelong, and becoming a mute person basically means being disconnected from the world.

Secondly, Aurors are also very good. As a front-line combatant, the salary is relatively high, and it is also very exciting.

No matter what, it's much better than my current job.

Scrimgeour walked with a breeze, and still had a sullen face when he spoke, looking straight ahead.

"I saw your school results, they are excellent. Your ability test results are also good, and you are very skilled in using spells, but you cannot become an Auror."

"Why?"

Murphy stared. He had been rejected too many times today.

"You failed the personality test. You are too impulsive, adventurous, and lack obedience. More importantly, we found that you are full of prejudice and dissatisfaction with the magical world."

"What? I..."

Scrimgeour suddenly stopped and looked at him, "And you failed the background check. Your parents are dark wizards. My analyst told me that it may be due to their influence that your character has such Many risk factors.”

Murphy was speechless for a moment.

"We want loyal warriors. The Auror office is not for you. Do what you have to do."

Scrimgeour said, patted Murphy on the shoulder, and was about to leave.

"You mean to provide those idiots with advice on how to eliminate the goblins?" Murphy couldn't help but choked.

Scrimgeour turned around and looked at him deeply, "You can take care of yourself."

Background Check.

Gan!

This again!

His previous application for silence was rejected because of a background check.

The son of a dark wizard clearly does not meet the requirements to serve in an important department of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, his parents are dark wizards.

Sanders Darkholm and Natalie Darkholm are a pair of idiots who dream of following the Dark Lord to restore their family's glory.

Six years ago, Voldemort fell and they successfully sent themselves to Azkaban.

and died there about three or four years ago.

They also left little legacy for Murphy.

As early as the Sanders generation, the Duckholm family had been in poverty. After their death, Murphy inherited only a dilapidated and leaky old house and only a few hundred galleons in debt. .

Fortunately, most of Sanders' creditors were also in Azkaban, so no one came to Murphy to collect debts.

Murphy has never complained about his origins.

After all, as a time traveler, his parents are probably like a background introduction to him.

orphan?

Whose time traveler is not an orphan?

poverty?

Isn't this a royal start?

As for parents being dark wizards?

cool!

When he was young at Hogwarts, he was bullied because of his status as the son of a dark wizard. However, after breaking the legs of each of the bullies, no one bothered him again.

It wasn't until graduation that he felt the trouble brought by this identity again.

Who would have thought that the magical world also has political censorship!

Gan!

There was no hope for the Auror, so Murphy took the elevator to the fourth underground floor frustrated.

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

The door at the end of the corridor is the office where Murphy works.

I saw a few crooked small letters written on the house number:

"Pest Advisory Office".

Murphy pushed the door open and heard an artificial voice.

"Oh, the lazy guy finally got up to work, but unfortunately, you're late, again."

A shapeless sphere nestled in a lacy sweater emits a barbell-like laugh.

Murphy was in a daze for a moment.

Hey, why did the inflatable Aunt Maggie from the movie appear here?

Well, this is his immediate boss.

Director of the Pest Advisory Service.

Murphy's most hated pest.

Belinda Pond.

"Grass!"

Murphy customarily replied with a Chinese character.

"You speak in that strange language again, don't think I can't understand you."

"..."

The fat woman twisted to Murphy's side, holding a form in her hand, and deliberately drew a big cross on it with a pen.

"I was clocked for being late again, the third time. Guess what, you will fail your attendance at the end of the month..."

"hehe."

"Murphy, what's your attitude? The director is talking to you!" A skinny bald man also said, "Don't young people today know any manners?"

It's Murphy's second most annoying pest, says Stafford Moore, deputy director of the Counseling Office.

"Belinda, don't be angry, come and try this cup of ginger tea. I added a drop of Flobber caterpillar mucus, which is good for treating insomnia. I know you like sweet things, so I added more sugar cubes."

Staff enthusiastically handed Belinda a cup of steaming black tea, looking at her expectantly as she frowned and took a sip.

Flobber caterpillar…

As expected of the Deputy Director of Pests, the taste is so unique.

Murphy decided to ignore the two flirting strangers so as not to dirty his eyes.

He came to his desk and looked at the desk. There was another pile of letters piled up.

The Pest Advisory Service, as its name suggests, provides wizarding families with advice and advice on how to deal with pests.

For example, the most common one is to kill garden gnomes, and occasionally drive away lost ghouls.

Specifically, replying to wizards who are being harassed by vermin.

For Murphy, this job is extremely boring. Most of the so-called pest problems in the letters can actually be solved with a little knowledge of magical animals or a little bit of common sense.

At first, Murphy could reply in more detail on how to deal with it, but within a month, he got bored and his replies became increasingly perfunctory.

Nowadays, he usually sends letters with only phrases such as: "burn it with fire", "beat the basin", "kick it", or even just one word, such as: "fire", "basin", " Kick" etc.

He doesn't care whether the other party can understand, he just wants to show off.

Resisting the urge to tear the letter into pieces, Murphy braced himself and answered a few letters, and then he became very irritable.

I don’t want to attend this crappy class for even a day!

Subconsciously, Murphy's hand went to his pocket to look for a cigarette.

This is a habit I developed in my previous life. When I feel irritable, I want to come to Genhuazi.

However, after traveling through time in this life, I have been living on campus at Hogwarts. I have long since lost my craving for cigarettes, and I don’t know how to carry them in my pocket, so naturally I can’t find them now.

But after groping for a while, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

It turned out to be the business card of the man with the mohawk from before.

David Stick.

Jelida Pharmaceutical Group, director and executive president.

When did this bitch put his business card in my pocket?

"What are you doing, why don't you write a reply? Who do you think it is because of our department's constant complaints about poor efficiency? These people are plagued by pests! Waiting for our help! And we can't do anything because of you Have you started writing yet?”

Belinda growled.

So why the hell don’t you write it yourself?

"Belinda, your sense of responsibility is admirable." Staff Moore flattered her at the right time.

Ugh, can you two die first?

The boring day finally passed with difficulty.

Before leaving get off work, Murphy got another piece of bad news.

"Due to several magical disasters that occurred last month and the decrease in donations, this month's salary has been temporarily suspended. The ministry is raising money as soon as possible to provide supplies for everyone next month..."

Listening to the declaration of current minister Millicent Bagno, Murphy rolled his eyes in frustration.

The main source of funding for a government is donations, examination fees, fines and the like.

Unstable income and equally unstable expenditures have caused the ministry's capital chain to break from time to time, and wage arrears are commonplace.

Mudd, who came up with this financial model?

These idiots!

The entire Ministry of Magic can't come up with a single idea!

Reason and logic are air to these wizards.

"Merlin's rotten crotch! Bullshit!" someone not far away cursed.

Apparently Murphy is not the only one dissatisfied with this.

The man cursed a few times, saw Murphy, and said hello, "Murphy, let's go have a drink. Damn, I'm so angry!"

This person's name is Alton Forrest, a Muggle-born wizard who is a few years older than Murphy. He works in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. The two have a common interest in complaining about the Ministry of Magic.

After thinking about the bad things that happened today, Murphy agreed.

"Let's go, Three Broomsticks."