Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Scrimgeour is causing trouble for me," Murphy said directly, "I need you to help me deal with him."

"Impossible!" Lucius flatly refused.

"If there is any wizard in the world who is more stubborn than Barty Crouch, it must be Rufus Scrimgeour! He is a rock! Nothing can move him! Whatever he sets his sights on, he will do it in the end."

"So, he won't take soft and hard advice?"

"Don't think about it, you're done, he will definitely catch you, sooner or later."

Murphy didn't care about Lucius's gloating. "With such a tough character, he is not very popular in the ministry, right? He has been the director of the Auror Office for many years, but he has been promoted. Is this the reason why you can’t go up?”

"Even though there are many people who don't like him, there are even more people who don't like you."

"There are a lot of people who like me," Murphy said. "Minister Millicent likes to see me."

"That's just a stupid woman. She has some reputation among mixed-blood wizards, but she's just a nobody."

"Even if he has been re-elected for several terms? Even if mixed-race wizards now account for more than half of the Ministry of Magic?" Murphy sneered, "It is not a good habit to underestimate your opponents, Lucius. Haven't you learned this lesson yet? "

"..."

Lucius choked.

"Do you have any specific ideas? I can help you contact some people, but Scrimgeour is very cautious. If you can't catch him, you can't defeat him."

"Do you recognize Kingsley? How much do you know about him?"

"Kingsley, from the Shacklebolt family?" Lucius pondered for a while, "That's not a simple role. What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing. One of his men followed me before and was injured by me. He can't wait to catch me now. If you go find someone to give him an idea, he will definitely listen."

"What's the idea?"

"Alex Wood. Tell him that if he wants to catch me, he must first catch Alex Wood."

…

After leaving Malfoy's house, Murphy came to Siren Song and found Lisandro.

"You want my blood?" The latter looked confused after hearing Murphy's request, "You want to become a vampire? Your qualifications are good, and the ancestor may be willing to let you join."

"You misunderstood, I just want some of your blood. Or, you can have werewolf flesh and blood, but it needs to be fresh."

"What are you taking it for?" Lisandro didn't understand. This request was too weird.

"Just tell me whether to sell it or not."

"Although I like money, I don't like it enough to sell my blood." Lisandro immediately refused, "What if you want to use it to curse me?"

"The blood of the blood slaves you transformed will also work."

"You'd better tell me clearly what you want to do."

Murphy thought for a while and decided to be honest, "Actually, I am very interested in vampires and the ability of werewolves to transform others into their own kind, and I would like to study the principles. This may be used to treat werewolf disease, or improve your situation."

Lisandro became wary, "You mean, including transforming me into a human again?"

"I mean, improve your sleeping conditions. If you can't see the sun, your body will lack vitamins. If you stay up all night, you will easily suffer from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases..." Murphy began to grin.

Lisandro listened to him finish compiling expressionlessly, "Go slowly, don't send me away."

"Hey, think about it again. How about I give you a hundred galleons for a tube of blood?"

"Come on, come on, the blood of our vampire clan is not a potion material, we won't sell it!"

"Two hundred galleons!"

"If you don't leave, I'll kick them out!"

While the two were pushing and shouting, a voice suddenly said, "Give it to him."

Both of them looked at the bartender in shock.

The latter was still wiping the wine glass.

Lisandro looked at the bartender uncertainly, "You told him? What if he is not good for us..."

The bartender gently put the cup back on the tray, "I told him to."

Lisandro looked like he was too angry to speak out. He was about to bite out his own blood vessel angrily and give Murphy some of his own blood.

But the bartender spoke again: "Give him real blood."

"What?!" Lisandro was shocked.

The so-called true blood of the Vampires is the source of the Vampires' power and the key to transforming others into vampires. The amount of this thing in each vampire's body is very small, and it is extremely difficult to recover.

The bartender said nothing.

Lisandro sighed, grabbed a test tube from Murphy's hand, turned his head, and placed his fangs in the test tube. A stream of crystal blood flowed out from between his teeth and injected along the wall of the tube. test tube.

After a while, Lisandro handed Murphy a test tube containing about two milliliters of real blood, "Take it and get out."

Murphy put away the test tubes, but handed another one over, "It's a bit short, how about you give me some more?"

"you!"

"Did you know that this alone is enough to transform several people!"

"I know, I know, some more, some more."

Lisandro looked at the bartender pleadingly.

However, the latter was still wiping the cup silently.

"OK!"

Lisandro followed the same example and gave Murphy another two milliliters of real blood, his face became even paler.

Looking at his expression as if he was about to kill someone, Murphy silently took back the third test tube.

Forget it, it’s better not to bully others too much.

"Thank you for your help," Murphy patted Lisandro on the shoulder and nodded to the bartender, "I'll remember this favor."

After Murphy left, Lisandro looked at the bartender, "Master, why?"

The bartender finally put down the cup in his hand, looked at him for a while, and said, "Not everyone thinks immortality is a good thing."

"Especially our half-baked immortality."

…

East End London.

ghetto.

This was a former industrial area, close to the port, and has always been a backward area of ​​London. The streets are narrow, the population is dense, and there are dilapidated old buildings everywhere. Time seems to have forgotten this place.

Such soil tends to breed crime.

As a permanent residence for low-income people and immigrants, it has been linked to poverty, violent crime, and drugs all year round.

Someone once said that in the East District, everyone is either committing crimes or trying to avoid crimes, otherwise you will be an alien existence.

It was already evening, and Murphy cast a Muggle expulsion spell on himself, flying in the air while scanning various neighborhoods.

He came here to find a scapegoat.

He needs a guy who is extremely vicious and will not regret his death as a substitute in the plan.

Soon, he found some clues.

In a dirty alley, several young men dressed as hippies were beating a man huddled on the ground.

Murphy fell from the sky and lifted the Muggle expulsion spell.

The billowing black smoke and their weird costumes immediately frightened the gangsters.

He caught someone at random and said, "Tell me who is the worst villain in this district."