Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Sorry, we are not hiring..."

"Sorry, we don't need a clerk..."

"O.W.L. Ten O's, N.E.W.T seven O's... These results look fake..."

"You already work at the Ministry of Magic? Are you applying for a job as a clerk? Why?"

"Is this white fresh essence? This refining method will be considered unprofessional by customers. I'm sorry, please go."

"Is your father Sanders? The dark wizard? Get out of my shop!"

"No one is more calculating than a goblin, and Gringotts doesn't need clever wizards!"

"The main job of this position is to clean up animal feces, and the daily salary is two siko..."

"Bartender? What is that, putting booger in beer?"

…

"Fuck Fuck!"

After walking out of the Leaky Cauldron and standing on Charing Cross Street, Murphy couldn't help but curse.

Shit Diagon Alley.

Shit wizard!

They are all a bunch of arrogant, stubborn, and unreasonable idiots!

call!

Taking a deep breath, Murphy calmed down some of his emotions.

It’s so damn hard to find a job in the wizarding world!

Because of the existence of magic, Diagon Alley, the most high-end shopping street in the UK, where the flagship stores of major chain brands are gathered, there is not even a decent position.

After all, magic is so convenient that the shop owner can complete most of the work alone, without the need to hire anyone.

Only places like potions stores that require professional skills can recruit clerks.

But people look down on Murphy's skills.

"Obviously the Muggle distillation method is much more efficient than the crucible! And the effect of my white essence is more than three times that of the traditional refining method!"

Gan!

Stubborn, brainless idiot!

While cursing the blind shop owner angrily in his mind, Murphy quickened his pace.

I have wasted too much time on my job search just now, and I am almost late for work.

Although I was extremely tired of that job, I was still getting paid.

Moreover, he really didn't want to continue listening to the fat woman's sarcastic comments.

Damn the Floo Network Authority! If they hadn't been delayed...

"Squeak--" A harsh brake sound interrupted Murphy's thoughts, followed by a "bang".

Murphy turned his head subconsciously and saw a red Ferrari F40 swinging to a stop with difficulty. In front of the car, a small figure rolled on the ground many times and stopped in front of Murphy.

"Ah!! Lisa!" A woman screamed and rushed towards the figure on the ground.

A man with a pale face and a mohawk also stepped out of the Ferrari.

"It was her, it was she who rushed out..."

car accident.

A Muggle car accident.

Murphy was also a little shocked and glanced at the injured little girl.

One of her legs was bent at a strange angle, and there were even broken bones exposed on the outside of her thigh, and blood was pouring out.

"The artery is broken! Stop her bleeding quickly!" a woman shouted.

She seemed to be a medical staff. She reacted quickly and pulled a cloth to bandage the injured person. At the same time, she ordered the girl's mother to hold the blood vessels.

"I'm a nurse. Quick, call an ambulance! You, come and help me! Hold this place down first..."

The nurse directly ordered Murphy who was standing aside. The latter was stunned for a moment, but did not object.

He took the towel handed by the person on the side and pressed it on the wound as instructed. However, blood still gurgled out, and the towel was soaked through after a while.

"No! There are too many bleeding points, and it won't stop at all!"

The female nurse said anxiously, but she didn't have many good ideas. She could only ask Murphy to press harder.

"Is it just a matter of stopping the bleeding?" Murphy asked suddenly.

"Yes, with this amount of bleeding, if the bleeding stops, the person may go into shock before the ambulance comes. What can you do?"

Murphy said no more, threw away the blood-stained towel, took out a bottle of white essence made during the interview with the potion shop clerk in Diagon Alley, and poured it directly on the wound.

He bought the raw materials for this bottle of fragrance, and he naturally brought the finished product back.

A wisp of white smoke rose up, and the horrific wound healed rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of medicine is this?" The nurse was shocked.

Murphy did not answer, but said: "This medicine can only heal her wounds, but it may cause tissue dislocation..."

With that said, Murphy handed the remaining white essence to the nurse, "Forget it, you can also take the remaining medicine. If you take it directly, it will also be useful for internal injuries. If there is internal bleeding and it is an emergency, it can also be used." Give it a try. Also, give her some drops after the surgery to avoid leaving scars while it heals."

After saying that, Murphy wanted to leave directly.

Compared to a life, a bottle of white fresh essence is nothing, but he couldn't explain the problem with the medicine, so he ran away as soon as possible.

"etc."

The owner of the Ferrari with the mohawk stopped Murphy.

"You, the medicine just now, I have never seen any medicine with that kind of effect..."

"Go away." Murphy had no time to deal with a rich second-generation Muggle.

"Wait, wait, I am the director of Jelida Pharmaceuticals, and my father is the boss. If your kind of medicine..."

The mohawk man looked so excited that he even grabbed Murphy's clothes.

"I said get out of here!"

The mohawk was startled by Murphy's eyes and hurriedly retracted his hand in a gesture of surrender.

When Murphy walked away, he shouted from behind:

"If your formula sells, contact me! We will give you a lot of money..."

"Ha, Muggle." Murphy sneered without looking back.

Selling potion recipes to Muggles?

Putting aside the issues of raw materials and refining, is the "Wizard's Secrecy" just a decoration?

After hiking another block, Murphy found the red phone booth.

After dialing 62442, a female voice sounded in the phone booth: "Name, reason?"

"Murphy Darkholm. At work."

"Oh, poor boy, Belinda hasn't gotten your employee permit done yet?"

"Merlin's asshole, no!"

"Okay, please come in."

The floor sank and turned into an elevator, taking Murphy directly to the Ministry of Magic hall.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, Murphy saw a bald dwarf walking out of the fireplace opposite. He was adjusting his robes in a serious manner while trying to stand on tiptoe to make himself look taller.

"Hey, Shorty...cough, Dolph!" Murphy went up and patted Shorty on the shoulder.

"It's Director Dolph! Boy!"

"Did my request for floo over my fireplace come through?" Murphy asked.

"We are going through the process, what's the rush?"

"I have to walk three blocks to work every day. Do you think I am in a hurry?"

"You can apparate to work, I remember you have a license."

"My employee permission hasn't been processed yet, so I just apparated away..."

"Illegal. Yes, I participated in the formulation of that law to strengthen the Ministry of Magic..."

"So, I only have Floo Network," Murphy interrupted the other party's chatter, "Where has the application been stuck? It's been a month!"

"Your fireplace is in trouble, you know, because of your parents. This fireplace was delisted before. If you want to restore the registration, you need a lot of procedures..."

"how long will it take?"

"Maybe a month, maybe two months, if other things get busy, maybe three or four months..."

"Fuck!" Murphy couldn't help but exploded.

"What?"

Murphy spoke in Chinese, so Dolph didn't understand.

"Tighten your mother's legs! I'm going to fuck you like a fairy! You dwarf! You're a bastard! You're a pig who only eats but doesn't work!"

Still in Chinese.

"You seem to be scolding me?"

Murphy turned and left, not wanting to be around this dwarf for a moment anymore.

Damn it!

Ever since he graduated from Hogwarts and entered the Ministry of Magic, Murphy's temper has been getting worse day by day, and he is like a grumpy porcupine. He could barely control his anger just now, and he wished he could slap that ugly face that seemed to be of goblin origin.

"Phew, calm down, calm down..."

Wizards are all idiots, wizards are all idiots...

Forgive them.

With their sardine-like brains, life is no longer easy.

Generous, magnanimous.

After some mental construction, Murphy regained some of his mood.

I turned around and saw another person.

"Director Scrimgeour!"

Suddenly I found that the title of this chapter has been harmonized with a few words. I'd better fill it in, otherwise it would be a bit weird.