Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"I am your new neighbor." Murphy said gently, "My name is Murphy Darkholm, you can call me Murphy."

"Murphy!" Fred and George exclaimed, "I knew it was him."

"Ron, go call mom!"

After a while, a fat middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out of the burrow, carrying a spatula in her hand.

She looked at Murphy in confusion, "Sir? Do you need any help?"

"Oh, I'm your new neighbor, Murphy, Murphy Darkholm." Murphy said, stepping forward and handing over the flowers in his hand. "My friend told me that the Weasley family lives here. It’s nearby, so I came here to visit.”

"Oh! God!" Molly took the flowers a little flattered, "You are so considerate, sir. I haven't received flowers in many years."

"Especially the flowers from the handsome wizard." One of the twins laughed.

Molly blushed and glared at him, "Watch your ass, George. See if I open it up later."

"But I'm Fred, Mom."

"Sorry, George, I didn't mean to hit you..."

"But I am Fred, Mom, George lied to you..."

"Oh! You two little devils!"

Molly was very embarrassed by the two brats, and Murphy also found it a bit funny. The twins actually had some humorous talents.

"If it's inconvenient, can I come back next time?"

"No, no, no," Molly felt very embarrassed, "My house is too messy, but if you don't mind, please come in and have a cup of tea."

After entering the house, Murphy found that what Molly said was not modest.

The Weasley family is really a mess.

The living room and dining room on the first floor are filled with furniture. There are shelves and small boards everywhere, filled with various small objects. A large dining table occupies a large space, with nine chairs next to it, and in the corner. There are several stacked benches inside.

The open kitchen on one side was even more messy. There were various pots and pots, stacks of bowls, and pots of various sizes piled up into a hill.

Fortunately, wizards do not need extra open flames, stoves, etc. to cook, otherwise the house would most likely be burned down.

But considering that there are seven children, big and small, living here, Molly is very hardworking and tidy if her home can not turn into a garbage dump.

"Sorry, Arthur is not at home. He took Bill and Charlie to Romania. Charlie wants to manage Dragon after graduation. Arthur will see if he can find an acquaintance to introduce him."

Molly said, bringing Murphy a cup of tea.

Although the Weasley family is looked down upon by various wizard families who claim to be aristocrats, their long history and extensive connections are not fake. There are Weasley relatives all over the British wizarding world. Even abroad, the Weasley family There are also many old relatives whom I can contact.

"Ah, actually I also run a business related to magical animals, but animals like dragons are still too dangerous, so we haven't gotten involved yet."

Murphy took a sip of tea.

He put it down cautiously.

"Who says not!" Molly said with some sadness: "If you ask me, it would be great to go to the Ministry of Magic to get a stable job, but neither Bill nor Charlie are at all like Arthur. They both have to do those dangerous things. Work! Makes me worry every day!”

Bill works at Gringotts as a curse breaker.

His job is basically to rob and dig ancient tombs, and he often faces various magic traps, which is indeed very dangerous.

But when it comes to being adventurous, your husband is not a fuel saver.

The two chatted for a long time, during which time Ginny came over and gave Murphy a small cake.

Ron and the twins eavesdropped for a while, until they discovered that they were talking about very ordinary topics. The twins left in disappointment, "Didn't some people say he was a dark wizard? Why doesn't he look scary at all?"

Ron was wondering if he could use his mother's wand to try the spell taught by the twins, but Scabbers seemed to get bored and ran out of his arms.

Murphy had been paying attention to the movement here, and suddenly frowned, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, can I borrow your bathroom?"

"Oh, oh, of course, Mr. Murphy." Molly hurriedly gave Murphy directions, "Turn left ahead to the second room. Can I take you there?"

"No, no, no need." Murphy declined the other party's kindness, walked into the toilet, locked the door, and then used a disembodiment spell on himself, and then apparated outside the Burrow.

He walked to a corner, and sure enough, he saw a fat gray mouse there. It seemed to be asleep, with a piece of cheese still held in its two front paws.

"A piece of spiced cheese can catch you...you really have turned into a mouse, Peter."

Murphy picked up the mouse and put it into a traceless stretch bag, then grabbed a similar-looking gray mouse out of it, carried it with one hand and apparated back to the toilet again.

Then he pressed the flush button, pretended to go to the toilet, and then yelled, "Ah! What! Rat! There is a rat!"

Then I heard a chaotic sound of chirping.

When the Weasleys heard the noise, they all came out to take a look. Molly hurried to the toilet, "Mr. Murphy? Mr. Murphy? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, there's a mouse, oh! I caught you little one!"

"Mom, it's Scabbers, don't let him hurt Scabbers!" Ron shouted.

Molly understood as soon as she heard this and quickly knocked on the door, "Mr. Murphy, that is our pet, please don't..."

But before he finished speaking, the toilet door was opened, and Murphy was carrying the big rat, which was actually old. "I found this little guy in the toilet. Is it your pet?"

"Scabbers!" Ron grabbed the mouse, held it in his arms, and stroked it desperately.

The mouse struggled to run away, but Ron held it tightly, "It must be frightened."

"Sorry, I didn't know it was a pet..." Murphy looked apologetic.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry about it," said Molly, "Sometimes I think of him as an ordinary mouse. This is Scabbers, Percy's pet, but he will be in fourth grade when school starts and he doesn't want to take his pet with him. Went to school and gave it to Ron.”

"And thank you for helping us find him, this little guy keeps running around."

As if confirming Molly's words, the mouse suddenly jumped out of Ron's arms and disappeared into a corner.

"Banban!"

Ron yelled anxiously, not realizing that it was no longer his pet.

After all, who would take a good look at a gray-furred mouse?

"Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Weasley. It's nice to meet you. I have some things to do and I have to take my leave."

After getting Banban, Murphy said goodbye and left.

Molly also enthusiastically invited him to come back next time so that she could have a good chat with Arthur.

Murphy agreed, "I have always admired Mr. Weasley's work, and I also have a lot of research on Muggles. I look forward to our next meeting."

Back in Diagon Alley, Murphy found Rita Skeeter who was interviewing the Watcher Security Shop, handed Scabbers to Blanco Lloyd, who she was interviewing, and asked the retired Auror to hold the mouse and take the photo A few photos.

Although the latter and Rita didn't quite understand what they were doing, they didn't raise any objections to the boss's behavior.

Several reports with full-frontal photos appeared in the Daily Prophet.

Then Murphy went to the Minister of Magic Millicent and asked to personally visit his parents' graves and bring their remains back to the old house for burial.

The Darkholms died in Azkaban and were buried on the island. If Murphy wanted to visit the grave, he had to go to the island. Although Millicent found it a bit troublesome, he did not want to offend the boss of the Ministry of Magic. The financial owner found an excuse and took him to inspect the magic prison.

When he went to the island, Murphy happened to bring a few newspapers.

So three days later, news came out of Azkaban.

Sirius escaped from prison.