Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Stoat Mountain.

Murphy sat idle in his small courtyard, looking at the fields in the distance where several children were driving away the goblins.

With his current far-sightedness, he could clearly see a bug thousands of meters away, so even here, he could see the evil smiles on the faces of George and Fred. They seemed to be planning to give them something to eat. The goblins exploded.

Ron was throwing stones hurriedly, and next to him stood an angry Ginny. She was hit by a goblin's mud and was about to take revenge.

Murphy watched with gusto.

He has been living here a lot recently because of his recuperation, and he has a good relationship with the Weasley family. Occasionally, Murphy will visit the house and give some small gifts to a few children. For example, he just gave them some gifts some time ago. A few sweeps of the Seven Stars made Ron extremely happy.

And Arthur often came to visit, bringing delicious food made by Molly, and discussing things about the Muggle world with him.

As the director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, Arthur's knowledge of Muggle items is both ridiculously shallow and full of imagination.

If Murphy's previous cynical temperament was followed, he must have felt that the other party was hopelessly stupid, unreasonable, and a deadbeat.

But now, he only thinks it's fun, and even dismantled his own TV into pieces together with Arthur.

Suddenly, after a space distortion at the foot of the mountain, a man with long light blond hair appeared there holding a cane.

Lucius arrived.

…

Lucius had never been to Stoat Mountain, but the crow landed on him and made him apparate. After he uttered the spell, he was sent here.

He looked around and found that he was standing at the foot of a hillside.

Before he was sure where to go, he heard a creaking sound and looked up to see several crows perched on a small tree nearby.

Only then did he notice that there were crows everywhere, not just on the tree, but on the hillside in front of him.

Most of them were walking around randomly in the grass, pecking at small insects, but on both sides of a path leading to the hillside, those black birds stood like guards, all staring at themselves with black eyes.

Lucius walked uneasily onto the path under the gaze of the crows.

"Gah, Lucius!"

"Gah, idiot!"

"Gah, you're done."

Many of these crows could actually speak human words, and the words they spoke made Lucius's mood hit rock bottom.

In just over ten minutes, he seemed to have climbed for a century. When he arrived in front of the courtyard, he was already covered in cold sweat and was so weak that he seemed to faint immediately.

The originally sunny sky turned cloudy and became much cooler. The wind picked up, making him feel chilly.

In that courtyard, Murphy was sitting on a high-backed chair, overlooking himself climbing up the steps at the door.

"Lucius."

Murphy leaned lazily on the back of the chair, resting one hand on the armrest, raising his chin slightly, and his half-closed eyes showed a golden color in the gradually dimming light.

His voice was neither loud nor harsh. He just called out his name, but it was like the death sentence.

Lucius only felt that a disaster was approaching, as if a huge boulder was hanging above his head. His feet gave way and he knelt down directly.

"Mo...Lord, Master..."

Murphy sighed.

If I had known today, why bother in the beginning?

At the beginning, he really thought that he could get along well with these so-called pure-blood nobles. At most, he would give away some profits. Anyway, his business is so big. If he just leaked a little bit from between his fingers, it would be more than what they had earned in the past. too much.

However, due to lack of support, they would not care how much benefit Murphy's arrival brought to them, but would only be jealous that Murphy took up the lion's share.

For these guys, Murphy can see clearly now. They believe in the jungle law of the jungle from the bottom of their hearts. On the surface, they appear to be gentle gentlemen, but in their bones, like their ancestors who made a fortune from this, they are just a group of bandits who eat raw materials and drink blood.

They simply disdain what they call "civilization" and being gentle will only make them think you are weak and can be bullied.

There is only one way to deal with them.

Beat them until they hurt to the core, then put collars on them, tie them on reins, and set rules to act as vicious dogs in your hands.

"Lucius," Murphy looked at the man lying at his feet and said in a calm tone, "Do you want to live or die?"

"I want to live! I want to live! Master, spare me, spare my life..."

After kneeling down, the master became more and more fluent as he shouted.

"good."

Murphy waved his hand, and a parchment appeared in front of him. A quill was dipped in some kind of ink that looked like the blood of some animal and kept writing on it. After a while, the entire parchment was filled with words. Then, the parchment fell in front of Lucius.

"If you want to live, use your blood to sign this contract."

Lucius picked up the parchment with trembling hands and found that it was indeed a contract, stipulating that he must serve Murphy until the latter relieved him of his obligations.

Its service content can be summarized in one sentence: use all means to ensure that Murphy's orders are carried out unconditionally.

This is a slave contract. Except that it doesn't say that he can be bought or sold at will, Murphy can control almost all of his actions and order him to do anything.

Just like he did with house elves.

This is absolute loyalty without any conditions.

For a moment, Lucius thought of Rasim Selwyn and Barty Crouch. Is it because of this contract that they are so loyal to Murphy?

There must be an extremely powerful spell attached to this contract. He knew that once he signed it, he would be unable to control himself from now on, and even his thoughts might be controlled by the other party.

In fact, his guess was indeed correct. This is an application method developed by Murphy through the contract mode of Soul Seed. He does not have to recite the Soul Seed spell to the contractor every time, but adds the Soul Seed spell to the contractor. When it came to the parchment, what was written on it were the conditions of the contract.

what to do?

If you sign, you will become a slave completely, but if you don't sign, the only outcome will be death.

Lucius was not a decisive person to begin with. Faced with such a big decision at this moment, it was difficult to make up his mind at the moment.

But Murphy obviously didn't have that much patience to wait, "You only have ten seconds to decide."

Following his words, wind and thunder gathered in the sky, and streaks of lightning crawled through the clouds, as if they could fall at any time.

"Gah! Idiot!"

"Gah! Fool!"

The crows squawked around Lucius in glee.

There was also a countdown for him, "Gah, eight!"

"Gah, six!"

"three!"

"one!"

Click, a bright electric light flashed in the air, and just as it was about to hit, Lucius bit his finger, "I sign! I sign!"

As he spoke, he wrote his name in blood on the contract.

After writing, Lucius held up the contract and said, "Great Murphy! I, Lucius Malfoy, swear to be loyal to you forever!"

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the lightning in the air suddenly shot down, but it did not hit Lucius. Instead, it sank into the contract, and then the contract dissipated in the electric fire.

Vaguely, Lucius felt as if something had been carved into his heart, as if his soul had been locked in an iron cage, making it impossible for him to do whatever he wanted.

"Get up, let's talk business now."

"Lucius, you and Albert Runcorn are both governors of Hogwarts, right?"

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