Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Knockturn Alley.

Murphy was dressed in black robes, a cape, and a hood, dressed as if he was afraid that others would not know that I was a bad guy.

In fact, he didn't want to act so mediocre, but he couldn't help it.

Dark wizards and stuff, that’s cool, isn’t it?

If he wasn't so stupid, he would have wished he could get some cold air around him and focus on being ruthless.

But when he actually came to Knockturn Alley, he found that there was really no shortage of weirdos in strange clothes.

For example, the old witch seemed to have just emerged from the garbage. The hat on her head was crooked, and it was actually covered with oysters and barnacles. Her hair was curled like seaweed. I don't know if it was dyed or the influence of some kind of magic potion. It turned out to be a poisonous green color, which made people stay away from it.

There was also the hunchbacked wizard with a huge nose. Several huge insects were lying on his bald head and hunchback, seeming to be sucking his blood, but he actually looked like he was enjoying it. Desire to be drunk.

There was another tall and lanky wizard standing on the street, wearing a tattered cloak and holding a birdcage in one hand. Inside, an evil bird kept opening its mouth and trying to sing, but it seemed to be blocked. A silent spell was cast.

But in his other hand, he actually held a sickle.

He stood silently on the street, motionless, and looked like a terrifying scarecrow from a distance.

Facing these monsters and monsters, Murphy could only surrender and secretly feel ashamed.

I was conservative.

In comparison, his own attire was really ordinary, even too plain.

This feeling is similar to how you finally overcame your shame and cosplayed a character that you didn't dare to try in the past, but when you go to the comic exhibition, you can see that there are many shameless cross-dressing men everywhere, and you have made a little breakthrough. The sense of accomplishment that one feels for oneself suddenly becomes boring.

However, that’s okay, with so many conspicuous bags, you don’t have to worry about being noticed.

Murphy walked around Knockturn Alley and found several places where he could open a store. The rents were very cheap, ranging from two hundred to five hundred galleons. Murphy directly rented one of the larger stores. I decided to find someone to do some casual decoration in a few days.

Then Murphy also found a shop that sold potion materials, "Toad Cellar".

Murphy asked about it and found out that they only sold some unconventional potion ingredients, such as human bone powder, fingernails, cobra venom glands, witch menstrual blood, etc.

But after paying a few galleons for consulting fees, Murphy still got a name from the shop owner Halima, Lisandro Faure.

It was said that he could get any material Murphy wanted.

"Song of the Sirens" tavern, Murphy met Lisandro.

It was a young man with pale skin. He was playing poker with another wizard. The latter lost after a while. The notary standing aside handed back their wands. Lisandro laughed and said The few Galleons bet on the table were pocketed.

"Here I go." Murphy pushed the loser away, and the latter cursed, but Murphy pulled out a wand and the latter got out of the way.

He handed his wand to the notary and sat down.

But Lisandro stood up and said, "I don't play with strangers."

As he spoke, he prepared to clear away the cards on the table.

Murphy reached out and held him down, "Halima said you were hospitable, and I thought she meant it."

He said, arranging twenty Galleons on the table, "Have a go, I won't take any of it if you win, and you take it if you lose, how about it? Or do you think you don't dare?"

"Fu Lai, this guy called you a coward." The bartender in the tavern, who seemed to be an acquaintance of Fu Lai, sneered.

"Fuck you, sell your pig urine." Lisandro cursed, but he sat down again, "If you have the guts, I will play with you. If you lose, you have something to say. If you win, you have to give me twice as much!"

"Boy, I advise you not to bet with him, this guy is a lunatic." The bartender advised.

"Thank you," Murphy smiled, then looked at Lisandro, "How do you play?"

"Simple." Lisandro said, put the pile of cards away, shuffled them twice, divided them into two piles, and placed them on the table.

"One person chooses a pile, and after shuffling the cards, draw three cards. Whoever has the higher card wins. You can choose first."

Murphy understands that under this rule, Lisandro, who shuffles the cards first, may know part of the order of the two piles of cards. No matter which pile of cards he chooses, he can use some techniques to extract the big cards from his pile. .

Since I don't know the initial order of the card pile, I can only rely on luck.

"It's not fair. You just shuffled the cards, maybe you know the order, or you marked the cards. You can always draw the card you want."

"There is no absolute fairness, boy, do you want to bet or not?"

"Bet, but I want to change it to a fairer way. Instead of drawing the cards ourselves, someone else will deal the cards. This will prevent the two of us from cheating."

Lisandro stared at him, "Who do you want to choose?"

Murphy looked around the tavern and pointed at the man who lost the bet just now, "It's you."

Only this guy who just lost to Lisandro will definitely not be his accomplice.

"Okay!" Lisandro actually agreed, reaching for a pile of cards and arranging them in front of him, "Then let him deal the cards!"

After saying that, he pointed at the man and said, "You, Vasco, come here!"

The man came over tremblingly, a little at a loss, but Lisandro stood up and patted his shoulder, "I agreed on behalf of the master to do what you just said."

After saying that, he suddenly hugged Vasco's neck and bit it down.

Murphy was shocked and wanted to touch the wand, but Vasco, who was bitten, did not struggle, but instead let out a strange groan.

After a while, Lisandro raised his head, wiped his mouth, and let go of Vasco. The latter suddenly collapsed on the ground, and he slowly got up after a while.

Lisandro glanced at Murphy teasingly, knocked on the table, "Deal the cards!"

Vasco's eyes were gray, and he walked stiffly to the card table. One hand moved slowly on the cards arranged by Lisandro. Suddenly, he seemed to feel some signal. He lowered his arm and pulled out a card. , and then start exploring the deck again.

Lisandro was also staring at Vasco, his eyes gradually turning red.

Looking at Vasco again, two small holes on his neck that looked like snake bites were bleeding.

Grass!

vampire!

Lisandro is a fucking vampire!

He has transformed Vasco into his blood slave, and is using the superior vampire's natural ability to control the blood slave to control him to draw cards for him!

Merlin's bastard!

It's just a game of cards, is it worth it? !

Soon, three cards were drawn, and Lisandro breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had just controlled Vasco's actions, which was not easy for him.

"It's your turn!"

Murphy frowned, but under the gaze of the other party, he had to arrange his cards like him.

At this time, Vasco had returned to normal. He came to Murphy's side and grabbed three cards from the top of the deck without even looking.

Lisandro just said that Vasco seemed to want the "master" behind Lisandro, and judging from the fact that he did not resist becoming a blood slave, it seems that what he wanted was to become a blood slave.

After all, compared to ordinary wizards, vampires really live longer.

This guy is now Lisandro's man.

"Let's open the cards!"