Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"Murphy! Darkholm!" A roar woke him up from his sleep, "Fell asleep at work! Deduction of bonus! Sluggard! Have you finished writing your reply?"

In the Pest Office, Murphy opened his eyes and saw a mountain of letters in front of him.

Goblin, vixen, little evil spirit...

"Bang!" A spherical meat mountain sat in front of him, spittle splattered from its plump lips, and he kept talking.

He saw his own reflection in the other's eyes.

Pale, thin, with messy hair and thick dark circles under his eyes, he looks like he has been cultivating immortality to the point of kidney failure.

[A fight with Alex...]

What am I doing here, why am I doing this boring job?

Why should I listen to this ugly woman nagging?

He wanted to stand up.

Suddenly a heavy pressure surged up.

No more work? Is life over? How to make money? Can't pay off the mortgage? What did your parents say? What do relatives think? Are you going to the class reunion?

“It’s hard to move without money.”

"Just bear with it, it will pass after you bear with it."

"This is how we got here. Just get through these few years and you'll be fine."

"Young man, you deserve to suffer a little."

"It's so hard to make money now. I can make a good living, but I still don't know how to cherish it."

"Do you have a house? Do you have a car? How much is your salary?"

"Sorry, I don't like unmotivated men."

【Ah】

"Bang!" Murphy stood up at some point and punched the meat ball in the face.

"Fuck you!"

…

It didn't know when it got dark, and he came to the door of his house.

When he opened the door, he saw a woman breastfeeding a child.

As soon as he entered the door, the child suddenly burst into tears.

"Close the door! What a cold wind!"

He quickly closed the door and said, "I brought food. There is something you want to eat..."

"What to eat! The child has a fever, and he doesn't even look at me. He doesn't know what to do every day, and he doesn't see any money."

He leaned over and saw a red little face.

That look seemed a bit familiar.

【Tom? 】

"I quit my job, and I just happen to be helping you take care of your children these days..."

"What?!"

"You quit your job? Are you crazy? It's such a good job, you sit in the office every day, blow the air conditioner and drink tea and get paid. Why did you quit?!"

"Don't you think you can't make any money even if you're busy every day?"

"Where are you going to make money after you quit your job? What else do you want? Go and apologize to the leader and see if you can go back..."

"It's impossible..."

"Murphy! Are you crazy! Are we going to drink from the northwest wind in the future! How will we live like this in the future!?"

"I will find a way, I will change my job, and we will face it together."

"Together? Murphy! Can you be more mature! Can you stop dreaming! What else will you do? Move bricks? What do you do to support us?"

"Do you know how much milk powder costs for a month? Do you know how much it costs for a child to go to school? Do you know how expensive a house in a school district is?"

"Murphy, stop dreaming! Everyone is exchanging their dreams for money, and everyone is selling their time. Why can't you?"

"How noble is your self-esteem? How much is your ideal worth? Accept the reality! You are just a common creature!"

"Admit it, Murphy! You are just a mediocre person! You are just a mortal! You will only achieve nothing in the end!"

"..."

【Do you want to admit defeat? 】

"……No."

…

Under the bridge, he huddled in a simple shack, cutting a wooden stick.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing?"

"Make a wand."

"Wand? Cane?"

He stopped talking.

"Hey, why don't you speak?"

"Look, this guy thinks he has magic."

"Hey, old man, let's act like a real person."

"I want to see fire breathing."

"That's acrobatics, idiot."

"Hey, old man, I'm talking to you."

"This old man is a little crazy, beat him up!"

The shack was demolished, and he was trampled under the feet of several teenage streetwalkers, but he still held the wooden stick in his hand.

"Bring it to you!"

Someone snatched the stick away.

"Give back the wand! You idiot!"

The stick was broken.

【Do you want to admit defeat? 】

"Ah."

A hand pulled up his hair, "Don't you know magic? Let's perform one!"

"Okay." He said, "Close your eyes first."

He picked up the stick-cutting knife.

One knife cut across several people's necks.

"This move is called the breath-breaking technique."

…

"This guy is a dark wizard!" A jailer dropped a plate of rancid food with a clang. "He killed someone and deserves to die in Azkaban."

"Are you a dark wizard?" In the cell, several strange black figures looked over.

"no."

"So you are a good person?"

"no."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm Murphy."

"No, you are not Murphy..."

In the corner, a dark figure showed its face, "I am the one. You are a counterfeit, you pretend to be me, you use my name and live like me, you are a thief, you are a robber..."

He walked towards the shadow and thrust the knife into the other person's heart.

"So?" he asked.

"Why don't you feel guilty? Don't you have a conscience?" Shadow struggled and wailed.

"Conscience? I'm not a good person."

"Killing!" someone screamed.

Countless dementors pounced on him and he was pinned to the ground.

Dumbledore stood on the trial stand, "Murphy Darkholm, do you plead guilty?"

【ha! 】

He stood up slowly, allowing the Dementor to inhale crazily, but still straightened his body.

"Plead guilty? I'm not a bad person."

…

"Most of the cells in your body have aged to varying degrees, and the probability of cancer in tissues throughout your body has greatly increased. You may develop cancer at any time."

"From the imaging point of view, it should be a tumor. This location can be operated on. Do you want to do it?"

"Let's do the surgery."

"There are two cysts in the lungs with irregular edges. The possibility of malignant tumors is relatively high, but it is difficult to operate here. Let's give it radiotherapy."

"good."

"Colon tumors need to be removed and then a fistula will be created. You will have to live with a bag in the future."

"Let's do the surgery."

"The stomach needs to be cut off..."

"Lymphatic system tumors can only be treated with chemotherapy..."

"This time the dose will be very large. You may suffer from edema all over your body, hair loss, and your body will become very weak..."

"This time it's the esophagus, you can only eat liquid food from now on..."

"pancreas……"

"Small intestine..."

"liver……"

"brain……"

Sitting on the hospital bed was a man with edema all over his body. His body was covered with various instruments, and his body was covered with bandages.

"Oh my god," someone came to visit, "it's so pitiful..."

"The lungs, liver, spleen and kidneys...the internal organs...there is no good place in the whole body."

"Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery, complications, infections... most of the body's immune system has been destroyed, and it relies entirely on drugs to fill the holes. Coughs, headaches, difficulty breathing, and syncope are all common..."

"It's so painful, why not..."

"Yeah, why bother? Don't bother, go back and eat something good, and spend the last time happily, isn't it good?"

"Murphy, it's hard for us to see you in such pain..."

"We can no longer treat your condition here. Please try another hospital."

"Experimental therapy? In your case, you will most likely die..."

"The success rate is very small. We recommend that you still receive conservative treatment and go back to spend more time with your family..."

"Why are you so stubborn? Wouldn't it be better to give up your fantasies and seize the last moment? Why torture yourself and others?"

"This is a terminal illness, don't you understand? Terminal disease! There is no hope!"

"...There is no hope?"

【Do you want to give up? 】

"No."