Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

In Bryansk Oblast, a special train from Cosmo is traveling quickly through the forest.

From the outside, this looks like an ordinary green leather passenger train, but its interior is as luxurious as a palace. The carriage and bottom are equipped with thick armor that can withstand bombs, and the window glass is even bulletproof. Even if it was directly hit by rockets, this train would not derail.

In one of the carriages, there were several sofas, and Chobagov was dining. He had a bad appetite recently, and the food he ate was relatively simple. There was only one "Arish" made with mutton, eggplant, pepper, etc. on the table. "Qiu", he took a few simple bites and then put down the tableware.

Then he picked up a document on the table and read it, shaking his head as he read it.

why is it like this?

I obviously want to save this country, but now everything seems to be developing in an uncontrollable direction. The originally conceived and beautiful strategies will always be used by those damn speculators and distorted to unexpected ends if they are implemented. The place.

He felt physically and mentally exhausted. Even though he was the leader of the second largest political entity in the world, at this moment he only felt a mountain of terrible pressure that almost made him breathless.

There were two guards standing on each side of the carriage. Since the incident he encountered on his last vacation, he had changed the people around him. These four were also new faces. He looked at one of them, "Pavlov, Where have we been?"

"We have just passed the Kaluga region and we can reach Bryansk in two hours, Your Excellency the President."

Chobagov looked out the window. There were tall camphor pine forests on both sides. The sunlight was projected between the trees, making it look a bit desolate and gloomy in the autumn.

Suddenly, he saw something different.

It seemed to be a bird, a black crow, flying at the edge of the woods. After a while, it came close to the train, so close that it almost touched the window.

The crow flew side by side with the train outside the window for a while, and a black bean-like eye seemed to be staring at him, which made Chobagov feel a little surprised.

But soon, the crow crowed and suddenly rose up to the point where it was out of sight.

He glanced up curiously and saw dozens of crows flying up from different locations on the train and converging in the air. Just as he was stunned, a bright light suddenly flashed, like a spotlight, making him subconsciously He averted his eyes, and when he looked again, the crows had disappeared at some point.

"This..." He almost thought he was dazzled.

But at this moment, Pavlov said: "Your Excellency, you are about to enter the tunnel."

In an instant, the train entered a tunnel, the window suddenly darkened, and the air seemed to suddenly become colder. He felt some slight discomfort in his eardrums, and picked up a cocktail on the table and took a sip.

"Pavlov, did you see just now..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a strange voice saying: "Nox!"

The bright lights in the carriage suddenly went out, and everything was plunged into darkness.

Chobagov was startled, but he heard Pavlov shout, "It's a spell! Protect the president!"

But then a red light flashed in the darkness, "Collapse!"

The moment the light came on, he saw Pavlov was hit and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Pavlov! Quick! Call Zeng..."

"Awada Kendawa!" A terrifying green flash lit up, and Chobagov saw a thin man holding a wooden stick in his hand, with an excited grin on his face, pointing at his other side. A guard, who was hit by the green light and fell backward before he finished speaking.

"Great Oak, Spirit of the Ancestors, I request..." Chobagov recognized Sergei's voice, but he suddenly seemed to be gagged.

Then, there was another pop.

Suddenly, the light came back on, and Chobagov tremblingly discovered that there were six more people in the carriage.

And his guards had all been knocked to the ground.

The youngest man among the group was incredibly handsome. He was wearing a black robe. He knelt down and glanced at the guard who was hit by the green flash, and suddenly slapped another young man in the face.

"Why the death curse?"

"I'm sorry, Master..." The original bloodthirsty smile on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face disappeared in an instant, "I, I..."

"Your hands are itchy, right? Are you sick?" The terrorist, who looked to be less than twenty years old, glared at the man, "If you kill him, how will you use Polyjuice Potion in the future? You don't know how to control your desires. , how can it become a big thing!"

With a pop, the man knelt on the ground, "I'm sorry, Master...I, I was wrong..."

Murphy wished he could kick him, but this was not the time to set rules. "You guys, hurry up and clean up the battlefield according to the plan. And you, stop kneeling and pull out a few of his hair. He just died now, maybe There is still some breath left.”

After he finished speaking, he finally came to Chobagov.

The latter was trembling all over, "Who are you? Who sent you here? What are you going to do?"

But Murphy just looked him over and then shook his head, "Chubagov?"

"Are you British?!" Chobagov heard his accent. "Do you want to start a world war?"

"World war?" Murphy sneered, "Because of you?"

That's really sad.

"Come here! Come here!" Chobagov suddenly shouted.

"Don't waste your efforts," Murphy said. He had set a silencing spell on the carriage so that no sound could be heard. "Don't worry, you won't die."

"What do you want to do? What benefit does assassinating me now do you?" Qiubagov asked.

"Who wants to assassinate you? Don't you like being an actor? I just want to use your face."

Murphy said, raising his wand, "Collapse!"

Two minutes later, when the chef opened the door of the carriage again, he saw Gorbachev eating large chunks of food on the plate.

"Mr. President, your appetite seems to be good today?" the chef said happily.

"Such a simple dish can be so delicious." Valery Lermontov, who transformed into Gorbachev through polyjuice potion, swept the last bit of minced meat on the plate into his mouth and took it. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he smiled, "No wonder so many people want to be president."

"You are so funny." The chef also smiled, "What makes you so happy? Has anything good happened?"

Valery pushed away the dinner plate and stood up, looking out the window.

The sun shines through the treetops and shines on his face, making him feel that everything is still full of hope.

The chef felt inexplicably that the President seemed different today. His waist was straight and he seemed much younger.

"Yeah, something good happened." Valery said.

"And in the future, more good things will happen."

"Until all the sinners who want to be buried alive in this country change their minds and turn over a new leaf."