Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Priozersk.

This is a small city located in the northwest of the Soviet Union, north of St. Petersburg, on the shores of Lake Ladoga.

Even though it's May now, the weather is still cool.

In the evening, Murphy turned into lightning and fell from the sky, appearing near a river bend.

After receiving the news from Barty Jr., Murphy rushed over directly. His purpose was to seek dialogue, and he probably guessed some clues from Barty Jr.'s narrative.

This is likely to be an opportunity for him to plan in the Soviet Union.

Not long after he appeared, a human face suddenly appeared on a white pine next to him, and then a man emerged from it, "Mr. Murphy Duckholm?"

Murphy glanced at the other person and saw that he was wearing a smart military uniform with a cape with many blue and red stripes on it. It seemed to be a modern variation of shaman clothing.

"it's me."

"Please come with me, His Majesty will be waiting for you by the lake."

Murphy nodded, without much surprise, and followed the man along a path toward the lakeside.

"My name is Azir." The man walked a little ahead of Murphy, his attitude seemed very friendly, "The palace shaman is probably similar to his majesty's secretary and errand boy."

"Murphy, an ordinary wizard." Murphy also introduced himself.

"You are so humble." Azir's English seemed to be very good, and he could barely hear the Soviet accent. "Your name is almost known to everyone in the British wizarding community. I heard that you are now teaching at Hogwarts?" "

"You investigated very carefully."

"Sorry, I just got to know you briefly. After all, we don't have many opportunities to deal with wizards from other countries, and the information is limited. If we want to know your information, we can only use this method."

"It's understandable, I would do the same thing in my place," Murphy said, "However, I know very little about your country compared to what your country knows about me."

"Oh, didn't those wizards you invited as guests fail to answer your questions properly?"

"Maybe I didn't entertain them well, they haven't opened their hearts to me yet," Murphy said.

In fact, those Soviet wizards have been basically drained. With Legilimency and Veritaserum, they have said everything they should and should not say.

It was also thanks to them that Murphy learned that the current Queen of Alkaim, Sophia Petrovna, had a bad relationship with her uncle, regent, and consul, Grand Duke Ivan.

Her Majesty the Queen is about to come of age and wants to take over the throne, but her uncle is reluctant to return the power in his hands.

Murphy was not surprised at all. Similar plots have happened dozens if not hundreds of times in Chinese history.

In particular, it is said that Grand Duke Ivan still has three sons.

Azir glanced at Murphy.

He knew most of the people caught by Murphy. The sentence just now was naturally a satire on him for kidnapping wizards from other countries and doing nothing.

But I didn't expect Murphy to admit it frankly, and even describe the imprisonment and interrogation in such a fresh and refined manner. This guy is really thick-skinned.

No wonder he could go from being an ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic to becoming the leader behind the scenes.

The two exchanged a few more meaningless words. Murphy roughly understood the other party's attitude, and Azir also had a little understanding of Murphy.

Finally, they came to a terrace.

A thin figure was standing by the railing of the terrace looking at the lake in the distance. When Azir bowed and left, she turned around and said, "Hello, Mr. Darkholm, we finally meet."

Sophia was still dressed in a neutral outfit today. She did not wear a heavy hair crown, her long hair was just tied up, and she was wearing a blue-green military uniform.

She likes to dress herself like this, which makes her feel more capable and heroic, closer to a queen rather than some weak princess.

She took off her gloves and raised her right hand slightly.

Murphy stepped forward, bowed and took the other person's hand, and lightly touched the smooth back of his hand with his lips, "I have met Your Majesty."

"You should kneel down," the Queen reminded.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Your Majesty." Murphy apologized, but made no move. "In my motherland, there is no longer a monarch, and everyone is equal. I only kneel to my parents, heaven and earth, and my mentor. I don't kneel to others. Please, Your Majesty." Forgive me."

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he kneels or not, it's just a courtesy, and this is also an excuse he makes casually.

The important thing is to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and strive for the initiative.

The Queen obviously didn't like this answer, and the two were in a stalemate for a while. The Queen didn't take back her hand, and Murphy didn't let go. They just held it for a while, and Sophia asked: "Has Mr. Darkholm always been so aggressive?"

"Sorry, Your Majesty, my Su Mandarin is not very good. Are you saying that I am too gentle?"

"..."

Sophia was speechless for a moment, this bastard Su obviously spoke Chinese very well!

What kind of nonsense are you putting here!

And is this guy scratching his palms? !

A little angry and a little amused, she withdrew her hand and said, "Mr. Darkholm, you are really funny."

"Your Majesty is so complimentary."

Sophia suddenly felt a little less confident. This guy was obviously only in his twenties, how could he be so smooth? She felt like she was a little unsure.

We can no longer chat with him here. In front of such a cunning guy, the more you talk, the easier it is to get caught. At this time, you should use your power to suppress others.

"Hmph!" She snorted and made a serious face, "Murphy Darkholm. As a British wizard, you can cause trouble in your own country, but you still dare to reach out to the Soviet Union. You plotted to murder the President of the Soviet Union, intended to overthrow the Soviet regime, killed the great shaman, captured and imprisoned the Soviet wizards, what crime should you commit?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, more than a dozen pairs of eyes lit up in the woods nearby. They stared here closely. Murphy could feel a surge of magic power, as if they would launch a thunder attack as long as the queen gave the order. Blow him to pieces.

Murphy's smile did not change, "Your guards are really well-trained. I heard that there are so-called battle mages in your country, specializing in combat magic, and the Royal Guards are the best among them. Now it seems that they are indeed well-deserved."

"You know you're afraid?"

"May I ask Your Majesty, how long does it take for your country's fastest combat magic to kill a person?"

"What?" Sophia didn't understand yet.

"As far as I know, the fastest attack magic of your country's shaman is wind blade, which can reach several times the speed of sound. The closest guard to me is about twenty steps away now. Even if wind blade does not require a spell, from activation to cutting down My brain also needs ten milliseconds."

"And your Majesty, do you know the speed of lightning?"

"You may not have any idea, but I can tell you that it is about one hundred thousand to one million meters per second."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually glowed with a golden color, and tiny snake lightning flashed between his beard and hair.

"Ten milliseconds, one kilometer, is enough for more than twenty round trips. If you want to kill me, you must at least prepare a hundred-man team."

"Oh, maybe it's not enough."

"After all, the distance between me and you is only one step away."

Sophia's heart suddenly tightened.

Even though she knew that Mrs. Yaga, the palace internal affairs officer who was no less powerful than the Great Shaman, was secretly protecting her, and even though she knew that she had no less than five magic items on her body that could teleport, die on her behalf, etc., at this moment she still felt A little bit of fear.

No wonder she was so confused by this man's harmless handsome face that she didn't consider that he was a maniac who was so audacious that he dared to kidnap the President of the Soviet Union.

Since the Muggle president can kidnap people, who knows that he wouldn't dare to assassinate him?

If I had known better, I should have listened to Mrs. Yaga and asked him to meet in the palace.

Sophia's heart was beating nervously, but there was no clue on her face, "Are you threatening me?"

"How is that possible?" Murphy smiled, "I was just discussing the weather with you."

As he spoke, he took a half step back and made an invitation gesture, "I have always heard about the beautiful scenery of Lake Ladoga and I am very yearning for it. Now that I am here today, I always feel a little regretful just standing here."

"Your Majesty, may I invite you for a walk?"