Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

North Sea, Shetland Islands.

A wooden sailboat that looked like it came from the eighteenth century slowly docked. Two Aurors each grabbed a wizard's arm and took him off the boat.

"Lucius Malfoy, your sentence has expired and you are now officially released from imprisonment." A black Auror took out a wand from the wooden box next to him and handed it over, "This is your wand."

Lucius looked as if he had aged ten years. His once shiny pale blond hair was now as withered as hay. His whole body seemed dull and numb. He took his wand after a beat of slow reaction.

The Auror opposite was already used to this and patted him on the shoulder, "Be a good person in the future and don't come back again. Oh, by the way, your family and friends are waiting for you over there, go and meet you. .”

Lucius glanced in the direction indicated by the Auror.

Narcissa, wearing a black dress, looked calm and sad. Her pale face was still expressionless, but became thinner.

Next to her stood Draco, holding his mother's hand tightly and looking at him in astonishment. He had probably never seen his father look so embarrassed.

Lucius worked hard to cheer up and tidied his hair and robe with his hands.

cheer up! Lucius! You're out of that damn place, and you can think about happy things!

But no, it was as if those monsters had permanently taken something away from his body.

Or maybe, the impact of that terrible injury has not faded yet, and he only feels waves of weakness spreading from the depths of his heart. Just crying without breaking down, just standing with dignity, is already trying his best. .

"Narcissa, Draco..." He walked towards his family and was about to hug them. Suddenly, he froze and looked at the person standing next to his wife.

"You! Why are you here?!" Lucius shouted in shock and a bit of horror.

The man took off his hood, revealing a face that had often appeared in his nightmares over the past few months.

Murphy Duckholm.

The evil thief who burned down his own house!

The viper who framed himself with despicable tricks!

He thought the so-called "friend" the Auror was talking about would be Goyle or Crabbe!

Damn, you're blind! What a friend is Murphy Darkholm!

"Lucius, it looks like you're not having a good life these days." Murphy said teasingly.

Lucius tightened his grip on the wand, and a surge of anger rose from his hollow chest, which actually brought some strength and made him feel less weak. "Don't think..."

"Okay, okay, forget about the harsh words, Lucius, I'm here to talk to you."

Lucius felt as if his breath was stuck in his chest, and he was so suffocated that he turned his head and took Narcissa's hand, "Narcissa, let's go!"

However, Narcissa did not move, "Lucius, maybe you should listen to what he has to say."

Lucius looked at his wife in shock, momentarily wondering if she was under the Imperius Curse.

But Narcissa's eyes were clear. If it was the influence of a spell, then the spell caster's power must be unfathomable.

"Sissi, you?"

Narcissa patted her husband on the shoulder, dispelling his doubts, "Just listen to what he has to say."

Lucius was still a little surprised. He pulled Draco to his side and looked at Murphy, "What are you going to say?"

"There are a lot of people here, why don't you go for a walk?"

Little Draco grabbed his father's clothes and glared at Murphy, "If you dare to hurt my dad, I will make you miserable!"

Murphy smiled. This little kid is now over eight years old, and he is actually a little cute.

He reached out and rubbed Draco's head, "Don't worry, your dad is safe, as long as he doesn't do anything stupid."

Draco wanted to knock Murphy's hand off, but the latter took it away early.

Lucius hesitated for a moment, and finally found some courage from the bottom of his heart, supporting himself to appear fearless. He took the cane handed over by Narcissa, "Okay, I want to hear what you have to say. "

The two walked along the rocky coast for a while and came to a hillside. There was a lighthouse standing higher up, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

"Okay, let's just stay here. What do you want to do?" Lucius took a few breaths, regained some strength, and asked.

"Lucius, do you like Garen?"

"What?"

"I like it very much. One of the benefits of mankind's invention of currency is that it makes most things in the world measurable."

“Money can buy knowledge to make you smart, you can buy luxurious clothes to enhance your charm, and you can even buy other people’s time and energy to accomplish more things.”

“Real power is built on interests, and everything related to interests can be measured in money.”

"So money is power. It doesn't directly equal everything you want, but it can pave the way for your desires. So, I like money, I like galleons."

"Every bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. Stealing people's money is like killing your parents, so you let your people suddenly attack my factory and want to cut off my way of making money, I will definitely Treat you as an enemy and get rid of you quickly."

Murphy was telling the story again, this time, telling a version that Lucius could understand.

"You admitted it! Your factory, you put the magic potion..."

"Sold to Muggles? Yes, I admit it." Murphy looked at him funny, "Still arguing about this now? Did you lose on the evidence, Lucius? You haven't figured it out yet. How did you lose?"

"Do you know how much I spent to win that lawsuit, Lucius? A full hundred thousand galleons! This does not include the annual donations to the Ministry of Magic!"

"One hundred thousand Galleons! What about you, how much did you spend? One thousand? Ten thousand? Tell me, how did I lose? How did you win?"

Lucius was stunned.

He was a little confused for a moment.

Using money to clear the way, isn't this... a traditional talent of the Malfoy family?

Now, someone actually beats himself on this reserved item!

Use magic to defeat magic, and gold coins to defeat gold coins!

What unspoken rules are changing!

This made him suddenly and sincerely feel a sense of defeat, even more intense than the moment he lost the case in the trial court.

He suddenly realized that Murphy did not win by some trickery, nor by luck, but by using skills that were far more skillful than his own, at a greater cost than himself, and in an upright and positive manner. Defeated myself (fog).

At this moment, Lucius suddenly realized that he felt deeply powerless.

At first, he only thought about the evidence that had been snatched back and the disrupted rhythm of the trial. He thought that if he was more careful and had better luck, he could win next time.

But Murphy told him the real reason for failure: not enough money.

This reason is so acceptable to him!

Can I spend 100,000 Galleons for a trial?

Can’t take it out!

Even if you can get it, the other party can still add money.

And do you have as much money as Murphy?

No!

So he can't win! You can never win!