Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Murphy apparated to a residence in Kent and found the security field officer named Schmidt Gibson.

The latter was a little surprised by his quick arrival, but he didn't ask much. Instead, he said, "Sorry, boss, the other party is very fast and his methods are incredible. When we found out, he had already left."

He said, switching the main TV to a video recorder and rewinding for a while, "Watch this."

A picture was displayed on the TV. It was a warehouse. The camera was facing the warehouse door. The time showed 22:06 in the evening.

The still-like night shot lasted for a while. Suddenly, the door lock of the warehouse fell off on its own, and then the door was opened a small gap and then closed.

The strange thing is that no one appears in the picture.

Schmidt then switched the scene to the warehouse, which was still empty, but suddenly a box was opened, and a bottle of liquid was taken out and placed aside, and then there was a "pop", as if The spotlight of the old-fashioned camera suddenly flashed, and some white smoke came out.

But the camera still didn't capture anyone.

Murphy frowned, "Is there an infrared picture? I remembered to ask you to install an infrared camera, right?"

"have."

Schmidt switched another video recorder, rewinding the picture, and came to the warehouse door again, but this time the picture showed a light green color, which was the picture after the active infrared emission source enhanced the brightness.

This time, they saw the guy opening the warehouse door.

He was a tiptoeing man, but the outline of his body was still unclear, as if he were a chameleon blending into the night. Only when his movements were larger could he make out part of his body outline based on the disharmony in the picture.

When we arrived inside the warehouse, because the light was darker, the effect of the camera was even worse. Only in the afterglow after the burst of magnesium light came on, we could see the overall appearance of the person.

It was a man, wearing a robe.

wizard.

"Did the thermal imaging camera leave any records?" Murphy asked.

In addition to ordinary infrared cameras in the warehouse, Murphy also spent a lot of money to purchase an infrared thermal imaging camera to protect against the wizards' disillusionment spells.

"I'll give it a try." Schmidt switched the TV signal to another device.

The TV showed a stuck picture like a comic strip.

After all, the thermal imaging technology at this time was not mature enough. Not only was the instrument Murphy bought extremely expensive, but due to the hardware computing power, it could only maintain a shooting rate of one frame per second.

But this was enough for them to see the man's movements clearly.

After entering the warehouse, he groped around for a while, and then searched for something purposefully. Later, he found the box and took out a few bottles of medicine, and then took pictures with an old-fashioned camera.

After doing all this, he restored the scene to its original state, and finally took out a wooden stick and waved it before leaving the warehouse.

From the other party's calm and skillful approach, Murphy knew that the person coming this time was definitely not a layman like Papade last time. He was a veteran who was good at disguise, sneaking and gathering intelligence.

The only people in the magical world who have this ability are Aurors.

You're moving very fast, old lion.

"Boss, what kind of technology is this? Ordinary cameras can't capture any images at all. Did you expect this kind of thing before?"

"Did you see the cloak on him? It's photochemical camouflage, a military technology that's still under experimentation." Murphy joked, "Go and find a few people to collect fingerprints in the warehouse."

"Okay, do you need me to contact some people to compare those fingerprints?" Schmidt asked.

These security companies have some cooperation with the police and intelligence agencies, and it is not very difficult to use their systems to find someone's identity.

"No need." Murphy shook his head and took out a stack of information, "Let the fingerprint expert search here."

An Auror's fingerprint information is unlikely to be matched from the Muggle system, but the stack of information in his hand contains the information of the wizards and pharmacists he recruited.

Yes, he suspected that the person who infiltrated this time was probably an insider.

This warehouse was bought by Murphy specifically to store beautiful potions.

After the pharmacists have refined the beautiful potions, a clerk of the Supreme Potions will store them in another warehouse nearby, and then several Muggle workers will move them from there to this warehouse every day.

This location has gone through two or three confidentiality steps and is difficult to find just through ordinary intelligence collection methods.

There's a good chance an Auror has infiltrated the store.

Sure enough, experts quickly identified one of them through fingerprints.

Hamoud Abra, a pharmacist of Central Asian origin.

Murphy remembered that he was a taciturn little wizard who graduated from Hogwarts three years ago. It was said that his family was relatively poor. He had a good talent for potions and the beautiful potions he refined were usually of the highest quality.

However, Murphy was not sure whether he was the Auror spy.

The Polyjuice Potion was so powerful that it could even imitate the opponent's fingerprints perfectly while it was in effect. Perhaps, he was just an unlucky guy who was replaced by the Auror with Polyjuice Potion.

But in either case, what Murphy has to do is the same.

Early the next morning, he met Hamoud at the Supreme Potion Store.

After asking the clerk to find a reason to call Hammoud to a room alone, Murphy was already waiting there.

As soon as he entered the door, Hammoud seemed to notice something was wrong and tried to take out his wand, but Murphy had already been prepared and reacted faster than him.

"All petrified!"

"Legilimency!"

Hammoud's reaction already made Murphy highly suspicious that he was an Auror, and without any hesitation, he fired Legilimency to get some information.

To his surprise, however, the spell received no feedback.

"Occlumency?"

There was no need to doubt it now, the other party must be an Auror.

Who among ordinary people practices Occlumency?

However, you think that with Occlumency, you can keep the secret?

Murphy tapped the opponent's head with his wand to remove the petrification spell on the opponent's head, opened his mouth, and prepared to pour some veritaserum into him.

The latter shouted, "Murphy Darkholm! You openly attacked the Auror. My colleagues will come to support you immediately. Let me go, you are under arrest!"

"Oh? Is there support?"

Murphy was a little regretful. It seemed that he didn't have time to extract any information.

"But thank you for the reminder, and have a sweet dream, Mr. Hammoud."

"Everything is forgotten!"

…

When the Aurors arrived at the Supreme Potions Store, Murphy had already left.

They finally found their colleague by a sewer in Knockturn Alley, and the latter had forgotten all his memories for more than a month.

They then went to the residence of Hamoud Abrar, whose identity the latter had used as a cover. The place had been burned to the ground, and whatever evidence he had found was gone.