Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

The other party quickly replied: "Okay, is the trap prepared to be fatal or non-lethal?"

Murphy thought for a while, he was not going to kill anyone and make things difficult to deal with, "It's not fatal."

After hanging up the phone, Murphy disapparated in the toilet and went to the warehouse to collect all the potions to prevent the Aurors from getting direct evidence.

He then returned to the umbrella company and asked the purchasing department to remove the two shell companies from the supply list.

After doing this, the ambulance arrived.

Patrick asked the ambulance to take Jennifer away, and he was about to follow, but he answered a call at the last minute.

When he hung up the phone, Patrick's face looked very ugly, "Boss, we are in big trouble again."

Murphy was still thinking about how to transport potions more safely in the future. When he heard Patrick's words, he frowned, "What's the trouble?"

"The police from Scotland Yard called just now and told us to go for questioning. MI5 (the British National Security Agency) did not know where they got the tip, saying that we were involved in threatening national security. They are planning to hold a hearing in a few days. "

"What?" Murphy was stunned, "Umbrella Company threatens national security?"

This umbrella is not the same as that. There is no research on zombie viruses. The products currently launched are only therapeutic white medicine and some cosmetics. What does these things have to do with national security?

"Yes, they also specifically asked you to be present."

Murphy's frown deepened. He vaguely felt that this matter was probably related to those Aurors.

"What evidence do they have?"

Patrick shook his head, "It's not clear yet, I'm going to make a few calls."

After a while, Patrick came back, his face pale, "I have a friend at Scotland Yard, and he told me that this matter may be serious. The orders MI5 received came directly from No. 10 Downing Street!"

10 Downing Street, the official residence of the Prime Minister.

The most powerful center in the UK.

Murphy was also stunned.

The Umbrella Company has become so powerful that the Prime Minister has to deal with it personally?

The current owner of that official residence is the Iron Lady!

If she really wants to deal with the protective umbrella, then the protective umbrella is really dead.

but why?

Does the research on protective umbrella really involve national security?

No, if this is the case, it should not be this attitude, but should be more valued and protected.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Murphy's mind.

Uh, it seems that the original book mentioned that Aurors will personally protect the Muggle Prime Minister?

Is there an Auror around the Iron Lady?

He understood instantly and felt a sudden lightness in his heart.

Using a protective umbrella to fight against the state machinery is undoubtedly a fantasy, but if it is just to deal with Aurors, there is still a way.

But it can’t be delayed.

MI5 did not know that Aurors were behind the scenes. They would only think that the order to investigate the umbrella came from the spokesperson of the country.

And the protective umbrella does have many secrets that cannot be scrutinized.

"Patrick, try to deal with it for a few days." Murphy ordered Patrick, "I will solve this matter."

At this moment, he figured out that the Aurors around the Muggle Prime Minister must have received Scrimgeour's instructions. On the one hand, they could try to destroy the company that violated the Wizarding Secrecy Act while investigating the protective umbrella.

On the other hand, they can also force themselves to appear through hearings.

If he really goes, the Aurors can connect Murphy Darkholm and Morpheus Anon and prove that Murphy is Morpheus.

By then, even if White Medicine or the Venus series cannot be proven to be magic potions, Murphy will not be able to escape the charge of making money in the Muggle society, and they can still send him to Azkaban.

"What can you do?" Patrick asked.

"If we can't solve the trouble, we'll solve the troublemaker," Murphy said. "I want him to step down!"

"Who? Him? The Iron Lady?" Patrick was shocked. Although he didn't know why Murphy used 'him', he could only think of his own Prime Minister in this context. "You want her to step down??!! You are crazy. Already?"

Murphy, who was about to leave, was staggered by Patrick's imagination.

That is a woman who can rub shoulders with great men. Great Britain has only produced an outstanding politician in many years.

Take her down? I might as well just dominate the Ministry of Magic.

…

Wiltshire.

A manor house situated in the quiet village of Lacock.

This is Malfoy's new home, a manor villa that was bought by Malfoy's ancestors in the last century.

The original manor was still being rebuilt, so they had to live here first.

Little Draco was very dissatisfied with this. He felt that he was too embarrassed to see Crabbe and Goyle. He actually lived in such a crowded small house with Muggles as neighbors! This is simply an insult to Malfoy's reputation.

"Clang!" With a sound, Draco knocked the food brought by the elf to the ground, "Cheese toast! This again! Can't we afford meat for three days in a row?!"

The elf was so frightened that he suddenly fell to the ground and kept apologizing.

"My dear, I'll let Becky do whatever you want to eat." Narcissa comforted her son.

"I don't want to eat anything! I hate it here!" Draco shouted, "I want to go home! I don't want to live here!"

As he said that, he ran out of the door, but happened to run into the arms of someone.

When he looked up, he saw a young man with black hair looking at him teasingly, "Hey, young master, you are such a crybaby."

Murphy!

Draco Malfoy was startled, screamed and ran back.

Lucius also came out of the room, "Is that you?"

"Lucius, I have been waiting for more than a month. Have you thought about it?"

…

In the study, Murphy watched the elf named Becky by Lucius filling himself a glass of red wine, and asked with a smile: "Is this wine for distinguished guests, or for low-level people?"

"Hmph, all the good wine was burned by your fire spell. This is the only wine here!"

Murphy didn't take it seriously, "It's good that I didn't burn you to death. By the way, where's Dobby? He saved your whole family, so you didn't kill him, right?"

"He betrayed his master and deserved to die!" Lucius snorted, "But it's not that easy to die! He is now locked in the cellar and will punish himself every day until he dies."

"That's almost it. A house elf was led to tell a few truths. Don't be so petty."

"Loyalty is the only value of a house elf! You are just too frivolous! It's as if you want to treat all traditions as a joke!"

"You want me to win over allies? You won't succeed. No one will like you."

"That's why I need you." Murphy said, "I don't need their love, as long as they don't cause trouble for me."

"and……"

Murphy said, putting a bag of gold coins on the table, "There must be no one who doesn't like it, right?"

Lucius glanced at the gold coins and said, "I thought the Supreme Potion lost all your money. It seems you made a lot of money from Muggles."

"Want it?"

"..."

"Shut down Slug's and Giggs' pharmacies. From now on, there will only be one pharmacy in the wizarding world, and that is the Supreme Potion! Whoever dares to compete, I will make him lose all his money."

"..."

After a long time, Lucius sighed.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"