Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

St. Mungo's Hospital.

Rufus Scrimgeour and Kingsley Shacklebolt hurried over, but were stopped outside the ward by a healer.

"How is he?" Kingsley asked tremblingly.

"The situation is very bad," the therapist shook his head. "Both of his legs were almost smashed, and there were many wounds on his body. Although he used apparation to get here as quickly as possible, it may be caused by pain. Due to the confusion of consciousness, the phenomenon of splitting occurred during the Apparation, and there was almost no good piece of flesh on his body when we found him."

"Will he survive?"

"We try our best."

The doctor left, and Kingsley stood outside the treatment room like a statue.

The gentleness and elegance of the past were replaced by some kind of deep anger. He stood like a volcano about to erupt.

After a while, he suddenly turned around and left, but Scrimgeour grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Arrests!"

"You know we have no evidence."

"I'll find proof!"

"Shackle, calm down, you will give the enemy an opportunity..."

"Rufus..."

Scrimgeour was startled by Kingsley's trembling voice. He looked at his companion and found that the usually calm black man had tears in his eyes.

"Shackle, you..."

"Basque just gave birth to a daughter two months ago, and now he is like this, how can I explain to his wife and daughter?"

Scrimgeour fell silent, and couldn't help but let go of Kingsley's hand.

"Don't worry, I won't be so reckless. I got a tip that Alex Wood is Murphy Darkholm's assistant. Lucius once caught this person and he confirmed it."

"I will catch Alex and get enough evidence from him."

Scrimgeour looked at Kingsley for a while and could only say: "Be careful, remember, the enemy is very cunning."

Kingsley nodded heavily, "I'll make him pay!"

…

"Alex Wood, he was the one who originally bought potion materials for Murphy in Diagon Alley." Bald Papade hid behind a bush and said to Kingsley and three other Aurors.

"When I caught him before, he was still processing materials for Murphy. I must be able to dig out a lot of secrets from his mouth."

Papade said, rubbing his nose that had not come back since it was kicked by Murphy last time.

"Malfoy asked you to come, right?" an Auror said slightly mockingly.

"How come? It's every wizard's duty to help Aurors fight crime."

"snort."

Although these Aurors were bound to restrain Murphy, who violated the law wantonly, they did not have the slightest fondness for Malfoy, who also wandered on the edge of the law and had done many immoral things.

It's just dog eat dog.

However, they are still happy to see it happen because of infighting.

"Have you seen Alex, can you recognize him?" Kingsley glared at Papade and asked with piercing eyes.

The Auror captain in front of him exuded a terrifying aura, which made Papade feel as uncomfortable as a mouse seeing a cat.

"Yes, of course I can. That face is easy to recognize."

"Okay, you will follow me in the assault later. After catching the person, everyone will immediately return to the Ministry of Magic through the portkey! You are not allowed to stay, do you understand?!"

"Got it!" the Aurors replied in unison.

At this moment, after a space distortion, another Auror appeared next to Kingsley, "Boss, he's here!"

Everyone lowered their bodies and cast the Illusion Curse on themselves.

More than 20 meters away from them was an owl hut. According to the Auror investigation, Alex Wood would come here every once in a while and use a public rental owl to send back a cloth bag full of gold coins to his home. .

Sixty Galleons each time, no more, no less.

At this time, a cloaked figure emerged from the trees on the opposite side, looked around, and walked furtively toward the owl loft.

"This guy is really a filial son." One Auror whispered.

"Illegal crimes are the greatest form of unfilial piety!" another Auror sneered.

Kingsley stared at the figure and asked Papade: "Is it him?"

"He was wearing a hat and I couldn't see clearly."

"Boss?" The Aurors were waiting for Kingsley's order.

But the latter was still waiting, watching the man put a few silver coins into the small box outside the shack, opened a cage, and took out an owl from it with some fear, but did not immediately give the order.

"Boss, he has a door key and may disappear at any time after sending the letter!" an Auror reminded.

Kingsley watched the man take out a cloth bag from his waist and struggled to tie it to the owl's leg. Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Boss!"

However, there was no time to think carefully about the source of that uneasiness, "Do it!"

Suddenly, five Aurors apparated outside the Owlery, surrounding the hooded man. When they appeared, they recited a spell, "Collapse!"

"Bang!" The man was hit by five spells one after another without even shouting out a exclamation, and he became even more unconscious.

Kingsley stepped forward, pulled down the man's hood, and felt relieved when he saw that face.

But he still cautiously pulled Paped over, "Look clearly, is it him?"

"It's him! He's Alex Wood!"

"Okay, take him and let's go!"

…

Meanwhile on the other side.

Diagon Alley, headquarters of the Daily Prophet.

Rita Skeeter meets her guest.

"You are a very busy man, Mr. Murphy. It is not easy to meet you."

Rita Skeeter has been wanting to interview Murphy since he sent Lucius to Azkaban, but it wasn't until today that Murphy suddenly agreed to her interview request.

"You are also a busy man, Reporter Skeeter." Murphy said, throwing a dozen Daily Prophets on the table. "In just a few months, you have scolded me dozens of times."

I saw that the pages of the newspapers that Murphy had specially opened were all reports about Murphy, and most of them were: "Dark wizard or messenger of justice? The secret of Murphy Darkholm", "Heaven-fallen" Rich? Murphy's Strange Legacy" and other articles that are full of gimmicks but have few good words.

"I'm just reporting it based on the facts," Skeeter said without blushing. "In your interview with me today, are you planning to disclose some of your secrets?"

As she spoke, she took out a notebook. The notebook automatically floated in the air, and a quill immediately started writing on it.

"I don't have any secrets," Murphy said, "It's your secret, I happen to know one."

"Murphy's gloomy face is full of vigilance. He claims that he has no secrets, but from his evasive eyes, it is not difficult to see that he has many unspeakable stories..."

"You are really good at joking," Skeeter finally looked at Murphy again after compiling a short essay of three to four hundred words. "Let's start with your past. Your parents are a pair of dark wizards. You Being an orphan, how does this affect your character?"

"..."

"The tragic life of an orphan made Murphy unwilling to open up. He kept secrets about his past..." Rita muttered, and as she spoke, the quill pen wrote faster on the notebook.

"Ah."

Murphy suddenly chuckled and pulled out his wand.

With a "Bang!", the quill and notebook suddenly ignited without fire, and in a moment they shook and turned into a pile of ashes.