Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Wiltshire, outside the town of Chippenham.

Murphy and Lucius stood by a lake, looking at the new Malfoy Manor that was about to be completed in the distance.

On the other side, Narcissa and the house elf Betsy were carefully helping Draco onto the broomstick.

"Poor old Rufus, he really should learn from you your ability to win people's hearts." Lucius said, "When Draco saw that Sweeping Six Star, I dare say you will burn down his house." All my grudges have been forgotten."

"I've always been good at fulfilling other people's wishes," Murphy said.

"The Ministry is considering a candidate to replace Scrimgeour. Who do you think it will be?" Malfoy asked.

"How can I guess this? I don't have many friends in the ministry, so you should tell me."

"Normally speaking, it should be Gadwin Robards. Usually candidates for the position of Director of the Auror Office will serve as the Muggle Prime Minister's Secretary for a period of time. On the one hand, they understand some Muggle-related affairs, and on the other hand, they also work with The Muggle Prime Minister establishes contacts to facilitate the handling of cases involving the Muggle world."

Murphy nodded. In fact, he knew about this. After the umbrella company was summoned, Murphy had been paying attention to the movements of the Prime Minister's secretary.

And that Mr. Gadwin was obviously also a fan of officials. After hearing that Scrimgeour might resign, he immediately applied for transfer back to the Auror Headquarters. At this moment, he was looking forward to the position of Director of the Auror Office.

Thanks to his hasty departure, MI5 did not continue to put pressure on Umbrella Company. After Patrick's multi-party management, the so-called "threat to national security" investigation was quickly dropped.

"What do you mean, it might not be him this time?"

Malfoy nodded, "Gadevin Robards is not a big deal, he is just senior enough. Kingsley Shacklebolt was originally more competitive than him. But now Kingsley's reputation has plummeted. , naturally there is no possibility of competition.”

Murphy thought for a while and asked, "Do you have someone to choose?"

Malfoy hesitated for a moment and said, "I have a friend, Rasim Selwyn, who is also an Auror captain and has quite a lot of achievements. However, he is a bit informal in some things, so he is not influenced by Scrimgeour and Crow. I really like it, but if we have our support..."

"Okay, you can bring him later and we can meet."

Malfoy was stunned, "Rasim's character is a bit withdrawn, he doesn't like to see outsiders..."

"Oh?" Murphy looked at Malfoy, "Are you sure it's because he doesn't like to see outsiders, or you don't want him to see me?"

Malfoy choked.

Murphy snorted, but there was no surprise. Lucius Malfoy was not a loyal guy, and he had no respect for him at all. He thought that using Murphy's money to develop his own power was the right thing to do. This was what he expected.

"Besides, I'm an outsider?" Murphy looked at Lucius with a chuckle, "If you want to rely on my money to get to the top, but don't come to meet me as the sponsor, isn't it too incompetent?"

Lucius's thoughts were seen through, and he was a little embarrassed, "Yes, okay, then I will bring him over tomorrow to meet him."

Murphy nodded and took out a small gold key from his arms, "This is the key to vault No. 9654. From now on, I will store our activity funds directly in this vault, and you can get it yourself."

Lucius reached out to take it, but Murphy withdrew his finger, "However, only my friends deserve my support, don't forget this."

After saying that, he put the key on the table and pushed it to Lucius.

"Rasim can strive for the position of Director of the Auror Office, but Crouch is unlikely to let this position go to others. He must have his own candidate." Murphy said, "However, next time An Auror who becomes the secretary to the Muggle Prime Minister must be one of his own no matter what the cost, do you understand?"

An Auror office director would cause some trouble for Murphy, but overall it would be controllable.

However, a secretary to the prime minister who can mobilize national power is beyond the reach of the current protective umbrella. The person in this position must be reliable.

"Understood."

Lucius also knew that the source of Murphy's gold coins was in the Muggle society. This was his key point and could not be missed.

If Scrimgeour hadn't used the Muggle Prime Minister's Secretary last time, Murphy's reaction might not have been so big.

But on the other hand, if we grasp this point, maybe we can grasp Murphy's lifeline?

Thinking of this, Lucius subconsciously looked at Murphy's face, but the latter was also looking at him. His eyes were as calm as a lake and as deep as the sea, which made Lucius feel a chill down his spine.

Legilimency?

Is he reading my mind?

Could it be that he even learned to use Legilimency without a staff?

He subconsciously kept his heart close to his heart.

"Ha." Murphy chuckled. With Lucius's appearance, even without Legilimency, he knew what this guy was thinking.

He stood up, no longer ready to waste his energy with this guy.

You still have to form a force that is completely loyal to you. These former Death Eaters are all rebellious and unreliable.

I don’t know if Celica found the village or found the spiritual seed.

"Oh, by the way, is your house elf still alive?" Thinking of loyalty, Murphy remembered a certain creature that was being punished because of him.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Dobby? Still alive..."

"Send him to me."

He was just a disloyal house elf. Although Lucius was a little unhappy at not being able to make Dobby carry out his order to punish him until his death, he did not go against Murphy's wishes.

He dragged the dying house elf out with an iron chain and brought it to Murphy.

Dobby, who was already skinny and skinny, was now even more skeleton-like, and perhaps due to long-term self-punishment, there was a large bloody wound on his forehead. The wound was dirty and even starting to rot.

At this moment, it was being dragged by Lucius like a dead dog, and it didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"This guy is about to die, are you sure you still want it?"

Murphy frowned slightly.

This is really sad.

"It doesn't matter. I'm actually quite curious about the elf's structure. If it dies, I can dissect it and have a look."

Lucius was speechless. Sure enough, someone who could become the Dark Lord was mentally disturbed.

"Dobby, you betrayed the Malfoy family. From today on, you are no longer an elf of the Malfoy family. You have been expelled. This, Murphy Darkholm, is your new master. You go with him. Bar."

Lucius announced the transfer of his ownership in front of Dobby, and handed the other end of the chain to Murphy, "It's left to you, do whatever you want."

Dobby's big glass-ball-like eyes were already dim at the moment, and Murphy doubted whether this guy heard what Lucius just said.

But he didn't care. He picked up the house elf's dirty and torn pillowcase with one hand and weighed it in his hand. It felt easier than lifting a dog.

Say goodbye to this place, Dobby.

I'll take you home.