Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"No!" The man stared at him, as if he was afraid that Murphy would suddenly sneak into the village. "The Black Death appeared from outside, and my grandmother and I have been guarding it here! It's been a week, and no one has been let in!"

"A week?"

Murphy was a little confused, what is a week like, isn't it a hundred years?

Is the speed of time here different from that in the outside world?

Moreover, didn’t Celica come in from here?

"Young man, take off your mask..."

The old lady said, then walked over and stretched out her hand to pull Murphy's protective clothing.

Before she could get closer, Murphy took out the Glock from his waist, pointed it at the old lady's arm and fired.

"boom!"

The bullet directly broke the old lady's arm with a section of bone exposed, but the latter seemed to feel no pain. After a while, she raised her broken arm, as if she couldn't understand what was happening in front of her.

The arm was broken without even a drop of blood. Judging from the broken stubble of the arm, the internal muscles had become fibrotic and looked like hemp rope that had turned black after being left there for a long time.

In place of the broken arm, a blue arm was exposed to the air.

really!

After once again confirming that there was a dead man in front of him, Murphy stopped being polite and shot the old lady's head to bits.

Then he turned the gun and shot the young man down three times as he was about to run back when he saw something was wrong.

After taking a look at the direction in which the opponent was running back, Murphy understood his intention.

Next to the small house of the grandfather and grandson, there was a pole with a bell hanging on it. This person probably wanted to ring the bell to warn the village of intruders.

But Murphy had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.

Looking at the two zombies who continued to get up tremblingly, Murphy threw two flaming shots, turning the two of them into torches.

He observed for a while, and was satisfied until both zombies were burned to ashes and could no longer get up.

Zombies are weak to fire, so I won't bully you.

After burning two zombies to death, Murphy refilled his magazine, stepped forward to pick up the notebook that had fallen aside, and opened it to take a look.

The book was empty, and a few pages seemed to have been torn out. However, he still found the imprint of Celica's signature on the adjacent blank pages.

These two old liars, Celica has indeed been here before.

Murphy arrived at the point where he entered the village and found that there was indeed a wall behind it, but the passage in was missing. He swatted it with his hand, but failed to penetrate it. It felt no different from a real wall.

"Shattered to pieces!"

The walls were motionless.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Still to no avail, this wall must have been cast under a very powerful protection spell.

Is this why Celica said she couldn't leave?

He first tried apparation and found that he could only move within the village. Once the destination was specified outside the village, it would not work.

Then Murphy tried the door key he had prepared in advance, and the same thing happened.

What about flying?

Murphy waved his wand, and his whole body rose into the sky. However, after a while, he seemed to have rushed into the water. The resistance to flying upward became greater and greater. After a certain distance, the surrounding air seemed to turn into glue. Why? Can't fly anymore.

He tried throwing some things out again, but it didn't seem to have much impact. Turning a piece of paper into an origami crane and letting it fly out didn't hinder it either.

But when he summoned a bird to fly out, he encountered the same situation as Murphy.

It seems that this resistance will have an effect on living creatures, and it should be to "prevent the plague from leaving the village."

It was expected that he couldn't get out, but Murphy was not too disappointed. He fell from the sky, opened his suitcase, and took out a bunch of things.

There are petri dishes with white fresh accelerator for bacteria - used to measure the bacterial content in the air, as well as fluorescent reagents and microscopes for detecting Yersinia pestis.

Because he had been prepared to be unable to enter and leave the village, Murphy's suitcase contained extremely complete testing equipment. With a diesel generator, he was able to complete the detection and analysis of most common epidemics in the suitcase.

After a while, the results came out.

Except for a small amount of Yersinia pestis in the water and soil, the overall environment of the village is quite good. The bacterial content in the air is less than 500CFU/cubic meter, which is already a very good level.

Murphy took off his protective suit. It was heavy and stuffy, very uncomfortable to wear, and affected his movement and vision. Besides, he had been injected with specific T cells and gained immunity to Yersinia pestis, so he no longer needed to wear it. .

But you still have to wear a gas mask.

Not to mention his protective capabilities, he looks ruthless and murderous without batting an eyelid. How handsome he is.

After doing this, Murphy thought for a while and decided to find Celica first and ask her about the situation.

He took out something like a miniature model from his suitcase, but it was a Jeep Gladiator shrunk by a shrinking spell.

Putting the gladiator on the ground and restoring it to its original shape through an amplification spell, Murphy took out a large speaker, connected it to the power supply with the car, put it on the roof of the car, and pointed the speaker at the village.

"Celica, Celica, meet at the entrance of the village! I repeat, meet at the small bridge at the entrance of the village! Dad is here to pick you up!"

For a while, there was no response.

So he shouted twice more, and when he was about to shout a third time, Celica appeared in front of the car with a blushing face.

"Hey, Celica, she's still alive."

"You, you, didn't you say you wouldn't be allowed in?"

Murphy ignored her, got out of the car, looked at the person carefully, first took out a flashlight and waved it in front of Celica's eyes for a while, then took out a stethoscope and was about to stuff it into Celica's chest.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Don't move, I have to check if you are a zombie."

Celica hid and asked doubtfully: "You are wearing a mask, can you use a stethoscope?"

Murphy retracted his hand angrily, "Forget it, you have to take it away regardless of life or death. If you don't check it, we won't check it. Come here, get into this box, and I'll see if I can transport you out."

Celica looked at Murphy's suitcase.

What kind of play is this?

Murphy was serious. He wanted to try stuffing a person into a traceless stretching box and then throwing the box out.

In fact, he wanted to turn Celica into a stone or something and throw her out.

Unfortunately, transforming people into objects is an absolutely forbidden evil act. It has never been taught in school, and he has never tried it. If he kills Celica, he will put the cart before the horse.

"I won't leave." Celica looked sad, "I don't want to go out!"

"Um?"

Murphy understood, "Seed of the soul?"

Celica nodded.

She didn't know how she got the curse, but it seemed that as long as the plague still existed in the village, she could not leave. She would be involuntarily afraid of spreading the plague outside.

The symptoms are the same as those of people with claustrophobia, agoraphobia, etc. Even if they logically know that the environment is not dangerous, they will still feel uncontrollable fear.

This proves that the mind seed can indeed completely implant a thought.

Even if the idea or feeling is logically unreasonable, it is still difficult for the person who has been implanted with the idea to disobey it.

A perfect stamp of thought!

Wonderful!

But it's not without flaws.

"The seed of the soul will only make you not want to leave, right?" Murphy said, "What will happen if you are forcibly taken away?"

"I might be in pain..."

"oh……"

"So, it's okay as long as you don't feel it?"

Saying this, Murphy pulled out his wand.

"Collapse!"