Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 12 Morpheus Annon

After Murphy took the gold coins, Locke left.

Murphy lingered for a moment before finally putting the gold coins away.

Gringotts has become suspicious of him, and the route of exchanging currency through Gringotts is no longer viable. Locke is actually Murphy's only option at this point.

In fact, he quite liked this fairy.

She's much more lovable than most rigid and stubborn wizards.

After taking his Galleons and thoroughly browsing through several pharmacies in Diagon Alley, and making arrangements with the shopkeepers for future purchases, Murphy returned to the Darkholme mansion.

After processing the herbs as before, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief.

The amount of raw materials purchased this time was quite large, and just breaking them down and mixing them together took him a lot of effort.

However, there are still not enough materials.

Moreover, relying on himself to repeatedly transport materials from Diagon Alley is not a long-term solution.

Not to mention that it would easily attract too much attention, the back-and-forth back and forth is annoying enough.

"We must produce our own raw materials. We must grow our own Dictamnus dasycarpus."

With few wizards, the demand for white peony is small, and the scattered planting by wizards in front of and behind their houses is sufficient.

But this output is completely insignificant in the Muggle world.

Ultimately, the wizarding world is too small. Even if all the wizarding world's white essence were moved, it would still be difficult to satisfy the Muggles' demand for white essence—which is now known as Cloud Medicine.

"When we get back, we'll figure out a way to establish a white scallion farm."

"But before the farm is established, perhaps we should hire someone to take over these odd jobs."

Purchasing and processing raw materials doesn't require much technical skill, but it's very time-consuming, and he's too lazy to do it himself anymore.

However, this person must be a wizard.

After thinking for a moment, Murphy pictured a round face covered in freckles.

You're the one, Shit-Refining Master!

He wrote a letter.

The content is as follows:

"Dear Alex Wood:

The potion you concocted is a pile of crap!

Slag and Giggs Pharmacy is a piece of crap too!

Staying in that shithole run by those two idiot brothers will only hurt you.

Come work for me, and I'll show you the future of potions.

Signed: Peter Parker.

Then he had the owl deliver the letter to Slug and Giggs' pharmacy, and Murphy didn't bother with it anymore, turning instead to find Patrick.

"I need you to help me get a piece of land."

Patrick was used to Murphy's elusive nature and didn't question his whimsical idea, simply asking, "What will it be used for?"

"Cultivating medicinal herbs."

Patrick understood. "The raw materials for Yunnan Baiyao?"

Murphy nodded.

Patrick pondered for a moment, made a few more phone calls, and returned to Murphy, saying, "Scientific land is mostly wasteland, which is easy to apply for, but land suitable for growing medicinal herbs must meet at least Level 3 standards, which is not easy to apply for. Moreover, for the sake of future expansion and confidentiality, open-air land is not suitable for us."

Arable land in the UK is extremely scarce, and the difficulty in acquiring land was within Murphy's expectations. However, he had not actually considered the issue of confidentiality.

What are your thoughts?

Have you ever heard of hydroponics, or vertical farming?

Murphy hadn't really thought about it that way, mainly because he had no concept of the technology in the Muggle world at that time. "Is it already possible to do this?"

Patrick nodded. "The technology is very mature now and it's popular in countries with scarce arable land. Last year, the area of ​​hydroponics in the Netherlands reached 2,500 hectares. Technically, there shouldn't be any major problems."

The concepts of hydroponics and even vertical farms are not new; the real obstacle to their development is the cost issue.

This production method is only valuable in regions where arable land is extremely scarce, the cost of using hydroponics or vertical farming is lower than that of traditional natural farming, or when the agricultural products produced in this way have a value far exceeding that of naturally grown crops.

However, Murphy did not see these limitations as a problem.

The profit margin of Yunnan Baiyao is so high that even if its planting cost is several times higher than that of ordinary methods, it is still completely acceptable.

"That's a fantastic idea!"

Soilless cultivation directly frees agricultural production from land constraints, and the only factor affecting it is sunlight, which greatly expands the range of locations that can be selected.

Moreover, compared to a large open field, a closed building is obviously easier to manage and can better guarantee its privacy.

Find a secluded spot, fence off a piece of wasteland, build a few structures, and if you don't tell anyone, who will know what you're growing? Or even, who will know what you're growing?

Moreover, this plan has another advantage.

Compared to traditional land cultivation, soilless cultivation offers significantly greater environmental control, which is beneficial for the research and cultivation of plant properties.

The entire farm can be seen as a research base for white peony.

This coincides with Murphy's original idea of ​​integrating production and research.

This model can also be extended to other potions in the future.

"Let's do it this way! Go draft a plan, and we'll get it moving as soon as possible," Murphy said. "By the way, has the second batch of orders arrived?"

"Even if you didn't ask, I had to let you know," Patrick said, his smile barely concealed. "Yun Duan Bai Yao is a hit. Our orders are booked for three months from now!"

"So fast? The materials I gathered this time are only enough for about five thousand bottles of stock solution..."

"It's alright," Patrick reassured her. "The production capacity I've disclosed is 50,000 pieces per day. Your materials should be enough to last for a while."

Five thousand bottles of stock solution is roughly fifteen liters. Converted into various products that only require two or three drops of stock solution, that's about 1.5 million units.

If we ship at a rate of 50,000 pieces per day, it should be enough to last for a month.

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief. "You really know how to do things, the scarcity marketing strategy, brilliant!"

"This is only a temporary measure. The farm issue is urgent, and I will get it done as soon as possible."

"By the way, you just said Yunnan Baiyao is popular, what do you mean?"

Patrick took a few newspapers and handed them to Murphy. "You'll see when you take a look."

Murphy glanced at them and saw that they were all mainstream newspapers in the Muggle world: The Times, The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph, Financial Times, etc.

Then look at those pages that Patrick had specially folded.

Miracle! The Magical Cloud-Based Baiyao!

A miraculous drug that has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, experts say it will change the world.

Death's defeat once again, the miraculous white medicine!

What kind of company is behind this revolutionary drug that challenges medical understanding?

Top Salesperson Strikes Again, This Time, It Ushers in a New Era!

Out of Stock! Appointments are booked up for six months in advance—what's so magical about Yunnan Baiyao?

Interview with Patrick, the creator of miracle drugs

Murphy glanced at the list and saw almost all the praise, along with many sensationalist comments from medical professionals. He was immediately in high spirits and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

That's more like it. The effects of the potion are like a game-changer for Muggles, so it's normal for them to react this way.

The wizards seemed completely unfazed, making him feel embarrassed to show too much surprise, lest he be mistaken for a country bumpkin. He felt incredibly stifled.

"By the way, Patrick, you didn't mention anything about me, did you?"

To avoid the Umbrella Corporation's influence expanding further and attracting the attention of wizards, Murphy used a pseudonym, "Morpheus Annon," when registering.

All related information about him is fake. Unless Patrick says so, no one can find any information about Murphy through this name.

"No, it's just that this might cause misunderstandings from the outside world, making them think that I am the actual controller of the company."

"It's okay, this is exactly what I wanted."

With Patrick drawing fire for him, he was happy to stay in the back and develop his strength stealthily.

He should develop in a low-key manner, accumulate resources, and not declare himself king until now. At least for now, it is far from the time for him to stand in the limelight.

But what he didn't know was that someone had already noticed him.

In a gloomy, ancient mansion forever inaccessible to Muggles, a man with long, pale blond hair put down the letter in his hand, frowned, and after a long while, said into the darkness, "Bring Slug to me, now!"

Push it up on Sunday, keep reading, don't raise it, it will die, it really will die...

(End of this chapter)