Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 154 The Strongest Mercenary

Surrey Dockyard.

This place was once the world's largest and most prosperous port in the 19th century.

But now all that remains are a pile of dilapidated ruins and a construction site where demolition and reconstruction are underway.

Finding a few werewolves here won't be easy, but Murphy doesn't need to look for them himself.

On an abandoned crane at the highest point of the dock, Murphy released thousands of lightning crows. "Go, find them."

"Caw! Caw!" The crows cheered for their new king's name, circling in the air like a black cloud before scattering.

Ten minutes later, a bolt of lightning struck an old warehouse. Murphy resolved the sleep problem of the seven werewolves in a dozen seconds, and then took little Ares back to the magic research institute.

The battle was not much of a surprise, and the reason he didn't kill the werewolves was simply to have them lead him to the main werewolf force.

These werewolves have caused enough trouble already; he's going to deal with them all at once.

……

Little Ares's organs were on the verge of failure, but fortunately, the magic potion prepared with white cinnamon was quickly completed. After being used on Little Ares, Patrick, and the others, their condition improved rapidly.

The next day, all the patients, including Patrick, woke up.

Murphy went to see Patrick.

The latter had just gotten out of bed and was doing various movements under the guidance of medical staff. When she saw Murphy, she said, "I heard that I've turned into a werewolf?"

Murphy nodded. "We're working on a drug that has the potential to suppress the werewolf virus and prevent it from flaring up again. On the bright side, it'll at least make your body stronger."

"That's true. I feel ten years younger, as if I'm full of energy," Patrick said, trying to lift the hospital bed, but it didn't budge.

"Of course, he might not be as strong as you imagine," Murphy said.

After a moment of silence, Patrick suddenly said, "Thank you for saving us. I heard you went to America to catch some lizards..."

"Sorry, they've told me a lot, but I don't understand it yet," Patrick said, then suddenly asked, "Is this the real world?"

Murphy frowned, about to explain, when the latter suddenly smiled, "Just kidding, I know this is the real world. It's just that what I heard just now was a bit beyond imagination, but now that I've experienced it firsthand... it doesn't seem so unacceptable."

"By the way, I still prefer you the way you were originally. Whose face is this anyway?"

Murphy was currently using Boris's appearance, but upon hearing this, his body suddenly changed, reverting to his original form. "How... how do you remember those things?"

"They said I was injected with a magic potion, and because my body had never used magic before, it went berserk when I first gained magic? Something like that. Anyway, they said that maybe because of this, I regained some memories that had been interfered with by magic."

"Although I've always felt something was off—you always seemed smaller in my memory than you actually are—now I finally understand why."

"I'm sorry." Murphy didn't know what to say for a moment.

He altered Patrick's memories, and because of his involvement, Patrick's family almost died at the hands of werewolves.

He roughly understood what was causing that vague sense of guilt he felt when Patrick wanted him to be little Ares' godfather that day.

How can you still call them friends? And you're even the godfather of their child?

Patrick walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "So, you really are a wizard?"

Murphy smiled. "The real deal."

"To be honest, I still don't quite believe it, unless you conjure up a pigeon for me right here and now..."

"We don't have pigeons, how about crows?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several crows suddenly flew out from behind Murphy, and two of them even landed on his shoulder.

"Oh!" Patrick was only joking, but he was genuinely taken aback.

Hearing about magic from others is one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is a completely different experience.

"You really are a wizard."

……

After giving Patrick a little magical shock, Murphy went to see his security chief, Radwan Perry.

The remaining fourteen security personnel had listened to lectures by the institute's Muggle researchers for over an hour, but they were still completely confused.

"I still don't understand why those werewolves attacked us?"

The Muggle researcher was about to explain the habits of werewolves in more detail when Murphy walked up and interrupted him, "Because someone doesn't like me and wants to get rid of me."

"But they couldn't do it, so they used my partner as a breakthrough point."

Radwan looked at him. "So, nine of us died because of you?"

"No, it's because of my enemy."

"But you didn't tell us that the enemy would be werewolves."

"I didn't tell you I'm a wizard. Do you need to know your employer's identity? Do you need your employer to tell you detailed information about the enemy before you can work?"

Radwan was speechless for a moment. Indeed, in most cases, they didn't need the other party to provide this information, but...

"Even if I told you my judgment—in fact, I reminded you to be on high alert that day—my judgment was not a prophecy. Even if you knew you would be dealing with werewolves, you didn't know their numbers. Moreover, there are enemies among them who are even more powerful than werewolves..."

"Of course, you could say that if you had known the risks beforehand, you probably wouldn't have taken the job."

"But, gentlemen, I've given you two to three times the compensation of your competitors. If it's just to cover ordinary risks, why would I need you? Who else could do it?"

Radwan remained silent.

For them, risking their lives for money is their job, and the principle of "the greater the risk, the greater the reward" is perfectly embodied in this industry.

Since the other party paid enough, he really had nothing to complain about.

"My feelings for our fallen teammates are the same as yours," Murphy said. "I will provide ample compensation. But that alone is not enough. I will make those werewolves pay for their crimes in blood."

"What do you want to do?" Radwan asked.

you?

Oh.

Murphy didn't answer him, but instead asked, "You've fought werewolves before, how was it?"

"They're tough to deal with," someone said. "They seem unaffected by ordinary bullets; they can even recover from being wounded."

"Damn it, I only had a pistol at the time. If I had a shotgun, I would have shattered their heads and seen if they could ever be put back together!"

"Their speed and strength far exceed those of ordinary people, and they seem to possess natural night vision. In night combat, even with heavy weapons, it will be difficult for us to gain an advantage."

Murphy nodded. "What if you could also transform into werewolves? You should know that you're infected with werewolf syndrome now, right?"

"Isn't it said that transforming into a werewolf will cause you to lose your mind?" someone asked.

"The loss of reason is due to the effects of the demonized rabies virus. But it can be suppressed by the wolfsbane medicine."

"Is there a cure for this virus? I don't want to become a monster," someone said.

"Even after transforming, you'll possess strength and speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person, and you'll still be incredibly difficult to kill?"

The other party remained silent.

Well, compared to the benefits of transforming into a werewolf, the fact that you become ugly during battle doesn't seem like a big problem.

"Furthermore, we can adjust everyone's werewolf syndrome and, with the help of magic potions, allow you to transform at any time without waiting for the full moon," Murphy said. "Imagine being able to transform into a werewolf at any time, possessing all the benefits of a werewolf, without losing your sanity, while still being able to use your combat skills."

"Everyone, you are now the strongest mercenaries in the world."

The security personnel, all former mercenaries, exchanged glances; they had been convinced.

"What should we do?" Radwan asked again.

Murphy smiled. That's the right question.

"First, let's deal with those troublesome Aurors."

(End of this chapter)