Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 18 The Worst of Worth

"Wood?"

Murphy was somewhat surprised; this guy had actually learned how to use a telephone?

"What's wrong?"

"I, I, I think..." Wood's voice sounded a little nervous, "I've run into a little trouble."

"Huh? Someone's robbing you?"

Murphy immediately remembered the warning he had given him earlier.

Is this guy really that unlucky? He's only gone to buy materials a few times and he's already been robbed?

"Is everyone alright? How much money was lost?" Murphy asked.

"No, it's nothing. I didn't lose any money, and I wasn't robbed," Wood said.

Murphy was puzzled. Why did you call me for no reason? Did you want to test how to use the telephone?

"So what brings you calling me?"

"It's about the potion, the beautiful potion. I want to see you and tell you about it."

Beauty potion!

Murphy immediately perked up, realizing that his future ability to earn money faster and establish a research institute depended on it.

Could it be that this kid has been refining potions for a few days and has made some discovery or breakthrough?

"Okay, where are you, in the barn? I'll come find you right now."

A few days ago, Murphy had the Muggles install a landline phone in the barn so that Wood could contact him easily.

Alex was probably using Muggle technology for the first time and was extremely nervous, so he was talking incoherently. He probably wouldn't be able to explain it clearly over the phone, so it would be better for him to go and see for himself.

"Okay, okay, come quickly."

After hanging up the phone, Murphy Apparated to the barn.

However, his face darkened as soon as he entered the room.

A bald man dressed in a black wizard's robe was sitting on a mountain of burlap sacks in the barn, while Alex Wood lay on the ground, whether unconscious or dead, it was unclear.

"Did you have Wood make that call?"

Murphy immediately guessed what had happened. No wonder Wood was stammering on the phone; he had been forced to make the call.

"Who are you?"

Murphy drew his wand, his heart already filled with murderous intent.

The contents of this barn were something he absolutely did not want other wizards to see. If people found out that he was selling potions to Muggles, at the very least they would force him to stop his business, and he might even be imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Peter Parker?" The bald wizard looked at him, seemingly trying to confirm his identity. "Never heard of that surname. Are you Muggle-born?"

Murphy was taken aback, then realized, "Wood told you my name?"

The bald man snorted, "Spineless coward, he confessed after just a couple of hits with the Cruciatus Curse."

"How did you find this place? What do you want?"

Murphy asked.

He needs to determine how much information the other party knows about him and whether there are any other associates.

"Let me put it this way, Mr. Peter Parker, you've messed with the wrong person," the bald man said. "You sent this guy to buy potion ingredients under false pretenses, right? Let me guess, where did all those ingredients go? Sold in Knockturn Alley, or smuggled out of the country?"

Murphy frowned, but felt a slight sense of relief.

This guy doesn't know I sell potions to Muggles.

He thought I sold the potion to the dark wizard?

At the same time, he also understood the reason for the matter.

Someone—a big shot, as the bald man called him—noticed his large-scale purchase of potion ingredients and sent the bald man to follow Wood—Wood used a key to travel back and forth, and the bald man could follow him back by grabbing the hem of his clothes—to the barn.

Then he probably doesn't know much about himself.

After all, even Alex Wood himself only knew Murphy by a fake name.

"Who I sell potions to is none of your business," Murphy said.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me, I'm just a gofer." The bald man jumped off the burlap sack with a nonchalant air. "But you're blocking someone's path to wealth, and the big shot asked me to pass on a message to you."

"Two choices: either he'll invest in you and you can work together, making money together; or he'll have the Aurors hunt you down relentlessly, eventually sending you to Azkaban to join those monsters."

"Well, Mr. Peter Parker, it's a very simple multiple-choice question, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Murphy calmed down completely.

That's it?

I thought you had some serious dirt on me!

I overestimated the intelligence of wizards.

He has probably figured out the truth of the matter. It is highly likely that someone observed him buying a large amount of potion ingredients, but there are not many potions for sale on the market. Therefore, that "big shot" suspected that he sold the potions to dark wizards or smuggled them out of the country, etc.

The other party probably never even considered the possibility of "selling the potion to Muggles".

After all, for most wizards, Muggles are like another kind of creature living in a parallel world. They only see them a few times a year, and the idea of ​​doing business with Muggles has been blocked in their minds.

"It is indeed a very simple choice," Murphy said, "but I have a question."

"What's the problem?"

"What makes that big shot think that someone like you can threaten me?"

"What?"

The moment the bald wizard froze, Murphy had already launched his attack: "Petrify them all!"

"Armor Protection!" The bald man reacted quickly, immediately casting an armor spell to block the attack.

But Murphy wouldn't give him a chance to breathe. "Leviosa!"

The shortened levitation spell is not a standard spell and cannot be continuously controlled, but it will cause the object to float upwards until the spell's effect ends.

What's even more interesting is that this isn't a single-target spell, but rather an area-of-effect (AOE) spell that targets a range and can affect all objects within that range. Even objects that aren't directly hit by the spell's rays will still float up.

Armor can only protect against the rays of spells.

Therefore, this simple levitation spell can bypass the defenses of the armor spell, causing the enemy to float and lose their balance, making them flustered.

This tactic made Murphy almost undefeated in wizard duels at school.

In his panic, the bald man's armor spell failed to hold.

Murphy immediately cast a disarming charm to seize the opponent's wand, and then cast a petrifying charm to prevent the opponent from having a spare wand.

Watching the bald man fall heavily from the sky, Murphy mercilessly stomped on the man's face, which was bleeding profusely from the nose.

"Extremely painful!"

The torture lasted for a full five minutes.

Murphy then lifted the petrification spell on the other party.

The bald man was drenched in sweat, his face was pale, and he could barely speak.

Murphy curled his lip in sympathy, then added another attack, "Divine Sharpness Without Shadow," piercing several holes in the man's stomach.

It must be said that both spells invented by Mr. Snape were excellent: the Inverted Bell spell was a powerful control spell, and the Divine Strike spell was a highly effective damage spell. Murphy loved using them.

"What's your name?" Murphy asked.

The bald man's face was filled with terror. He opened his mouth a few times, but couldn't utter a word.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself. Legilimency!"

After a moment, Murphy clicked his tongue. "Malfoy?"

So Slag & Giggs Pharmacy is his business.

"That idiot Lucius, trying to steal my business?" Murphy sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Malfoy is a piece of trash, and Lucius is the worst of the worst.

That coward thinks he can threaten me?

You've got a little money and you're already getting cocky, huh?

Murphy ignored the half-dead bald man and went to check on Wood. Fortunately, he was just unconscious.

He was about to break the curse on Wood when he caught a glimpse of the bald man's trembling hand pulling out a badge-like object from his pocket.

"You'll regret this! Mr. Malfoy, you'll pay the price!"

After the bald man finished speaking, he suddenly twisted and disappeared.

Murphy paused for a moment, "The key to the escape room?"

"These dark wizards aren't entirely without creativity."

(End of this chapter)