Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 51 Getting on the Pirate Ship

Murphy took a closer look at the other person; it was indeed Alex, but he seemed to have lost weight.

After the Supreme Potions shop opened, Alex no longer needed to personally concoct the Beauty Potions, but he was still responsible for inspecting the Beauty Potions concocted by the thirty-odd apothecaries to ensure their quality.

And they were also processing materials for Yunnan Baiyao.

At this moment, Alex was expressionlessly dealing with the mountain of medicinal materials, his face blank and lifeless.

This is the expression of a working-class person who has been exploited to the extreme.

Poor kid, it seems like we should hire a few more people. If we keep targeting the same sheep and fleecing it, the sheep will eventually be fleeced to death.

"You've worked hard, so I'm going to have someone else take over these odd jobs and give you an easier position."

The raw materials for White Dried Fruit can now be obtained directly from the plantation, without the need for the Wizarding World to be involved. Therefore, there is no need for wizards to be responsible for processing the raw materials.

This kind of work can be handed over to machines in the future.

As for the inspection of the Beauty Potion, we can find an apothecary to replace Alex later.

This kid has been with him for quite a while, and Murphy knows him inside and out, so he trusts him quite well. Therefore, he plans to start letting him learn about his real secrets.

Alex was no longer so convinced by Murphy's words, staring at him blankly, waiting for Murphy to continue.

"Ahem, I need you to tutor some people in magic. Their magical knowledge is roughly equivalent to that of Hogwarts students. You just need to answer some common-sense questions and occasionally demonstrate some spells and potions when they need it."

Alex was a little doubtful, but the job did sound like it wasn't too strenuous, at least much better than spending all day here dealing with materials.

"Three hundred Gallons a month," Murphy added.

Alex's dim eyes instantly brightened.

Wow, Galon is really useful.

"If you have no problem, we'll go meet your students."

Just as they were about to leave, Selica came looking for them.

The girl also looked exhausted. "I'm sorry, Mr. Murphy, I couldn't find the village of Joachim."

"I searched through a lot of information, but Calfili Town is too remote, and the wizards don't have many records. I searched there for several days, but I couldn't find a similar place."

Murphy looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "There's someone who might be able to find a clue. Do you want to go see them?"

Since pulling one was the same as dragging two, Murphy thought he might as well just drag both siblings onto the boat.

Selica, still confused, exclaimed, "Okay!"

So Murphy took the two of them to the magic research institute in the basement of the mansion.

Murphy introduced them to the Muggle researchers, "These two are Alex Wood and Selica Wood. Your mentor wizards."

Alex: "Mama, mama, mama, mama, Muggle!!!"

Look how scared this child is, he's almost wet his pants.

Alex tugged at Murphy's sleeve and whispered, "Mr. Murphy, isn't this...illegal?!"

Murphy: "What do you think? You've already broken the law, and the Aurors have already reserved a room for you in Azkaban."

Alex: "!!!"

Selica had already hidden behind Murphy.

If Murphy were to use Legilimency on her now, the thought she would most likely receive would be something like: "You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me, I'm not here..."

Murphy pulled her out too. "Do you see what they look like? Professor Alex is more skilled in potions, and Professor Selica is more skilled in spells. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly."

Selica was on the verge of tears. "Mr. Murphy, why are we teaching Muggle magic?!"

Murphy: "It's because you guys are too useless. With your magic research, I probably wouldn't even be able to beat Snape in my entire life."

After arranging accommodations for the two at the research institute, Murphy left Alex with the Muggle researchers. When he left, Alex looked at Murphy with the same heartbroken expression as a little white rabbit thrown into a wolf pack.

Murphy pretended not to see it. "Kid, everyone has to go through pain once before they grow up."

"Kill the boy and let the man be born!"

With Celica in tow, Murphy found a historian at the institute and showed him the image revealed in the notebook. "This is a hand-drawn map of a village from about a hundred years ago, located near Calfield in South Wales. Can you locate this village?"

Based on the biography of Katal, the author of "The Dark Wizards," it is not difficult to deduce that he drew this picture about a hundred years ago.

The historian, an elegant gentleman named Hunter Werner, picked up the photograph, examined it carefully for a moment, and nodded. "It shouldn't be difficult."

"Oh? Can you tell what it is?"

Murphy was very curious; to him, the hand-drawn picture was just trees, mountains, houses, and collapsed stone walls, and he couldn't get any useful information out of it.

“The features are quite obvious,” Hunter said, pointing to the mountain range on the map. “There aren’t many mountains near Calfili; this looks like the Cumbrian Mountains. But the most striking feature is this stone wall. It’s clearly a pre-18th-century structure, and a section of city wall. And the only place near Calfili that fits the description is Calfili Castle, so this village must be very close to the castle. Wait a moment.”

Hunter said, taking a map and gesturing on it for a while, circling a small circle. "It should be here."

Selica was stunned. She had searched through books for days and even circled around the town of Calfili several times without finding the place, but the person had only glanced at that extremely simple sketch and marked it directly.

"Is this Muggle magic?"

"That's called knowledge. Now you know why I let Muggles study magic?"

Although Selica still didn't quite understand, she was truly shocked. She looked at the map and said, "But there are no villages here."

Yes, the circled area on the map looks like a desolate valley with nothing there.

"After all, the map is from a hundred years ago, and that village might not even exist anymore," Murphy said. "I don't think the chances of finding the spell are very high. Do you still want to try?"

"I'm going!" Selica didn't give up.

Not only did she fail at "creating spells" before, but now she can't even compare to Muggles in "magical archaeology." Selika is very worried about her own value.

But she has at least one advantage that Muggles can't match: she is, after all, a wizard.

She possesses the ability to sense magic and can track the traces of its existence.

While it's impossible to pinpoint a village with just a map, exploring the exact location of magic is something Muggles can't do with "knowledge" alone.

"I'm leaving now."

"So eager?" Murphy asked in surprise, but didn't try to dissuade him. Instead, he said, "Once you find the place, send a message back first if you discover anything, and I'll explore it together. After all, Joachim is known as a dark wizard, so it's better to be careful."

"Okay, I understand. I'll write you a letter using my magic paper crane."

"Magic paper cranes?"

Selica pulled a piece of paper from her great bosom, recited a spell, and the paper transformed into a small paper crane that could even fly.

Like her brother, Celica is unable to Apparate, so this is the only way she can communicate.

"Yes, please contact me promptly."

(End of this chapter)