Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 59: Should she step down?

The other party quickly replied: "Sure, is the trap designed to be lethal or non-lethal?"

Murphy thought for a moment. He didn't want to cause a fatality and make things worse. "Non-fatal, I guess."

After hanging up the phone, Murphy Apparated from the bathroom to the warehouse and put away all the potions to prevent the Aurors from obtaining direct evidence.

He then returned to Umbrella Corporation and instructed the purchasing department to remove the two shell companies from the supplier list.

After all that was done, the ambulance arrived.

Patrick had an ambulance take Jennifer away, and he was about to go with her when he received a phone call.

After hanging up the phone, Patrick's face was extremely grim. "Boss, we're in big trouble again."

Murphy was still pondering how to transport potions more safely in the future when he heard Patrick's words. He frowned. "What trouble?"

"The Scotland Yard police just called and told us to come in for questioning. MI5 (the UK's national security agency) got intelligence from somewhere saying we're involved in a national security threat. They're planning a hearing in a few days."

"What?" Murphy exclaimed in astonishment, "The Umbrella Corporation threatens national security?"

This protective umbrella is not the same as that protective umbrella. They haven't researched zombie viruses, and the only products they've launched so far are Yunnan Baiyao for treatment and some cosmetics. What do these things have to do with national security?

"Yes, they specifically requested that you be there."

Murphy's brow furrowed even deeper; he vaguely sensed that this matter was probably related to those Aurors.

What evidence do they have?

Patrick shook his head. "It's not clear yet. I'll make a few calls."

A while later, Patrick returned, his face ashen. "I have a friend at Scotland Yard who told me this could be very serious. MI5's orders came directly from 10 Downing Street!"

10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's official residence.

The center of power in all of Britain.

Murphy was also stunned.

The Umbrella Corporation has become so powerful that even the Prime Minister has to personally intervene to deal with it.

The current owner of that mansion is none other than that Iron Lady!

If it really is her who wants to take down Umbrella, then Umbrella is doomed.

But why?

Could the research on the Umbrella Corporation really involve national security?

No, if that's the case, then this isn't the right attitude; instead, we should place even greater emphasis on protection.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Murphy's mind.

Uh, it seems the original book mentioned that Aurors would closely protect the Muggle Prime Minister?

Does the Iron Lady have an Auror by her side?

He instantly understood, and a sudden sense of relief washed over him.

Using a protective umbrella to fight against the state apparatus is undoubtedly a pipe dream, but if it's just about dealing with the Aurors, there are still ways to do it.

But we can't delay any longer.

MI5 had no idea that the Auror was directing things behind the scenes; they would only assume that the order to investigate Umbrella came from that country's representative.

And indeed, the umbrella of protection has many secrets that cannot be investigated in detail.

"Patrick, try to stall for a few days," Murphy instructed Patrick. "I'll handle this."

At that moment, he understood. The Auror beside the Muggle Prime Minister must have also received instructions from Scrimgeour. Their investigation of Umbrella could, on the one hand, be an attempt to destroy this company that violated the Wizarding Secrets Act.

On the other hand, they can also force themselves to appear through hearings.

If they actually go, the Aurors can connect Murphy Darkholm and Morpheus Annon, proving that Murphy is Morpheus.

Even if the White Medicine or the Venus series cannot be proven to be magic potions, Murphy will still be guilty of profiting in Muggle society, and they can still send him to Azkaban.

"What's your plan?" Patrick asked.

"If we can't solve the problem, we'll deal with the person who created it," Murphy said. "I'll get him out of office!"

"Who? Him? The Iron Lady?" Patrick was shocked. Although he didn't know why Murphy used "him," the context only made his mind think of his own Prime Minister. "You want to oust her?! Are you crazy?"

Murphy, who was about to leave, was so taken aback by Patrick's wild idea that he stumbled.

She was a woman who could rival great men; a brilliant politician that only comes along once every few years in Great Britain.

Taking her down? I'd rather just dominate the Ministry of Magic.

……

Wiltshire.

An estate is located in the quiet village of Lacoq.

This is Malfoy's new home, a manor house villa that was bought by Malfoy's ancestors in the last century.

The original manor is still under reconstruction, so they have to stay here for the time being.

Draco was extremely unhappy about this. He felt ashamed to face Crabbe and Goyle, living in such a cramped little house and being neighbors with Muggles! It was a disgrace to Malfoy's reputation.

With a crash, Draco knocked the food the elf had brought to the ground. "Cheese toast! It's this again! Three days in a row, are we not going to be able to afford meat?!"

The little elf was so frightened that it immediately lay down on the ground and kept apologizing.

"Honey, what would you like to eat? I'll have Becky make it," Narcissa reassured her son.

"I don't want to eat anything! I hate it here!" Draco yelled. "I want to go home! I don't want to live here!"

As he spoke, he ran out the door, only to bump headfirst into someone's arms.

He looked up and saw a black-haired young man looking at him mockingly. "Oh, young master, you're such a crybaby."

Murphy!

Draco Malfoy was startled and screamed as he ran back.

Lucius also came out of the room. "It's you?"

"Lucius, I've been waiting for over a month. Have you made up your mind?"

……

In the study, Murphy watched as the little elf, whom Lucius called Becky, poured himself a glass of red wine and asked with a smile, "Is this wine for honored guests or for the common folk?"

"Hmph, all the good wine has been ruined by your Fiery Curse. This is all we have left!"

Murphy didn't seem to care. "It's already a miracle you weren't burned to death. By the way, what about Dobby? He saved your whole family, you didn't kill him, did you?"

"He betrayed his master and deserves to die!" Lucius snorted. "However, death isn't so easy! He's locked in the cellar now, and he'll punish himself every day until he dies."

"That's enough. It's just a house-elf who was led astray and told a few truths. Don't be so petty."

"Loyalty is the only value of a house-elves! You're so frivolous! It's like you're making a joke of all traditions!"

"You want me to win over allies? You won't succeed; nobody will like you."

"That's why I need you," Murphy said. "I don't need their approval, as long as they don't cause me trouble."

"and……"

Murphy placed a bag of gold coins on the table. "I don't think anyone would dislike it, would they?"

Lucius glanced at the gold coins. "I thought the Supreme Potion had cost you all your money. Looks like you've made quite a bit from Muggles."

"Do you want it?"

"..."

"Shut down Slug and Giggs Pharmacy. From now on, there can only be one pharmacy in the wizarding world, and that will be Potions Supreme! Anyone who dares to compete will be made to lose everything."

"..."

After a long while, Lucius sighed.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

(End of this chapter)