Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

After a few glasses of butterbeer, the anger in Murphy's heart that was about to explode finally calmed down for the time being.

"Fucking magical disaster! Fucking Millicent!" Orton cursed incoherently.

"Yes, grass!"

Murphy raised his wine glass and clinked it with the other party.

"Fuck Merlin! Fuck the wizard!" Orton continued to yell.

"Yes, grass!"

Murphy agreed to the toast and took another drink.

"Fuck the Three Broomsticks! Fuck Rosmerta!"

"Yes! Uh..."

Murphy glanced at the proprietress at the bar, whose eyes were already moving here. The cup she was wiping in her hand looked very suitable for throwing.

"No, this won't work, it's something else."

"Clang." Orton fell asleep.

Murphy's mood suddenly improved a lot. He ignored his companions and went to the bar to pay the bill. He was about to leave when he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Hey, dark wizard bastard!"

A table of people was sitting not far from me, and several of them looked familiar.

Shorty Dolph, flattery Moore, and Balloon Aunt, oh no, it's Fat Ball Belinda.

"Murphy Darkholm, I heard you entered the Ministry of Magic?"

Murphy looked at the speaker for a while.

"Brother, who are you?"

The wizard's face twitched, and a scar at the corner of his eye twisted like a centipede.

"Idiot! You don't even know who he is! Fres Shafiq! He is the son of Director Babington!"

While Moore scolded Murphy, he smiled flatteringly at Shafik. His face kept switching between domineering and groveling, which made Murphy amazed.

Good guy, you are the Metamorphomagus, right? Are you performing a face-changing show here?

"Oh!!" Murphy suddenly understood, "Fres! The one who cried when I beat him in the third grade? What? His face doesn't hurt anymore?"

Frese stood up with a bang, and the scar left by Murphy on his face seemed to be aching faintly again.

"Murphy, you're crazy! Apologize to Mr. Fleiss!" Belinda screamed at the side.

"This is not your office, Belinda," Murphy reminded.

"Oh? Isn't that right? Believe it or not, I will fire you tomorrow! Apologize to Mr. Fleiss, immediately!"

Murphy rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and decided not to let these people ruin his hard-won good mood, and turned to leave.

"Hey! Freak! Come back here! I told you to apologize, didn't you hear me?" Belinda was actually angry. She may have drunk a lot today, "Don't ignore me! You can't do this again. ! You idiot! You self-righteous, arrogant idiot!"

Belinda's fat face was shiny, and she looked at Murphy like a bedbug.

"Do you think you can enter the ministry because you got a lot of excellent exams? Idiot! You are nothing! You actually want to join the Auror! Wishful thinking! Your damn parents are dark wizards! You can never pass the background test Review! If it weren’t for Dumbledore’s letter of recommendation, I would have fired you long ago!”

Belinda said, laughing meanly.

"Do you think we can't understand you when you speak in Chinese?"

"Quack, quack, quack, just like a duck quacking. I don't know where you learned it from, quack."

Belinda's plump lips opened and closed, imitating a duck's quack, and Moore followed suit twice, and then the two looked at each other and giggled.

"Speaking of which, this guy also has black hair. He might be an East Asian bitch born to Sanders and a Muggle-Chinese..."

"That's enough." Murphy said suddenly.

"Are you going to order me? Do you think you are..."

"I! Say! That's enough!" Murphy glared at Belinda.

The latter was caught by his momentum for a moment and really didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Phew." Murphy looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, then looked at Belinda with great sincerity, "Belinda, you are just a pig."

"I sympathize with you. I know that an ugly girl like you must have had a hard time when you were young. That's why you want to be flattered. So even if you are an ugly guy like Moore, you will go to bed with him because no one loves you. you."

"I would sympathize with you, really, if you weren't so disgusting."

"But you're so disgusting. So go to hell sow."

"You!!" Belinda was so angry that her fat body was shaking, and she subconsciously went to grab the wand, but Murphy had already taken out the wand before her, "Veravito!"

Belinda's already very round figure expanded again and turned into a balloon, floating up to the roof.

Looking at this scene, Murphy felt inexplicably comfortable.

That's what suits you, Aunt Maggie.

"Belinda!" Moore exclaimed, "How dare you!"

He screamed and rushed forward, and then was punched in the face by Murphy. He covered his face in horror and cried.

Ask for a hammer and get a hammer, and you will get your wish.

Murphy was happy for him.

"Shattered to pieces!" Fleiss seized the opportunity behind Murphy and chanted the spell.

Without even looking, Murphy waved his wand and said, "Armor for protection!"

Then he turned around and kicked Fleiss in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. He grabbed a beer glass with his left hand and smashed it into the opponent's face.

Frese fell down with blood on his face.

"Now your face is symmetrical."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Now only the last one remains.

Dolf's face was full of horror, "I, I didn't say anything..."

"Okay, okay," Murphy patted his face, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. Hang the golden clock upside down!"

A dwarf was hung from the rafter.

You can finally look down on others.

Are you happy, Dolph, Chief?

There were only a few people moaning and crying in the tavern for a while. The other customers looked at Murphy with horrified faces, and the latter suddenly sighed.

"Oh, what a bunch of idiots. I'm an idiot too, and I've been playing with idiots for so long."

Murphy shook his head, and suddenly seemed to want to laugh, but failed. Finally, he took out his only remaining gold galleons from his pocket and placed it on the bar.

"Sorry, Mrs. Rosmerta, this is compensation."

After saying that, he apparated and left the tavern.

…

Almost subconsciously, he came to Charing Cross Street again.

It was already late at night, but the streets of London were still brightly lit. Just now, he was in a medieval fantasy-style tavern. Now seeing this bustling world, Murphy felt like he was in a dream.

He was suddenly confused.

Is the world I live in this brightly lit civilized city or that wonderful and magical English village?

Am I a wizard?

Or a muggle?

But this kind of literary and artistic philosophy quickly slipped away from his mind, and he had to think about the rest of his life.

He beat up his immediate boss, his immediate boss's lover, his immediate boss's boss's son, and a dwarf.

Basically there is no need to go to the Ministry of Magic anymore.

Regarding losing that job, Murphy only felt relieved and wanted to sing a song.

But no job means no money.

And just now, in order to show off to the end, he even gave the last gold galleons he had to the plump boss lady.

ah! That damn fullness!

Murphy touched his pocket and found only three copper Knuts and a card.

Three Copper Nuts!

A piece of English blood sausage from my grandma's house is so unpalatable that it costs more than this!

Will we have to drink northwest wind tomorrow?

My head hurts!

Take another look at the card.

David Stick?

Why is this thing still in my pocket?

But then, he clutched the business card tightly.

After beating Belinda, the mania that had been with him since he entered the Ministry of Magic suddenly disappeared.

He was more peaceful now than he had been in months.

Maybe, this is fate?

Originally, I wanted to be a wizard peacefully.

Originally, I just wanted to indulge myself in that utopian dreamy fairy tale like them.

But nothing.

Fate seemed to have other plans for me.

After throwing three Nats into a basin next to a homeless man's feet, and ignoring the blank look in his eyes after picking up the coins, Murphy walked towards a red phone booth on the street.

Wizarding Secrecy?

Go to hell!

I want to make money!

"David Stick? Set up a place and let's talk."