Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Since he couldn't get the magic stone, the only place where he could get the elixir of life was Nicoléme. Six months ago, he arranged for Rasim to find where Nicoléme was hiding.

"Master, we found him." Rasim said. "We found that a few owls always flew to an empty mailbox in Devon. Later, we sent people to keep an eye on it and finally found out that it was Nicoléme's. Retreat.”

"His original residence was invaded by unknown persons a year ago, and he moved to another village."

"Give me his address." Murphy said.

"Wait a moment, I'll make a call to confirm."

Since wizards lack long-distance communication means, even if they are performing such a secret mission, the most convenient communication tool is the Muggle phone.

After a while, Rasim returned to Crow's field of vision. He looked very anxious, "Oh no, Master, just now, Nicoléme's residence was invaded. Someone broke in!"

…

Devon.

When Murphy turned into lightning and fell from the sky, an Auror was already waiting. He held a weird wand like a directional antenna in his hand. It could emit high-frequency magic broadcasts into the air. Murphy used this thing to locate his position. His position landed.

"Where is Nicoléme's house?" Murphy asked as soon as he landed.

"That's the building in front." The Auror pointed to a simple house with a small garden.

"In order to keep tabs on me, I live opposite Nicoléme. Just now, Chief Rasim called me and asked me to confirm Nicoléme's situation. I came to the window and took a look, and happened to see a wizard. Apparition, he cracked the defensive magic outside Nicoléme's residence, and then broke in. He should be a dark wizard, I will report to the commander immediately..."

Murphy didn't wait for him to finish speaking and directly apparated to the door of the house.

Sure enough, the door was open.

He drew his wand and pushed open the door.

This is a normal-looking house, but both the decoration style and the furnishings inside look very old.

The house was very quiet. There were no traces of the magical battle that Murphy had originally thought. There were no explosions, no messy broken things, and no blood stains. It didn't even look like there was an invasion.

Until he turned the corner and saw an old man with white hair kneeling on the ground.

Next to the old man lay an old woman with the same gray hair.

"Nicholas Flamel?" Murphy asked aloud.

There was no response. If Murphy's magic vision hadn't shown that this man was still emitting magic fluctuations, he would have almost thought he was dead.

"Mr. Flamel." Murphy called him again.

The kneeling old man seemed to have just reacted now. He turned around and looked at Murphy, "Who are you?"

"Murphy Darkholm." Murphy looked at the other party, "You have been invaded here? Where are the intruders?"

"Already gone," Flamel said.

"Left?" Murphy frowned, "As far as I know, he should have come to steal the elixir of life in your hand. Did he succeed?"

For those who came here at this time, Murphy could only think of Voldemort.

He lost the Philosopher's Stone and faced the same situation as Murphy. If he wanted to be resurrected, he could only ask Flamel to get the elixir of life.

It's just that Murphy was wondering where he got Flamel's address.

Nicoléme's expression changed slightly, "Yes, that person took away the remaining elixir from me and Perenal."

Murphy looked at the other person, "You should know who that is, right? You handed the potion to him so easily?"

"I think I can probably guess... Only he would need the elixir of life so urgently, and only he would be so indifferent to life."

Murphy glanced at another decrepit old woman lying on the ground. In the magic vision, she was like an object, constantly emitting magic radiation, but no longer fluctuating.

This is a corpse.

Voldemort killed Perenal.

"Where did he go?" Murphy asked.

"I have no idea."

"Do you still have the elixir of life here?" Murphy asked again.

"No more, that's the last inventory, he took it all."

There was no sadness on Nicoléme's face, and his tone of voice was extremely calm, as if he was unmoved by Perenal's death.

"You don't look sad or angry. Don't you care that Voldemort kills your wife?" Murphy asked.

"Perenal and I have long been prepared to face death, but we didn't expect it to come in this form." Nicoléme said, with no expression on his old face. " But now that death has arrived, nothing else matters."

"Don't you want revenge?"

Flamel shook his head.

"Wouldn't you be angry if I ransacked your house?"

Flamel glanced at him and said, "I have decided to leave with Perenal. Once the funeral arrangements are made, you can use the things here as you wish."

All right.

This person has probably really had enough.

Suddenly Murphy saw Nicolas Flamel's arm, which seemed to have a little blood on it, "Are you injured?"

Nicolas Flamel glanced at the wound and said, "Before he left, he cut my arm and took a little of my blood."

Murphy understood and stopped talking nonsense to him. In the next moment, he apparated into the air and turned into lightning and left.

…

Little Hangleton.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, but no one noticed.

Churchyard.

A big pot was set up here again. A figure in black robes kept throwing various medicinal materials into the big pot. He muttered words, took out a thigh bone from a cemetery and threw it into the pot, and then added He cruelly chopped off his left hand and threw it into the pot. Finally, he added a few drops of blood from a test tube.

The cauldron boiled, and a ghostly thing emerged from behind the black-robed figure, condensing into a dark shadow in mid-air, causing the latter to let out a terrifying scream.

The ghosts got into the cauldron one by one, while the black-robed figure lay on the ground panting for a while, then stood up again, took out a bottle of potion from the side and poured it into the cauldron again.

"I see," suddenly a person walked out from behind a tombstone behind him, "use the resurrection potion first, and then pour the elixir, right?"

"Who?" Quirrell looked behind him in panic, but Murphy raised his wand and cast a petrification spell to freeze him.

"The resurrection potion should be used to build the physical body, so the elixir of life is used to add additional attributes. Want to make yourself live longer? Or restore magic power to a greater extent?"

He came to the cauldron, "What would happen if other potions were added at this time? For example..."

As he spoke, he took out several magic potions from his clothes and began to pour them in: sex change potion, wolf transformation potion, whitening enhancer, bone growth potion, blood tonic potion, magic cleanser, swelling potion...

Before he could finish pouring, the liquid in the cauldron began to boil violently, and the entire cauldron was shaking as if it might explode at any time.

Murphy quickly retreated. As soon as he stepped back, there was a bang and the cauldron exploded.