Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

In the forest, the Order of the Phoenix had drawn out their wands, ready to launch an attack at any time. However, Kingsley, as the commander, had not given the order to attack.

"Shackle, what are we waiting for?!" Moody asked angrily.

"Wait for a signal." Kingsley said, staring at the hilltop opposite.

Suddenly, a flash of light lit up on the top of the mountain. Moody was stunned and asked, "Are there our people on the other side?"

"That's not one of ours," Kingsley said, tightening his grip on his wand. "It's time! Attack!"

After saying that, he immediately apparated and disappeared, and the Order of the Phoenix behind him also apparated to the opposite mountain.

As soon as he stood firm on his feet, Moody saw a strange priest in black clothes and a crown of thorns. He was holding a cross-like wand in his hand. He was mumbling words while using the wand to spray flames and Lightning knocked back several Aurors.

Moody was sure these guys weren't members of the Order, but it seemed like they were helpers?

"Defense! Defense! Don't let them get close to the radar!" the Auror captain shouted. He originally thought he would encounter the Order of the Phoenix, but unexpectedly, a group of guys dressed as missionaries suddenly appeared.

He was about to call for reinforcements from the psychic network, but the psychic network that had been open until just now was only filled with some kind of rustling white noise. He shouted a few words in the network, and only the unchanging silence responded to him.

He glanced around and then spotted a priest half-kneeling on the ground who seemed to be praying.

The opponent held a portrait high in his hand, and the power to block the spiritual network seemed to come from there.

He raised his wand, "Collapse!"

It was the most skilled spell he had ever used.

Suddenly, a knight wrapped in pitch-black armor jumped out in front of him. The spell hit the knight, but it seemed to have no effect.

Damn it, who are these people? !

…

There was silence in Murphy's mental network, but he seemed not to notice it, watching Dumbledore pick out one of the strange-flavored beans.

Dumbledore broke the strange-flavored beans into two halves, placed them in two closed cups, pushed one to Murphy's side, and put the other in front of him, and then said, "Guess what, Murphy." "

Murphy's sense of smell was enough for him to smell very subtle odors, but Dumbledore had obviously added some magic to the cup to isolate the smell from other perceptions, making it difficult for him to perceive any information about the contents inside.

"Mango flavor." He guessed casually. He just saw that the beans Dumbledore picked were yellow in color.

"I'm afraid you've guessed wrong," Dumbledore said. "I guess it smells like butter."

The two opened their cups and each put half of a strange-flavored bean into their mouths.

"Oh..." Murphy rolled his eyes, "It smells like fried fish. You can ask questions, professor."

Dumbledore obviously didn't like the taste very much, but he had tasted even more delicious beans, and he ate them expressionlessly.

"Tell me, Murphy, what do you want? Why do you have to do these things?" Dumbledore asked, "You once said that you yearned for immortality. Is this your wish?"

"Immortality," Murphy nodded, "Yes, that is indeed one of my wishes."

"If that's all, I can give you the Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore said.

"Aren't you afraid that I will use the power of the magic stone to cause damage?" Murphy asked sarcastically.

"Compared to the power you have now, the Magic Stone only pales in comparison. In the past, I underestimated you."

"I really want to live forever. Why don't you give me the magic stone first?"

"If that's all your wish, of course. But it seems that you have more things you want. What are they?"

"Look, I gave you an answer, but you still don't trust me." Murphy said slyly.

"I thought the rule of the game was honesty."

"Okay, okay." Murphy smiled, "The other thing I want is a bit complicated, but we all seem to be free today. In short, I am just curious, curious about the truth, Curious about magic. Of course, you can also think that I am longing for power and omnipotence. In fact, omniscience and omnipotence are equivalent."

"Omniscient, omnipotent... I understand, that's why you want to study magic through Muggle methods. Do you want to become a god?"

"Some people would indeed describe it that way." Murphy said.

Dumbledore frowned. This answer didn't surprise him too much, it just confirmed his guess.

But it also brings up another question, "Murphy, who the hell are you?"

Murphy looked at him and smiled, "This is the second question, Professor."

…

"boom!"

When a knight in black armor was about to behead the Auror in front of him, something seemed to hit him hard on the head, and then, a distant gunshot echoed in the valley.

The next moment, another gunshot rang out, and the leg of the priest who was half-kneeling on the ground in prayer was broken. At the same time, the Auror Captain discovered that the psychic network communication had been restored.

Immediately afterwards, several lightning crows flew into the crowd, and with a burst of dazzling lightning, more than a dozen Aurors suddenly appeared to come for reinforcements.

The Order of the Phoenix's attack was suppressed immediately.

…

"Watermelon flavor," Dumbledore said.

The two again put the multi-flavor beans that Murphy selected into their mouths.

"Ah...pepper." Murphy frowned, "You actually like to eat this kind of thing?"

"It always gives you some surprises." Dumbledore said, "So, what questions do you have for me, Murphy?"

"I do have a question that I want to know the most, but I guess you won't tell me easily. How about this, if I can guess right once, how about you tell me the answer?"

Bibi's multi-flavor beans claim to have more than 700 flavors, so the probability of guessing correctly is very slim.

Dumbledore thought for a while, "Let's ask your first question first."

"Okay," Murphy looked at the other person, "I want to know everything about the Holy Mother."

"I don't know much more than you do," Dumbledore said, "Are you sure you want to listen?"

Murphy nodded.

"First of all, it may be very ancient," Dumbledore said. "I checked the documents and found that there have been many times in history such black-armored knights, and they have caused a big blow to wizard society."

"Secondly, it is not a wizard, or someone. Its form of existence... is very strange, and it should be very difficult to kill it."

"In the end, it exists to guard a secret. It sees you as its worst enemy. But you are not its only enemy."

"Who is the other enemy?"

"Miriam the Oathbreaker, I have seen this name before. She seems to be a prophet. And...Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Murphy searchingly, "It thinks, It was you who caused some changes in both of them, you were the root of everything."

Miriam and Tom Riddle?

Miriam's words are okay. As a long-lived vampire, her entanglement with the Virgin may not last more than a day or two.

But, Tom Riddle?

Which Tom does it refer to?