Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

The time came half a day ago.

Murphy was leisurely playing Tetris in the Muggle arcade, while on the other side he was looking for traces of the Aurors through the shared field of vision with the Lightning Crows, preparing to give them another heartbreaking blow.

By participating in his Animagus ritual, the crows actually became part of his Animagus.

In other words, these crows are now his symbionts and clones.

This is an extremely powerful ability with huge potential to be exploited.

However, Murphy currently only uses them to share the field of view and conduct surveillance, or as drones with strike capabilities. He has not tried more methods of use that may put a greater load on his body.

In fact, he felt like he was a glass cannon.

In the state of fighting with all his strength, he felt that he might be able to fight Dumbledore 50-50, and he might not even be able to kill him with a lightning strike or something like that.

However, in contrast, his body always seemed to be on the verge of collapse due to the huge flaws caused by the imperfect Animagus transformation.

While using full power to deal 10,000 damage, he himself would also have to suffer 9,999 points of backlash... He didn't know whether he could kill the enemy, but he was probably dead.

At present, he can only use his abilities cautiously and count on the medical experts to come up with some treatment plans for him.

He was thinking about all this in his mind, but he kept moving his hands. He had already scored Tetris to a full score of 999,999 points, breaking the record in the arcade. A circle of Muggles stood behind him, looking at Murphy. The dazzling hand speed and operation are mesmerizing to watch.

Suddenly, in Murphy's right eye, which was wearing an eyepatch, he spotted an acquaintance in Miss Guguagua's field of vision.

"Finally found you, Mr. Black."

In fact, Murphy's surveillance through the crows these days is not just to combat Aurors.

Another purpose is to find Sirius Black who is hiding.

Playing turn-based battles with Aurors was not his style. Once the offensive started, he hoped to continue to increase the intensity and beat the opponent to death directly.

And Sirius was another weight he prepared to bring down Barty Crouch.

With business to do, Murphy ended the game and typed his name on the arcade: Annon.

He stood up, and there was applause immediately behind him, "That's great! Bravo! It's wonderful! You are the real Tetris master!"

The arcade owner even gave him a bottle of wine, "I will hang up your records. Are you sure you won't leave your real name?"

Murphy smiled, "Mystery is the enduring core of legends, isn't it?"

He raised the bottle and said, "Here's to the game, to the great Tetris!"

…

While Murphy was playing games and drinking, Sirius Black was in a very bad situation.

He found himself being followed.

And the stalkers were the dementors he was most worried about encountering.

The number of Aurors in Diagon Alley has dropped sharply these days, and the Dementors have become uncontrollable. Fortunately, no one comes to Diagon Alley now, and they don't cause much trouble.

But the reduction in numbers means that for Sirius, he has less and less cover.

It's been increasingly difficult for him to hide lately.

If possible, leaving Diagon Alley would actually be the wisest choice, but he couldn't do it.

Pettigrew is here.

That despicable rat was last seen here.

From the moment he knew that Peter Pettigrew was still alive, anger was burning in his heart all the time, and what was stronger than that anger was regret and guilt.

His best friend died because of his arrogance and stupidity. If this revenge is not avenged, he will not be able to sleep peacefully.

He tried to follow Blanc Lloyd. He had seen him holding the rat in the newspaper. Sirius once thought it was Blanc's pet.

But the old Auror was very difficult to deal with and almost discovered him several times. Later, he never saw Blanco with the rat again.

Maybe the rat also learned about his escape and escaped from Blanco.

Maybe it had gone somewhere else, maybe it was no longer in Diagon Alley.

But where in the vast world could he find a mouse?

So Sirius could only stay here, desperately waiting for that glimmer of possibility.

However, misfortune favored him earlier than luck.

When he was out looking for food, several dementors discovered him. They seemed to recognize his scent, so they chased him closely. Even if he turned into an animal, they could not get rid of him.

While running in a hurry, he was inadvertently forced to a corner. He nervously pulled out the wand. It was an old wand he had stolen in Knockturn Alley. It was very awkward, but at this moment, it might be the only one that could save his life. Something.

The dementors rushed over, and Sirius tried hard to recall those beautiful memories, and then used the spell.

A thin wisp of silver smoke spurted out from the end of the staff, unable to form a true patron saint at all.

There is no way, there is really not much happiness in his heart anymore, and the wand in his hand is also very awkward. Being able to do this is already his limit.

The silver guardian light blocked the attacks of the two Dementors, but angered the remaining Dementors.

More than a dozen dementors rushed over at the same time, bypassing the protective light. One of them got close to him, opened its rancid mouth and sucked in fiercely.

Cold and desperate, in an instant, Sirius seemed to have returned to Azkaban. Fear made him tremble all over, and the uncontrollable despair made him unable to support the Patronus anymore. With a bang, the barrier shattered.

There was no longer any obstacle between him and the God of Death.

The dementors seemed to have some kind of communication mechanism. After a while, more and more of them gathered, and each one came to take a bite of him.

Without the restraint of Aurors, they knew no restraint, and they had no intention of letting the prisoner escape from their custody.

What they want is to suck his soul dry and cause him to die completely.

Sirius's struggle gradually became weak. In his eyes, there were only countless dementors flying in the air like the gods of death.

At this time, he had even lost the emotion of fear. His soul was frozen, his thoughts had stagnated, and he was only one step away from death.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning hit a dementor, causing it to flee far away like a frightened fish.

"I heard that dementors are not afraid of any magic except the patron saint."

"I really want to know, can a billion-volt lightning kill you?"