Chapter 53: You didn't use the opportunity I gave you

"Actually, we could have been friends." After knocking the other party down with a stick, Murphy decided to give a sweet date.

"At first, didn't we cooperate very well? I bought so many materials at Slug and Jiggers Apothecary, it must have made you earn a lot of Galleons, right?"

"Later, you wanted to earn more and wanted to participate in my business. Actually, it wasn't impossible..."

"I let Paped go to talk to you, just to talk about this, but you refused..." Lucius said.

"Was that talking about cooperation? You let him follow my people, and you wanted to hold my handle to threaten me! That's robbery! Mr. Lucius!"

Lucius couldn't refute for a moment. At that time, he thought he had caught Murphy's handle and really intended to forcibly take a share.

"But you could have politely proposed your suggestion..."

"Heh." Murphy sneered. "Who do you think you are? You got it wrong, Mr. Lucius, it was you asking me to cooperate, not me asking you!"

This is it!

This is the attitude!

Too arrogant!

My Malfoy family, when have I ever been so despised?!

Not to mention the other party is just a brat from the fallen Darkholm family!

That anger rose again.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have money!" When saying this, Lucius didn't feel strange. "Don't underestimate the energy of the Malfoy family! I can still kill you, kid! Your dead father..."

"Ah, powerless threats..." Murphy pretended to yawn. "Boring!"

"You!" Lucius was so angry that he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Murphy. "If you dare to be disrespectful again, I will kill you!"

"Oh?"

Murphy looked at him lazily, but his eyes suddenly became sharp. "Kill me?"

He said, moving his body forward, actually pressing his chest against Lucius's wand. "Do you have the guts?"

"Come." He grabbed the wand and moved it to his forehead. "Come here."

Murphy stared at Lucius with burning eyes. "You know the spell, right? Say it, and I will never underestimate you again."

Lucius looked at the other party in astonishment. He thought Murphy was crazy.

"Say the spell, coward. Coward. When you followed the Dark Lord, didn't you kill anyone?"

"You!"

Lucius's hand holding the wand was about to break it. He wanted to take action several times, but he hesitated again. There were Aurors on the island, and they might have seen him and Murphy. Killing him here, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape.

If he was caught in Azkaban again...

But should he just let him humiliate himself?

Must give him a lesson!

Cruciatus Curse!

As long as he is not caught on the spot, it will be difficult for them to convict him...

Just as he was calculating and preparing to say the spell, Murphy suddenly slapped his wand to the ground.

"You're not good enough, uncle." Murphy said: "You didn't use the opportunity I gave you."

The wand fell to the ground, and Lucius suddenly felt relieved in his heart.

No need to risk being caught in Azkaban.

"Admit it, uncle, I'm stronger than you." Murphy said. He stood on a slightly higher slope, looking down at Lucius. "It has nothing to do with my family or my identity. I am stronger than you!"

"If you still want to hold on to some unnecessary pride and overestimate your ability to provoke someone stronger than you, then only more failure and more humiliation await you."

"Perhaps the Dark Lord has been away for too long, making you too arrogant, and you have forgotten how to get along with the stronger."

"Then, I will teach you again. Recognize reality, learn humility. If the other party is a beast you can't beat, it's best not to block his path."

"Follow the trend and rely on the strong. Isn't this the wisdom that allows you to continue to this day?"

"You are not that strong yet!" Lucius said.

"Perhaps." Murphy shrugged. "Anyway, I don't want to be any 'master'. I prefer to provide cooperation opportunities that are beneficial to both parties, rather than one-sided exploitation and plunder."

"What do you want me to do?" Lucius asked.

Murphy smiled. This attitude is right.

"First, let me tell you what I can give you." Murphy said. "Don't think about your pharmacy business, they are dead. But it doesn't matter, I will give you more Galleons than that little profit."

"And what I want you to do is also very simple, no different from what you did in the past. Take the money I give you, bribe, buy, and pull more people to our side, let them know that I am a good friend, and don't have to be an enemy."

"You want to tie me to your pirate ship? Help you cover up the fact that you smuggled potions to Muggles?"

"Why, don't you want to get on the ship? There are endless mountains of gold and silver in the Muggle world. It's the 20th century now, and Muggle money is ten thousand times easier to earn than when your ancestors made their fortune."

Lucius was still hesitating. He couldn't accept the fact that the person who made him so miserable was about to become his partner—and the leading partner at that.

"I can understand your hesitation. After all, stupid people who can't control their emotions are the majority. But if you still choose to be my enemy, you must consider it carefully."

"Because next time, what I submit to the tribunal will not be that forged evidence."

Murphy said, took out a black notebook from his arms and waved it.

"It's about time," Murphy looked at the darkening sky. "I should go too. Goodbye, uncle, think about it carefully."

After speaking, he raised his head, waved his wand lightly, and suddenly his whole person turned into a stream of black smoke and soared into the sky. After turning in the air, he went far away in an instant.

And his words still echoed in Lucius's ears, "I don't have much patience, don't let me wait too long."

Lucius suddenly shuddered all over.

Hearing Murphy's telepathy instantly reminded him of the fear of being dominated by Voldemort.

How does he know this spell!

The Flight Spell and this kind of telepathy are spells developed by the Dark Lord himself! The former was only learned by Snape after being rewarded, but the latter has never heard of any Death Eater using it.

Lucius looked at the distant sky in suspicion. After a long time, he suddenly sighed.

Perhaps, he is really old.

Murphy is flying.

He wasn't deliberately showing off. After learning this move from the diary, Murphy had always liked to use it.

Not to mention the convenience, the feeling of flying was really addictive.

The spell recorded in the diary is not perfect, and it is also a magic linked to mana value. The stronger the mana, the faster the flight speed. With Murphy's current ability, the limit speed can only reach about the same as an ordinary passenger plane, about 1,000 kilometers per hour.

Far from reaching the level of supersonic speed that Voldemort had in the later period.

But, even so, this speed is much faster than Muggle sports cars and wizard brooms.

When Murphy felt the wind pressure at extreme speed, whistling across the sea, piercing through the clouds, and even flying side by side with falcons, the sense of freedom that he could go anywhere in the world made him always unable to stop.

He was flying happily when a phone ring suddenly sounded.

He had to stop to ensure that the brick could continue to receive the signal.

Answering the phone, a voice came from the other side, "Boss, the warehouse you asked us to keep an eye on has just been invaded."

Hiss.

Is this brick cursed? Why is there nothing good every time I answer it!

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