The other party quickly replied: "Okay, is the trap prepared to be fatal or non-fatal?"
Murphy thought for a while. He was not going to cause death and make things difficult to deal with. "It is non-lethal."
He hung up. On the phone, Murphy Disapparated into the bathroom and went to the warehouse to collect all the potions to prevent the Aurors from getting direct evidence.
He then returned to the Umbrella Company and asked the purchasing department to remove the two shell companies from the supply list.
After doing this, the ambulance arrived.
Patrick asked the ambulance to take Jennifer away, and he was about to follow, but he answered a call at the last minute.
When he hung up the phone, Patrick's face was very ugly. "Boss, we are in big trouble again."
Murphy was still thinking about how to transport potions more safely in the future. Hearing Patrick's words, he frowned, "What's the trouble?"
"The police from Scotland Yard called us just now and asked us to go for questioning. MI5 (British National Security Agency) didn't know where they got the tip, saying that they were preparing to threaten national security in a few days. Convene a hearing."
"What?" Murphy was stunned. "The Umbrella Company threatens national security?"
"Yes, they specifically asked you to be present."
Murphy's brows furrowed even deeper. He vaguely felt that this matter was probably related to those Aurors.
"What evidence do they have?"
Patrick shook his head, "It's not clear yet. I'm going to make some phone calls."
After a while, Patrick came back, his face pale, "I have a friend at Scotland Yard. He told me, this matter may be serious. The order received by MI5 comes directly from No. 10 Downing Street!"
"No. 10, the official residence of the Prime Minister."
The most powerful center in the UK.
Murphy was also stunned.
The Umbrella Company has become so powerful that the Prime Minister has to deal with it personally?
The current owner of that official residence is the Iron Lady!
If she really wants to deal with the Protective Umbrella, then the Protective Umbrella is really in trouble.
But why?
Does the research on the Protective Umbrella really involve national security?
No, if this is the case, they should not have this attitude, but should be more valued and protected.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Murphy's mind.
Uh, it seems that the original book mentioned that Aurors will personally protect the Muggle Prime Minister?
Is there an Auror around the Iron Lady?
He understood instantly and felt a sudden lightness in his heart.
It is undoubtedly a fantasy to rely on a Protective Umbrella to fight against the state machinery, but if it is just to deal with Aurors, there is still a way.
But it can't be delayed.
MI5 did not know that Aurors were behind the scenes. They would only think that the order to investigate the Umbrella came from the spokesperson of the country.
And the Protective Umbrella does have many secrets that cannot be scrutinized.
"Patrick, try to deal with it for a few days," Murphy told Patrick. "I will solve this matter."
At this moment, he figured out that the Auror next to the Muggle Prime Minister must have also received Scrimgeour's instructions. On the one hand, they can try to destroy the company for violating the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy.
On the other hand, they can also force themselves to appear through hearings.
If he really goes, the Aurors can connect Murphy Darkholm and Morpheus Anon and prove that Murphy is Morpheus.
By then, even if White Medicine or the Venus series cannot be proven to be magic potions, Murphy will not be able to escape the charge of making money in the Muggle society, and they can still send him to Azkaban.
"What can you do?" Patrick asked.
"If we can't solve the trouble, we'll solve the troublemaker," Murphy said. "I want him to step down!"
"Who? Him? The Iron Lady?" Patrick was shocked, although he didn't know why Murphy used " 'Him', but in this context he could only think of his own Prime Minister. "You want her to step down??! Are you crazy?"
Murphy, who was about to leave, was frightened by Patrick's imagination.
That is a woman who can rub shoulders with great men. Great Britain has only produced an outstanding politician in many years.
Take her down? I might as well just dominate the Ministry of Magic.
...
Wiltshire.
A manor house situated in the quiet village of Lacock.
This is Malfoy's new home, a manor villa that was bought by Malfoy's ancestors in the last century.
The original manor was still being rebuilt, so they had to live here first.
Little Draco was very dissatisfied with this. He felt that he was embarrassed to see Crabbe and Goyle. He actually lived in such a crowded small house with Muggles as neighbors! This is simply an insult to Malfoy's reputation.
"Clang!" With a sound, Draco knocked the food brought by the elf to the ground. "Cheese toast! This again! Can't we afford meat for three days in a row?!"
The elf was frightened. He suddenly fell to the ground and kept apologizing.
"My dear, I'll let Becky do whatever you want to eat," Narcissa comforted her son.
"I don't want to eat anything! I hate it here!" Draco shouted. "I want to go home! I don't want to live here!"
As he said this, he ran out of the door, but he ran into the arms of someone.
When he looked up, he saw a young man with black hair looking at him jokingly. "Hey, young master, you are so crying."
Murphy!
Draco Malfoy was startled, screamed, and ran back.
Lucius also came out of the room. "Is that you?"
"Lucius, I've been waiting for more than a month. Have you thought about it?"
...
In the study, Murphy looked at the man whom Lucius called Becky's elf filled himself a glass of red wine and asked with a smile: "Is this wine for distinguished guests or for low-class people?"
"Humph, all the good wine has been burned by your fierce fire spell. There is only this kind of wine!"
Murphy didn't take it seriously. "It's good that it didn't burn you to death. By the way, Dobby saved your whole family. You didn't kill him?"
"He betrayed his master, right? You deserve to die!" Lucius snorted. "But it's not that easy to die! He is now locked in the cellar, and he has to punish himself every day until he dies."
"That's enough, a house elf was guided. Just a few words of truth." Don't be so petty."
"Loyalty is the only value of a house elf! You are so frivolous!"
"You want to treat all traditions as a joke!" You won't succeed if I win over allies. No one will like you."
"That's why I need you," Murphy said. "I don't need their likes, as long as they don't cause trouble for me.
"And..."
Murphy said, putting a
bag of gold coins on the table. "There must be no one who doesn't like it, right?"
Lucius glanced at the gold coins. "I thought the Supreme Potion cost you all your money." It seems like you make a lot of money from Muggles."
"Do you want it?"
"..."
"Close Slug and Giggs' pharmacies. There will only be one pharmacy in the wizarding world. It's the Supreme Potion! Anyone who dares to compete will lose all his money."
"..."
After a while, Lucius sighed.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
(End of Chapter)