After a few glasses of butter beer, the anger in Murphy's heart that was about to explode finally calmed down temporarily.
"Fuck the magical disaster! Fuck Millicent!" Orton cursed incoherently.
"Yes, fuck!"
Murphy raised his glass and clinked it with the other party.
"Fuck Merlin! Fuck wizards!" Orton continued to shout.
"Yes, fuck!"
Murphy agreed to the toast and drank another glass.
"Fuck the three broomsticks! Fuck Rosmerta!"
"Yes! Uh..."
Murphy glanced at the proprietress at the bar, whose eyes had already moved to this place. The cup she was wiping in her hand looked very suitable for throwing.
"No, this one is not okay, fuck something else."
"Bang." Orton fell asleep.
Murphy suddenly felt better. He ignored his companions and went to the bar to pay the bill. Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone shouting, "Hey, dark wizard bastard!"
A table of people was sitting not far from him, and some of them looked familiar.
Dwarf Dolph, flatterer Moore, and Aunt Balloon, oh no, Fat Ball Belinda.
"Murphy Darkholm, I heard you joined the Ministry of Magic?"
Murphy looked at the person who was talking for a long time.
"Who are you, brother?"
The wizard's face twitched, and a scar at the corner of his eye twisted like a centipede.
"Stupid! You don't even know who he is! Freys Shafik! He is the son of Director Babington!"
While Moore was scolding Murphy, he was also smiling at Shafik flatteringly. His face kept switching between being domineering and being humble, which made Murphy amazed.
Good fellow, you are the Metamorphmagus, are you performing face-changing here?
"Oh!!" Murphy suddenly understood, "Fres! The one who was beaten by me and cried in the third grade? What? Doesn't your face hurt anymore?"
Fres stood up with a "bang", and the scar left by Murphy on his face seemed to hurt again.
"Murphy, you are crazy! Apologize to Mr. Fres!" Belinda screamed beside him.
"This is not your office, Belinda." Murphy reminded.
"Oh? Isn't it? Do you believe I will fire you tomorrow! Apologize to Mr. Fres, immediately!"
Murphy rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and decided not to let this group of people ruin his good mood, and turned around to leave.
"Hey! Freak! Come back here! I told you to apologize, didn't you hear me?" Belinda was actually angry. She might have drunk a lot today. "Don't ignore me! You can't do this again! You idiot! You are a self-righteous and arrogant idiot!"
Belinda's fat face was shining, and she looked at Murphy as if she was looking at a bug.
"Do you think you can enter the Ministry because you have a lot of excellent scores? Idiot! You are nothing! You even want to join the Auror! Wishful thinking! Your damn parents are dark wizards! You will never pass the background check! If it weren't for Dumbledore's recommendation letter, I would have fired you long ago!"
Belinda said, laughing meanly.
"Do you think we can't understand you when you speak Chinese?"
"Quack, quack, just like a duck, I don't know where you learned it from, quack."
Belinda's thick lips opened and closed, imitating the duck's quack, and Moore followed suit twice, and then the two looked at each other and laughed foolishly.
"Come to think of it, this guy also has black hair, maybe he is an East Asian bastard born by Sanders and a Muggle Chinese..."
"Enough." Murphy suddenly said.
"Are you going to order me? Do you think you are..."
"I! Say! Enough!!" Murphy stared at Belinda.
The latter was temporarily controlled by her momentum and really didn't dare to speak anymore.
"Huh." Murphy took a deep breath and looked up at Belinda sincerely, "Belinda, you are a pig."
"I sympathize with you. I know that you are so ugly. You must have had a hard time when you were young, so you want to be flattered. Even if you are so ugly, you will sleep with him because no one loves you."
"If you are not so disgusting, I will sympathize with you, really."
"But you are so disgusting. So, die, sow."
"You!!" Belinda was so angry that her fat body trembled. She subconsciously grabbed the wand, but Murphy had already pulled out the wand before her, "Villa Vito!"
Belinda's already very round figure swelled again, and floated onto the roof like a balloon.
Looking at this scene, Murphy felt inexplicably comfortable.
This is what suits you, Aunt Maggie.
"Belinda!" Moore screamed, "How dare you!"
He rushed forward screaming, and was hit in the face by Murphy's punch. He covered his face and cried in horror.
Asking for a hammer, he got what he wanted.
Murphy was happy for him.
"Smash to pieces!" Freys seized the opportunity behind Murphy and chanted a spell.
Murphy didn't even look at it, and waved his wand, "Armor protect you!"
Then he turned around and kicked Freys in the stomach, knocking him to the ground, and grabbed a beer glass with his left hand and smashed it on his face.
Freys fell down with blood all over his face.
"Now your face is symmetrical."
"You're welcome, this is what I should do."
Now there is only one left.
Dolph's face was filled with horror. "I, I didn't say anything..."
"Okay, okay," Murphy patted his face, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. Hanging upside down!"
A dwarf was hung on the beam.
You can finally look down on others.
Are you happy, Dolph, Director?
For a while, only a few people were groaning and crying in the pub. The other customers looked at Murphy with horror, and the latter suddenly sighed.
"Alas, a bunch of idiots. I am also an idiot, playing with idiots for so long."
Murphy shook his head, and suddenly seemed to want to laugh, but he didn't laugh. Finally, he took out his only remaining gold galleon from his pocket and put it on the bar.
"Sorry, Madam Rosmerta, this is compensation."
After that, he Apparated and left the pub.
...
Almost subconsciously, he came to Charing Cross Road again.
It was late at night, but the streets of London were still brightly lit. Murphy had just been in a medieval fantasy tavern, but now seeing this prosperous world, he felt as if he was in a dream.
He was suddenly confused.
Is the world I live in this civilized city with brilliant lights, or that wonderful and magical English village?
Am I a wizard?
Or a Muggle? But this kind of literary and artistic philosophy quickly slipped from his mind, and he had to think about his future life.
I beat up my boss, his boss's lover, his boss's boss's son, and a dwarf.
I basically don't have to go to the Ministry of Magic anymore.
For losing that job, Murphy felt relieved and happy to sing a song.
But no job means no money.
And just now, in order to show off, he even gave the last gold galleon on hand to the plump boss lady.
Ah! That damn fullness!
Murphy touched his pocket and found only three copper knuts and a card.
Three copper knuts!
A piece of blood sausage that tastes so bad that it's even worse than that! Am I going to have to eat northwest wind tomorrow?
Headache! Take another look at the card.
David Stick?
Why is this thing still in my pocket?
But then, he clenched the business card.
After beating Belinda, the mania that had been with him since he entered the Ministry of Magic suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, he was calmer than at any time in the past few months.
Maybe, this is fate?
Originally, I wanted to be a wizard quietly.
Originally, I just wanted to let myself indulge in that utopian dream fairy tale like them.
But what can I do.
Fate seemed to have other plans for me.
Throwing the three Knuts into a basin next to a homeless man's feet, and ignoring the blank look in the man's eyes after he picked up the coins, Murphy walked towards a red telephone booth on the street.
Wizard Secrecy?
Fuck it!
I want to make money!
"David Stick? Let's make an appointment and talk."
(End of this chapter)