Harry Potter: Using science to be IMMORTAL

The response was swift: "Should the traps be lethal or non-lethal?"

Murphy pondered for a moment. He wasn't looking to cause fatalities and complicate matters, "Non-lethal."

After hanging up, Murphy used an illusion spell to go to the warehouse and collected all the magical potions, preventing the wizards from obtaining direct evidence.

He then returned to Umbrella Corporation and instructed the procurement department to remove the two shell companies from the supplier list.

Once these tasks were completed, the ambulance arrived.

Patrick arranged for Jennifer to be taken away and was about to follow when he received a phone call.

After the call, Patrick looked very troubled, "Boss, we have a big problem."

Murphy, still pondering over how to transport the magical potions more securely, furrowed his brow at Patrick's words, "What kind of problem?"

"I just got a call from Scotland Yard. They want us to attend an inquiry. MI5 (British National Security Agency) got some tip-off claiming we're a threat to national security. They're planning a hearing in a few days."

"What?" Murphy was astonished, "Umbrella Corporation, a threat to national security?"

This Umbrella was not that Umbrella; they hadn't researched zombie viruses. The only products they had released were Dittany for treatment and some cosmetics. How did these relate to national security?

"Yes, and they specifically asked for your presence."

Murphy's frown deepened. He had a feeling that this might have something to do with those arrogant wizards.

"Do they have any evidence?"

Patrick shook his head, "Not clear yet, I'll make some calls."

After a while, Patrick returned, pale-faced, "I have a friend at Scotland Yard. He told me this could be very serious. The order for MI5 came directly from 10 Downing Street!"

10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's residence.

The very center of power in Britain.

Murphy was stunned.

Had Umbrella Corporation become so influential that it warranted the Prime Minister's personal attention?

And the current occupant of that official residence was none other than the Iron Lady!

If she was indeed targeting Umbrella, then Umbrella was in serious trouble.

But why?

Could Umbrella's research indeed pose a threat to national security?

No, if that were the case, the approach should be more about valuing and protecting, not this.

Suddenly, a thought struck Murphy.

Ah, didn't the original story mention that wizards would protect the Muggle Prime Minister?

A wizard with the Iron Lady?

He instantly understood and felt a weight lift from his heart.

Fighting the state machinery with Umbrella was a fool's errand, but dealing with wizards was still manageable.

But he couldn't delay.

MI5 didn't know it was wizards pulling the strings; they would think the investigation order came from the nation's spokesperson.

And Umbrella indeed had many secrets not fit for scrutiny.

"Patrick, try to stall for a few days," Murphy instructed, "I'll handle this."

He realized the wizards investigating Umbrella were probably acting on Scrimgour's orders. On one hand, they might try to destroy this company violating the Wizarding Secrecy Act.

On the other, they could use the hearing to force him to appear.

If he really went, the wizards could link Murphy Darkholm with Morpheus Annon, proving Murphy was Morpheus.

Even if the Dittany or Venus series couldn't be proven to be magical potions, Murphy's accumulation of wealth in the Muggle society would still be a crime, and they could send him to Azkaban.

"Do you have a plan?" Patrick asked.

"If we can't resolve the trouble, then we deal with the one causing it," Murphy said, "I'm going to make him step down!"

"Who? Him? The Iron Lady?" Patrick was shocked. Although he didn't understand why Murphy used 'him,' in this context, he could only think of their Prime Minister, "You want her to step down??!! Are you mad?"

Murphy, about to leave, stumbled at Patrick's wild idea.

She was a woman capable of standing toe-to-toe with giants, a rare political talent in Britain's history.

Topple her? He might as well conquer the Ministry of Magic directly.

...

Wiltshire.

A manor situated in the quiet village of Lacock.

This was the new home of the Malfoys, a manor villa bought by their ancestors in the last century.

Since the original manor was being rebuilt, they had to settle here for now.

To this, young Draco was very discontent. He felt too embarrassed to meet Crabbe and Goyle, living in such a cramped house, neighbors with Muggles! It was a disgrace to the Malfoy name.

"Clang!" Draco knocked over the food served by a house-elf, "Cheese toast! Again! Three days in a row, can't we afford meat?!"

The house-elf cowered on the floor, apologizing profusely.

"Dear, what would you like to eat? I'll have Betsy make it," Narcissa tried to appease her son.

"I don't want to eat anything! I hate it here!" Draco yelled, "I want to go home! I don't want to live here!"

As he ran out the door, he bumped into someone.

Looking up, he saw a young man with black hair mockingly looking at him, "Oh, young master, such a crybaby."

Murphy!

Draco Malfoy was startled and screamed as he ran back inside.

Lucius also emerged from the room, "You?"

"Lucius, I've been waiting for over a month. Have you decided?"

...

In the study, Murphy watched Betsy, the house-elf Lucius called, pour him a glass of wine and asked with a smile, "Is this wine for honoring a guest or for the lower class?"

"Hmph, your Fiendfyre Curse burned all the good wine. This is all we have!"

Murphy was indifferent, "Not burning you alive was already merciful. By the way, where's Dobby? He saved your family. You didn't kill him, did you?"

"He betrayed his master, deserves death!" Lucius snorted, "But dying is too easy! He's locked in the cellar, punishing himself every day until he dies."

"Enough already, it's just a house-elf, tricked into speaking a few truths. Don't be so petty."

"Loyalty is the sole value of a house-elf! You're too flippant! It's like you want to turn all traditions into a joke!"

"You think I won't succeed in rallying allies? No one will like you."

"That's why I need you," Murphy said, "I don't need their affection, just no trouble."

"And..."

Murphy, placing a bag of gold coins on the table, added, "Nobody dislikes these, right?"

Lucius glanced at the coins, "I thought the Supreme Potion bankrupted you. Seems you've made quite a fortune among Muggles."

"Want them?"

"..."

"Close Slughorn's and Jigger's apothecaries. From now on, there should only be one apothecary in the wizarding world, Supreme Potion! Whoever dares compete, I'll make them lose everything."

"..."

After a long while, Lucius sighed.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"