Chapter 2: Pest Consultation Office

Rufus Scrimgeour.

Head of the Auror Office.

"Murphy." The other party also saw him, but he still kept walking.

Murphy took a few steps forward and walked side by side with the other party. "Director Scrimgeour, what do you think of joining the Aurors that I mentioned to you last time?"

If he had to work in the Ministry of Magic, Murphy actually wanted to become a Silent Person. Being able to do some research on the nature of magic was very attractive to him.

But Silent Persons are usually lifelong, and becoming a Silent Person basically means being out of touch with the world.

Secondly, Aurors are also very good. As front-line combat personnel, they are not only paid more, but also very exciting.

In any case, it is much better than the current job.

Scrimgeour walked with the wind, and his face was still tense while he spoke, looking straight ahead.

"I saw your school grades, they are excellent. Your ability test results are also good, and you are very skilled in using spells, but you cannot become an Auror."

"Why?"

Murphy stared, he had been rejected too many times today.

"Your personality test failed. You are too impulsive, adventurous, and lack obedience. More importantly, we found that you are full of prejudice and dissatisfaction with the wizarding world."

"What? I..."

Scrimgeour suddenly stopped and looked at him, "and your background check failed. Your parents are dark wizards. My analyst told me that it may be because of their influence that there are so many dangerous factors in your personality."

Murphy was speechless for a moment.

"What we need is a loyal warrior. The Auror office is not suitable for you. Go and do what you should do."

Scrimgeour said, patted Murphy on the shoulder, and was about to leave.

"Do you mean to provide advice to those idiots to eliminate goblins?" Murphy couldn't help but choke.

Scrimgeour turned his head and looked at him deeply, "You're on your own."

Background check.

Fuck!

This again!

His previous application for the Quietus was rejected because of the background check.

The son of a dark wizard obviously does not meet the requirements for serving in an important department of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, his parents are dark wizards.

Sanders Darkholme and Natalie Darkholme, a pair of idiots who fantasize about following the Dark Lord to restore the glory of their family.

Six years ago, Voldemort fell, and they successfully sent themselves to Azkaban.

And died there about three or four years ago.

They didn't leave any inheritance for Murphy.

As early as the generation of Sanders, the Darkholme family was impoverished. After their death, Murphy inherited only a dilapidated and leaky old house and only a few hundred Galleons of debt.

Fortunately, most of Sanders' creditors were in Azkaban, so no one came to Murphy to collect debts.

Murphy never complained about his origin.

After all, as a time traveler, his parents were probably just a background introduction to him.

Orphan?

Whose time traveler is not an orphan?

Poor?

Isn't this the right way to start?

As for his parents being dark wizards?

Cool!

When he was young at Hogwarts, he was bullied for being the son of a dark wizard, but after he broke the legs of those bullies one by one, no one bothered him anymore.

It was not until graduation that he felt the trouble brought by this identity again.

Who would have thought that there was also political review in the magic world!

Fuck!

There was no hope for Auror, and Murphy took the elevator to the fourth floor underground in frustration.

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

The door at the end of the corridor is the office where Murphy works.

On the doorplate are a few crooked small words:

"Pest Advisory Office".

Murphy pushed the door open with despair, and heard a pretentious voice.

"Oh, lazy bug finally remembered to go to work, but unfortunately, you are late, again."

An irregular sphere in a lace sweater laughed like a barbell.

Murphy was a little dazed for a moment.

Hey, how did the inflatable Aunt Marge in the movie appear here?

Well, this is his immediate superior.

Director of the Pest Advisory Office.

The most annoying pest in Murphy's mind.

Belinda Pound.

"Fuck!"

Murphy replied with a Chinese character as usual.

"Speaking in that strange language again, don't think I don't understand."

"..."

The fat woman twisted to Murphy's side, holding a form in her hand, and deliberately drew a big cross on it with a pen.

"You've been late again, the third time. Guess what, you're going to fail the attendance at the end of the month..."

"Hehe."

"Murphy, what's your attitude! The director is talking to you!" A skinny bald man also spoke up, "Young people nowadays, don't they know any manners?"

This is Murphy's second most hated pest, the deputy director of the consulting office, Stav Moore.

"Belinda, don't be angry, come and try this cup of ginger tea, I added a drop of Flobberworm mucus, which is good for treating insomnia. I know you like sweet, so I put more sugar cubes."

Staff handed Belinda a cup of steaming black tea attentively, and looked at her with an expectant face, frowning and taking a sip.

Flobberworm...

As expected of the deputy director of pests, his taste is so unique.

Murphy decided to ignore the two strange people flirting with each other, so as not to dirty his eyes.

He came to his desk and saw a pile of letters on it.

The Pest Advisory Office, as the name suggests, provides advice and suggestions on how to deal with pests for wizard families.

For example, the most common one is to eliminate garden gnomes, and occasionally to drive away lost ghouls.

Specifically, it is to reply to those wizards who are harassed by pests.

For Murphy, this job is extremely boring. In fact, most of the so-called pest problems in the letters can be solved as long as you know a little bit of magical animal knowledge or a little common sense.

At the beginning, Murphy could reply with more detailed coping methods, but after only a month, he was fed up and his replies became more and more perfunctory.

Nowadays, he usually only uses phrases such as "burn with fire", "knock on the wooden basin", "kick it" to send those letters, and sometimes there is only one word, such as "fire", "basin", "kick", etc.

He doesn't care whether the other party can understand it or not, he just wants to be a mess.

Resisting the urge to tear up the letter, Murphy cheered up and replied a few letters, and then he was full of irritation.

This crappy class, I don't want to go to it for a day!

Subconsciously, Murphy's hand reached for his pocket to find a cigarette.

This is a habit he developed in his previous life. When he is in a bad mood, he wants to have a cigarette.

However, after crossing over in this life, he has been living in Hogwarts. His addiction to smoking has long gone, and he can't put it in his pocket, so he naturally can't find it at this time.

But after groping for a while, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

It turned out to be the business card of the Mohawk man before.

David Stick.

Jelida Pharmaceutical Group, Director, Executive President.

When did this bastard put the business card in my pocket?

"What are you doing? Why don't you write a reply? Who do you think is the reason why our department is always complained about for its poor efficiency? These people are suffering from pests! Waiting for our help! And we can't do anything because you haven't started writing yet!"

Belinda roared.

So why the hell don't you write it yourself?

"Belinda, your sense of responsibility is admirable." Stav Moore flattered at the right time.

Ugh, can you two die first?

The boring day finally passed with difficulty.

Before leaving get off work, Murphy got another bad news.

"Due to several magical disasters last month and the reduction in donations, this month's salary has been temporarily suspended. The department is raising money as soon as possible and strives to make up for everyone next month..."

Listening to the declaration of the current minister, Millicent Bagno, Murphy rolled his eyes in frustration.

A government whose main source of funding is donations and various examination fees, fines, etc.

Unstable income and equally unstable expenditures have caused the Ministry's funding chain to break from time to time, and wage arrears have become a common occurrence.

Who on earth came up with this financial model?

This bunch of idiots!

The entire Ministry of Magic can't even get a brain together!

Reason and logic are nothing to these wizards.

"Merlin's rotten crotch! Shit!" Someone cursed not far away.

Obviously, Murphy is not the only one who is dissatisfied with this.

The man cursed a few times, saw Murphy, and said hello, "Murphy, let's go have a drink, damn, I'm so angry!"

This man's name is Orton Furries, a Muggle-born wizard, a few years older than Murphy, working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. The two have a common hobby in complaining about the Ministry of Magic.

After thinking about the troubles of the day, Murphy agreed.

"Let's go, Three Broomsticks."

(End of this chapter)