Harry Potter: Using science to be IMMORTAL

"Minister Morrison, it's a pleasure to see you still looking radiant."

The Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office, was a place that Murphy had never been to before.

"Murphy Darkholm, sir?" Morrison Bagno looked at the young man in front of him. "I don't recall ever meeting you."

A handsome young man like him, if they had met before, he should have left an impression.

"Oh, I briefly worked at the Pest Advisory Board a while ago, and I saw you from a distance a few times. But at that time, I was just a lowly clerk, so you probably wouldn't have noticed me."

When he heard that Murphy had worked at the Ministry before, Morrison's attitude softened considerably. After all, he used to be one of their own, which was much better than dealing with some stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.

"I heard from Umbridge that you have something important that requires my approval? She has come to me several times to plead your case. So, what is it?"

Getting a direct audience with the Minister of Magic was not an easy task, so Murphy had sought out Dolores Umbridge and convinced her with a substantial amount of gold - around six hundred galleons - to introduce him to the Minister.

This opportunity, acquired for six hundred galleons, Murphy would not waste. He immediately brought up a topic that would surely catch Morrison's attention. "In fact, Minister, I have learned that the Ministry is currently facing financial difficulties. Coincidentally, I have recently inherited a substantial sum of money, and considering the support and care that I received from you and various department heads during my brief time at the Ministry, I feel it is my duty to help alleviate some of the pressure on the Ministry's finances."

"Five thousand galleons!" Morrison exclaimed excitedly.

Morrison was thrilled! The recent financial troubles at the Ministry had been giving her a lot of headaches. On one hand, many members of the pure-blood families, along with those associated with them, had been imprisoned in Azkaban, and their support for the Ministry had dwindled year by year. On the other hand, there had been frequent magical disasters in various places over the past two years, causing expenditures to soar.

Currently, the Ministry was even struggling to pay its employees their salaries, with arrears of two to three months.

Considering that the following year was an election year, the pressure was even greater. After all, who would choose a Minister who couldn't even pay salaries?

Now, with these five thousand galleons, it would be enough to quell the brewing complaints in the Ministry.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Darkholm! You are truly a generous gentleman!"

"This is what I should do, Minister," Murphy replied humbly. "In fact, I also plan to provide an annual contribution to the Ministry in the future to support its work. The Ministry of Magic has always quietly contributed to the well-being of all wizards in Britain. Without your diligent work, where would we find happiness and peace in our lives?"

"Wow, this is...," Morrison was deeply moved. How could someone be so understanding and appreciative? Despite all the criticism she had heard, such as accusations of abuse of power and being a Minister who did nothing, here was a man who not only recognized their value but also offered real assistance.

If all the wizards in Britain were as grateful as this gentleman, what couldn't be accomplished?

"You really have a great perspective!" Morrison praised. "Your help to the Ministry, we all appreciate it deeply!"

"It's unnecessary to be so formal; this is just a regular citizen's duty," Murphy replied modestly, appearing to be truly humble, as if he were not bribing but sacrificing himself.

"But, to donate this money, there may be a little trouble."

"How? Is there a problem?" Morrison asked.

Concerning five thousand galleons, concerning long-term donations in the future, and more importantly, concerning her own re-election next year, Morrison had to take this matter seriously.

"As I mentioned earlier, I recently inherited a sum of money. However, not long ago, my maternal great-grandfather, Sir Ancelot, who lived in France, passed away and bequeathed all his property and a mining company to my mother and me."

"It was this money that made me decide to put my long-standing ideas into action and do something for the Ministry."

"However, because my great-grandfather was very distrustful of goblins during his lifetime, most of his property was stored in the form of gold. This has made the inheritance process very complicated. I had to open a separate account and exchange the gold into galleons at a very unfair rate to legally own those assets."

"However, even so, the greedy goblins didn't want to let me have them. Not long ago, they sent a notice and unilaterally froze my account, claiming that they would not provide any services to me until I could prove the source of my funds."

"In fact, they accused me of stealing from their vaults or receiving money from Muggles! Bogrod wants to swallow my money!"

"What? This...," Morrison looked at Murphy in astonishment, evaluating the truth of his words.

"Minister Morrison, I humbly request your assistance. If you can help me retrieve my assets, I am willing to provide an additional ten thousand galleons as a token of my gratitude to you personally."

"This... isn't it a bit much?"

Ten thousand galleons weren't particularly a lot, but they weren't insignificant either. It was enough to make Morrison happy.

"It's just a small token of gratitude to a friend. Surely, if you help me, I can't just leave you empty-handed, can I? Isn't there a saying that a friend in need is a friend indeed?"

Murphy was firm in his words and appeared to be genuinely grateful. It was as if he were not bribing but martyring himself.

"But if it's too difficult, I don't want to trouble you. In that case, I might have to move to France and leave the donations to the French Ministry..."

What? Giving money to the French? No way!

"No, how could I let a gentleman like you wander in a foreign land? Don't worry, I will issue a Ministerial decree to Gringotts to help you clarify the issue of the source of your funds. Within two days, you will definitely get your property back!"

To hell with Gringotts! Morrison wouldn't help those greedy goblins. They would freeze Murphy's gold vault, and all the gold coins would end up in their own pockets, leaving not a single knut for the Ministry.

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!" Murphy said, taking out a small bag from his pocket and handing it to Morrison. "Just a small gift as a token of my gratitude. I hope you accept it."

When Murphy left the office, Morrison opened the untraceable bag and took a look. It contained a thousand galleons!

Morrison couldn't help but have a better opinion of Murphy.

"Murphy Darkholm is truly a kind gentleman!"

...

With the Minister on board, Murphy visited several other Ministry officials in the following two days, mostly resident judges at the Wizengamot, those who could influence judgments.

After going around, Murphy finally found Scorpius's office director, Sklinje.

"Director Sklinje, I want to report Lucius Malfoy."

The old lion frowned and looked serious. "Murphy? What are you reporting?"

"I want to report that Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater! He is currently involved in the revival of Voldemort!"