Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"Besides, after dilution, the drug is also very effective and can also delay aging and increase energy."

“But the price is less than one percent of what it used to be.”

"Why not?"

Snape fell silent upon hearing this.

Because he felt that what Blake said made sense.

He personally endured the life-extending potion.

Naturally, I know that if I really want to sell it without dilution, the price of one bottle must be at least 1000 gold galleons to avoid losing money.

But how many people can easily afford 1000 gold galleons to buy a potion?

But...if diluted.

Although the effect will be greatly reduced, 1.9, the efficacy is actually very good.

And the price will become very affordable.

Thus……

Those who need this potion can afford it.

The potion shop can also make money...

It benefits everyone!

"How much do you plan to price per bottle after dilution?" asked Snape.

Blake held up three fingers. "Three gold galleons a bottle, no bargaining!"

“This is the only price that’s right. It’s neither cheap nor too expensive.”

Snape's face was twitching...

He was still conservative.

According to his original idea, the price of the original longevity potion would be very high at around 1000 gold galleons.

But Blake...

A potion worth 1000 gold galleons is diluted into 3 bottles and sold at galleons per bottle.

It's like selling a potion worth 1000 gold galleons for 3000...

Black... so damn black!

"Blake, you are such a profiteer!"

"Swindler?" Blake jumped up. "You sell a bottle of ecstasy potion for 20 gold galleons! I sell a bottle of life-extending potion for 3 galleons. Am I a scammer?"

Snape was speechless when he heard this.

Damn, I feel so bad. It's obvious that this guy is a profiteer.

But how do you compare them?

Does it make me seem even more heartless than him?

ps: Sorry, the update is late again...

Chapter 297: Blake: I woke up and found myself rich? Where did the diamond treasure chest come from?

"Then there is only one question left."

Snape looked at the formula Black had given him.

"That's whether your diluent is effective."

Blake smiled and said, "Not only is my diluent harmless to this potion, it also has a beneficial effect."

"In fact, if you want to dilute a bottle of life-extending potion, you don't need any diluent at all. You can just add water."

"And the effect is pretty good, but..."

Blake patted his chest and said, "I am a very conscientious person."

"So, we won't do anything like adding water."

"Using a little diluent will have a slight enhancement effect, which is better than adding water directly."

Snape felt so disgusted when he heard this.

After reading the so-called formula of the diluent, he quickly understood the principle.

The so-called diluent is nothing more than adding a little bit of cheap medicine powder to water...

This diluent doesn't even require boiling water when it is made...

Calling this a potion recipe is an insult to the word potion!

"That's it? Conscience?" Snape threw the thinner formula back sarcastically.

Blake caught it casually, "So do you think this will work?"

"Have……"

"So, do you think this is better than just adding water?"

"Yes..." Snape replied through gritted teeth.

"Isn't that enough?" Blake clapped his hands.

The unscrupulous businessman's true face is clearly visible.

Although what Blake said was actually not wrong.

But when Snape saw the recipe for the thinner.

I still feel the little bit of conscience I have left is aching...

"Okay, can you please not have that expression?"

"I earn a lot, so won't your dividend be a lot too?"

"Aren't you saving money for milk powder now?"

Blake's words were like the whispers of a demon.

Snape's body stiffened when he heard this.

Then the constipated expression on his face suddenly disappeared, returning to his original coffin face.

At this moment, the little bit of conscience he had left was destroyed by Blake.

"I'm not short of money, Blake, I just want the best for that child! Even though she may not be born yet..."

"Do you have so much confidence in me? What if the experiment fails?"

"You won't fail." Snape said, standing up and opening the office door.

The meaning is obvious.

That is, the job is done and you, Blake, should get out.

Blake didn't want to stay here any longer. "Get more of that thinner. And then send it directly to the store."

"You are a partner after all. You can't just do nothing."

Snape said impatiently: "I know, get out of here..."

……

Grindelwald's Daily Prophet is pretty awesome.

But what is even more powerful is the woman named Rita Skeeta.

Early the next morning.

When Blake was full of fluffy eyes and holding Sniff, he was ready to go for breakfast.

Before he even entered the auditorium, he was surrounded by his classmates.

"Black! You have become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history!"

"Oh my God! Is this true?"

"They don't have the same name, right?"

"You idiot, this photo has been published!"

"Wow! Blake, you're awesome!"

"Blake, is your life-extending potion... for sale? Is it very expensive?"

"Yes, my grandma is old and hasn't been in good health lately. I want to buy her one...but if it's too expensive..."

When Blake heard the words of praise, he just smiled shyly and responded in a low voice.

And when he heard that someone wanted to buy the potion but was worried that the price was too expensive.

Blake was no longer sleepy! He turned into a salesman and started to shout.

"Hey! Classmate! You are really filial! You are really a role model for my generation!"

"Besides, you are truly blessed!"

"I opened a life extension potion shop in Diagon Alley!"

"Specially sell this kind of potion!"

“It will officially open the day after tomorrow!”

"Please note that a bottle of life-extending potion is only 3 gold galleons!"

"The first 100 customers on the opening day will enjoy a 50% discount!"

"Of course! The quantity is limited, and each person is limited to three bottles per day! First come, first served!"

As soon as Blake finished speaking, the students dispersed immediately.

Of course, it’s not that they didn’t believe Blake’s words, but they all ran back to write letters home!

No one doubted the authenticity of this potion.

The Order of Merlin, Second Class is not easy to obtain.

If Black's potion was fake, there was no way that Sir Merlin would award him the medal.

Of course, news that can be published in the Daily Prophet.

No one would doubt that Blake's Order of Merlin was a fake.

And, according to Rita's article.

The old stubborn people of Sir Merlin were originally dissatisfied with Blake's age.

Just think of giving him a third-class Order of Merlin.

Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's insistence, he was reluctantly given a level two.

It can be said that Rita Skeeta's writing style is very sophisticated.

It easily stirs the readers' emotions.

"He should have been the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, ever!"

The regret contained in this sentence...

Many people are angry about the unfair treatment Blake has received.

I also feel sorry for not being able to witness a miracle with my own eyes.

Of course, Rita's article also made them overlook one point.

That is, even if Blake only received a third-class Order of Merlin...

They also witnessed a miracle.

……

Grindelwald is still self-aware. His reputation is actually not very good.

Therefore, he specifically asked Rita to do this when writing the article.