Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

It is also because he has a likable personality and is good at speaking.

Black would send him to discuss cooperation with Mr. Delacour.

Mr Delacour also speaks some English.

So, when I heard that this man was working for the boy named Blake.

I suddenly understood what was going on.

Grindelwald had the Daily Prophet publicize Black's deeds.

Of course, it won’t be promoted only in the UK.

Basically, he promoted everything the Daily Prophet covered.

So, Mr. Delacour had naturally read this surprising news in the newspaper a long time ago.

The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

Life-extending potion...

For such a young man who thinks he is extremely talented.

Mr. Delacour was still very impressed.

Of course...if he didn't have an inexplicably complicated relationship with his two daughters...

It's perfect...

To be honest, compared to the life-extending potion.

If it weren't for the long journey.

Mr. Delacour even wanted to buy a bottle to try.

After bringing Wright into the living room and sitting him down.

Mr. Delacour said: "You are here to discuss cooperation?"

When Wright heard this, the smile on his face suddenly became more friendly.

This is a great conversation. The other party understands what I mean without me having to say anything.

"Ahaha, since you know why I'm here, you must have some knowledge about the life-extending potion, so... I wonder if you are willing to cooperate with me?"

Seeing that the other party was also a smart person, Wright stopped hiding his secrets.

Let me put it bluntly.

If the other party has no interest in cooperating at all, then you don't even need to submit your plan and can just call it a day.

"After the life-extending potion was released, it has received a lot of positive feedback. To be honest, I can't find any reason to refuse your cooperation." Mr. Delacour said.

"But... this is all hearsay. It would be great if I could... actually see this potion in person."

Wright immediately pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Look, Mr. Delacour, this is a small bottle of fine life-extending potion."

“You can give it a try.”

In Green's Potion Shop, life-extending potions are divided into two types: premium and ordinary.

A normal bottle only costs 3 gold galleons.

The finest ones cost 1500 gold galleons per bottle!

Blake had already confessed this to the public.

No one dared to attack Black about it.

After all, ordinary medicine is also very effective, and it only costs a bargain price of 3 gold galleons.

A bottle of ordinary joy potion costs 20 gold galleons!

This bottle of 3 gold galleons is quite effective. What else do you have to say?

Moreover, this magic potion can delay aging and even increase vitality.

How can the cost be low?

In addition to the expensive potion ingredients, you also have to calculate the chances of failure in brewing the potion!

You know, the more abnormal the potion's efficacy is.

The more complicated the refining process is, the lower the success rate will be.

By this calculation, Blake basically worked for nothing...

Whoever has the nerve to attack Blake on this issue.

Then he himself would be drowned in saliva first.

Mr. Delacour took the potion in surprise.

Not a full bottle though.

But... this is a bottle of potion worth 1,500 gold galleons.

Such a small bottle as a sample is very generous!

I really want the other party to bring a whole bottle as a sample.

Even Mr. Delacour himself couldn't say it.

Wright said: "The life extension potion has been on sale for several days."

“So far, no one has reported any side effects.”

"The feedback we have received so far is all positive for this life-extending potion."

Mr. Delacour looked at the vial in his hand and without hesitation, tried the medicine himself.

We are not stupid.

Especially those wealthy pure-blood families...

I heard that there are only 20 bottles of this fine longevity potion available every day, and they are bought up by the pure-blood families every day.

If there was something wrong with the potion, there was no way that none of them would come out to find fault.

When Mr. Delacour opened the bottle cap, he smelled a strong herbal fragrance.

(In order to ensure that the smell of the longevity potion sold before and after is not inconsistent, Blake now uses a spell to change the smell of each bottle of potion, even the premium ones, into a herbal scent...)

Mr. Delacour saw that Wright was looking at him eagerly.

So he poured the potion directly into his mouth.

"Um……"

In just a moment, Mr. Delacour felt the change.

After a busy day, my slightly tired body now feels refreshed.

Moreover, Mr. Delacour clearly felt that his body had become younger!

This is just the effect of a small bottle...

If it were a complete bottle of fine longevity potion, how exaggerated would the effect be!

When Wright saw Mr. Delacour's comfortable expression.

I knew that this matter was settled.

Sure enough, after Mr. Delacour came back to his senses from the comfortable feeling of being well again.

He said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. The effect of this potion is really good, so..."

"It's okay, Mr. Delacour. It's our honor that our potions are liked by others."

"So... this cooperation..."

"Don't worry, we will start discussing the specific cooperation matters. If it is this kind of potion, our Delacour family is willing to make concessions..."

"That's great!"

"Hey, Blake is indeed a good boy..."

Just when the two were preparing to take out the cooperation plan for detailed discussion.

"Dad, I hear someone here talking about Blake?"

I saw Gabrielle standing at the door holding a big baby, as delicate as a jade sculpture.

Mr. Delacour was softened.

but……

"Are you talking about Blake? Is he here?"

Gabrielle asked, and began to look around the living room.

It seems that Blake will hide behind the pillar to give her a surprise...

Then Mr. Delacour's cheerful mood turned less cheerful.

He suddenly felt that Blake wasn't such a good guy after all!

……

"Five hundred gold galleons in total."

Inside the Boko Bojin store.

Bock was squinting through a pair of gold-rimmed glasses at the pile of things in front of him.

Lucius looked at Bok with gritted teeth.

"Don't look at me like that, Lucius. We are old acquaintances."

"But these things of yours are really not worth that much."

Lucius gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you give me a little more?"

"According to the estimate, it would be at most 400 gold Galleons."

"If it weren't for our friendship, I wouldn't have given you 500 gold galleons."

Bock said as he looked at Lucius with a smile.

The expression of "whether you want to sell it or not" made Lucius hate it so much.

I've been checked too many times by that bastard Arthur.

Anxious to sell the dark magic item in his hand.

As a result, no one knew where that bastard Bock got the news from.

They actually lowered the price of his things, which were worth thousands of gold Galleons, to five hundred gold Galleons!

This is simply too much!

"I'm not selling it!" Lucius packed up the things and prepared to leave.

Bock looked nonchalant and said lightly, "Please help yourself, Lucius..."

"Friendly reminder, there is no other place in the whole of Britain except here that can receive so many...'good things' in one go."

"Of course, you can also take the risk and try other countries."

"But... you have to solve the problem of how to carry so many 'good things' out of the country."

Lucius was so angry that he turned and left.

He would rather throw all these things away than let the bastard in front of him get away with it.

but……

Narcissa suddenly rushed in from outside the shop.

He directly snatched the pile of "good stuff" from Lucius's hand.

Without saying a word, he threw it on Bock's desk.

"One thousand gold galleons, take it, or we'd rather throw these things away."

"Uh..." Bock was frightened by the woman's aura. "One thousand is not enough. I can only give you 700 gold galleons at most..."