Chapter 9: 9. profit
"Yuga Dileviosa"
As Eli gently raised his wand, the textbooks on the table slowly floated up, as if they were picked up by an invisible hand.
He waved his wand and pointed it at the door, and the book immediately floated over, waved it again, and floated back again.
The wand fell, and the textbook stopped firmly on the table.
"Hello, guest in room 12, your breakfast."
There was a knock at the door.
"Open the Alaho hole!"
Eli sat at the table, tapped the wand, and the door opened automatically.
The waiter was standing at the door holding a dinner plate. When Eli saw it was him, he immediately pursed his lips calmly.
This guy always asks for tips every time he delivers food, and I don't know how much money he has cheated.
Eli still didn't move, he clicked the wand again, and the food on the plate floated in.
The waiter had a flattering look on his face and said, "Oh, it's really a wonderful spell. Look..."
Bang!
Before the guy could say the word tip, Eli waved his wand and the door closed.
The waiter outside was almost touched on the nose and deflated, and his beard was curled up with anger.
He walked away angrily carrying the plate.
Eli had no intention of paying attention to the waiter's mental state.
Now that his funds are very tight, where can he still have money to tip?
Aristocratic style? sorry, we do not have that!
I want to ask where the money went.
Eli glanced at the potion waste piled in the corner and a damaged cauldron, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Recently, in addition to working hard to practice magic, he is also studying the knowledge of potions.
This was the key to his future fortune, so he couldn't help but not take it seriously.
Learning potions requires mixing and experimenting by hand, and there will always be losses.
It was even more serious at the beginning, with a series of mistakes and even a frying pan.
But after so many days of experiments, Eli also gained something.
Most potions are actually like doing chemistry experiments.
As long as you pay attention to the dosage of the medicine and the degree of heating, even a Muggle can make it.
Only a few potions require the help of magic.
However, there are potion masters in the wizarding world, but there has never been a potion master in the human world.
This is entirely because the most essential difference between magic medicine and ordinary medicine is that magic medicine has magical power.
The existing magic potion formula is the safest and most secure preparation method that wizards have summarized over thousands of years.
If you just memorize the formula, you can only be an ordinary potion master.
Only those who have a profound grasp of every potion principle and the magical properties of each herb can be called a potion master.
An excellent potion master can be keenly aware of the magic power fluctuations of the potion when preparing the potion, and can master this fluctuation through refining techniques.
Every potion master has his or her own opinion on potions.
Of course, this is a step too far. Just like the most common polyjuice potion, it does not require too complicated methods.
No magic power is needed either.
The main thing that affects the effectiveness of ordinary potions is the proportion of the drugs.
The wizarding world's potion textbooks have been criticized by Eli more than once.
Something a little, a lot, a few drops.
This is extremely inaccurate, okay?
As a time traveler who received a complete high school chemistry education in his previous life, Eli said it must be precise!
To this end, he even made a request for a set of chemical equipment in a letter to his family.
Although the Halls were confused about the relationship between magic and chemistry, in order to support Eli's studies, they sent over a set of high-end chemical equipment without saying a word.
So, in a wizard bar, a young wizard is using scientific measuring cups, beakers, and glass rods to refine potions.
It was simply against his mother to open the door for Bihe - Bihe was home!
However, this method is very effective.
By repeatedly testing the optimal drug ratio, Eli explored the precise formulas of many potions.
This is a unique secret recipe.
The potion refined with precise methods is indeed more effective than what is described in the book.
This shows that Eli's idea is completely correct.
Now, the potion Eli is refining is called the Necromantic Potion.
Does the name sound like poison?
Yes, this is poison, and it's a very poisonous and weird kind of poison.
Why is Eli refining poison?
Poisoning Tom to inherit the bar and then absconding with the money...
Of course not! He refined this poison in order to sell it.
Recent potion experiments have begun to stretch his funds.
There is a limit to the amount of money that wizards from the Muggle world can redeem each year.
The Halls had given him all the money they could exchange for this year.
But it has bottomed out in less than a month. I have to say that scientific research is really a money-burning project.
If Eli no longer has any income, he will live on the streets before school starts.
Then he went home in despair and was beaten up by Fatty.
As a last resort, Eli decided to make magic potion to make money.
But why choose poison?
Because he was going to sell in Knockturn Alley, a place where dark wizards haunt.
It wasn't that he had to go to that ghost place for excitement, but because the potion shop in Diagon Alley simply wouldn't accept his potions.
Even though he was getting a high-quality potion that was precisely refined, the other party only responded coldly, "We have our own potion master."
Eli angrily swore that when I build a potion factory, I must let my friends and businessmen know about it. What is cruelty!
He found the undead potion in Voldemort's memory.
Specifically for the soul.
The medicine is powerful, and the formula is not widely known. Currently, few people know the formula.
More importantly, this kind of poison is relatively easy to refine and the cost is not high, but the material is very unpopular.
Not only Voldemort knows the formula, but there is no need to worry about being discovered.
Just perfect.
However, in pursuit of quality, Eli spent a lot of time figuring out whether the dosage of Pochi grass juice was 0.2 ml or 0.25 ml.
But it was all worth it, because he had now successfully refined a pot of high-quality undead potion.
The mist continued to evaporate, and Eli felt a little confused when he smelled it.
"Good stuff!"
You know, Eli's soul is still powerful. If it were any other little wizard, he would die if he smelled it.
Packed in bottles, 20 vials in total.
Tucked away in a non-marking stretch bag.
Night came quickly, and no one noticed that there was a little faceless man in a black cloak on the street.
Everyone in the bar was drinking and no one paid attention to him.
And in Knockturn Alley, there are people hiding their heads and tails everywhere.
He walked into the largest store, the signboard said - Borkin Burke Magic Store.
This is a shop that specializes in selling all kinds of weird and even evil magic props.
This store and its owner are both extremely extraordinary.
Even Voldemort came here as a shop assistant when he was young.
Although it is too mysterious, it should have the credibility as a time-honored brand.
Eli walked into the store.
The room was very dark and smelled of decay everywhere.
There are many scary-looking products on the shelves on both sides.
A cursed opal necklace, a blood-stained playing card, and a glass eye that keeps staring at people.
There is also a withered human hand placed on the mat.
"The hand of glory is installed in a glass cover. If you light a candle on the hand, it will only illuminate the person holding it. A good helper for the thief! Masked dwarf." A bent
man appeared in At the counter, he kept combing the greasy hair hanging down on his face with his hands.
His voice was as greasy as his hair.
"It's a good thing, but I might not be able to use it."
Eli replied pretending to be calm. The strange environment here made Eli very uncomfortable when he came here for the first time.
The man turned around, "Oh, it seems he's not a thief, he's a customer."
Eli walked to the counter, stretched out his hand and placed a bottle of undead potion on the counter.
"How do you collect this thing?"
His voice was a little hoarse. This was because he drank a specific potion to prevent his identity from being revealed.
The man's face suddenly fell. "It turns out he's not a customer, he's a robber."
He took out a strange wand and tested the bottle on the table before picking it up and checking it.
After opening the cork and taking a gentle sniff, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, which was quickly concealed.
But Eli noticed it anyway.
He replaced the cork immediately, but kept the bottle in his hand.
"100 gold galleons"
Eli frowned, this damn profiteer, he learned the price from Voldemort's memory.
Eli deliberately sneered, "Sir, I'm just joking. If you really can't afford enough gold Galleons, why not buy Polyjuice Potion!"
The man's face suddenly became ugly.
"150 gold galleons!"
Eli chuckled.
The man's face became even more disgusting, but he couldn't do anything to this damn robber, just because he could take out the undead potion!
"Then how much do you want?"
Eli said calmly, "500."
The corners of the man's mouth twitched violently. This guy was even darker than him!
"200!"
"400, I don't have a few bottles left."
The man gritted his teeth. He wanted to cast a few curses on this damn dwarf!
"300! I'll take whatever you have left!"
Eli couldn't help but curl up his lips, "Deal!"
Then he took out bottles one by one from his pocket.
Every time he took out a handful, the man's face darkened.
"There are 20 bottles in total. Count them."
The man looked at Eli fiercely, then turned around and took out a bag.
Reluctantly placed on the counter.
"Sir, what a good trick!"
Eli smiled faintly, taking it all as a compliment.
He also took out his wand, checked the bag, and after finding nothing wrong, he opened the bag and took inventory.
The man finally went crazy, "No need to count! 6,000 galleons is a lot of money! I still have the credibility of Bo Jinbok!"
Eli smiled softly, and it turned out to be a lot of money, "Then then Thank you, Mr. Bojin, and we will cooperate with you next time!"
Then he turned around and left.
When Eli left, he quickly calmed down the expression on his face and revealed a sneer.
"Whose little wizard is selling the undead potion? Hahaha..."
The laughter seemed a bit scary in the dim environment.
He turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
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