The Trinity of Harry Potter

Kano stayed in the village for a day and finished discussing the matter of the heir potion.

Kano was responsible for making the potion, and the first batch of 20 bottles was made for sale. Mr. Weasley, as the live advertisement and distributor of the potion, was responsible for sales. Kreacher was responsible for checking the accounts.

"When I say four-six, it means four-six!"

"I don't agree, it must be a fixed reward!"

Don't get me wrong, the one who said he got a 46% profit was Carnot, and the one who insisted on getting a fixed reward was Mr. Weasley.

Kano thought that he was not short of money, so it would be a good idea to let the Weasley family get more money to improve their lives. However, Mr. Weasley thought that this was taking advantage of Kano, and he was determined not to agree, so he decided for himself

The salary is equivalent to one year of working at my job.

In the end, Mrs. Weasley made the final decision and stood by her husband.

"Kano, I know you are doing it for our own good. But our life is not that poor. Are you looking down on us?"

As soon as Mrs. Weasley said this, Kano could only raise his hands in surrender, saying that he had no such intention.

"Don't worry, Kano. I will divide these 20 bottles into two batches and sell them in two batches. I will retail five bottles first. After the effects show, I will hold an auction and I will never let you suffer a loss."

Mr. Weasley bit his quill and smiled as he listed a long list of names, all of which were from magical families with difficult heirs.

Cano took a quick look and found that except for the Weasley family, basically all the famous families in the wizarding world were on it.

"Don't raise the price too much, otherwise I'm afraid uncle you will be beaten up one day." Kano warned.

"This is not my decision, Kano. I can't even imagine how popular such an important potion will be."

Kano laughed dryly. Based on how much the pure-blood family valued their heirs, even if the potion had to be exchanged for their flesh, they still had to hum and say thank you while taking the knife.

"thank you!"

When old Parkinson got the first bottle of Heir Potion, he burst into tears. He clutched the potion tightly and had to drag Mr. Weasley to his house for a drink.

The Parkinson's generation only gave birth to a girl, Pansy Parkinson, who was in the same class as Kano. But she and Draco were childhood sweethearts, and everyone thought that they were likely to get married in the future.

Of course Lucius would not object, but old Parkinson felt miserable. After he died, he was afraid that he would have to adopt a child from a side line to inherit the Parkinson family business. How could the old man be willing to do so?

It took a lot of effort for Mr. Weasley to break free from Parkinson's iron grip. He wiped the sweat from his bald head, returned home and waited quietly.

Soon, the Parkinson family held a celebration banquet and invited many pure-blood families to participate. At the banquet, men gathered around old Parkinson and ladies gathered around Mrs. Parkinson, asking for the secret recipe for pregnancy.

"The Weasley family sold it to me. It's really useful!"

As soon as Mrs. Parkinson said this, everyone immediately made a sound of realization. After all, the Weasley family has always had many children, and they were given various sour nicknames.

For example, pure-blood goblins and pure-blood beggars are mocking them for having more children and earning less. But to be honest, if it is not possible to give birth, who would want to play with the heartbeat of a single generation?

A storm quietly broke out in the pure-blood wizard family.

The topics of greeting among the wizards changed from galleons, manors, and dragons to "Did you buy it?", "Did you drink it?", "Have you got it?"

After Mr. Weasley was blocked by a group of pure-blood wizards at his door, he finally "helplessly" announced that the auction would be held the day after tomorrow.

Auction day, Diagon Alley.

Old Parkinson stood at the door with a happy face. This was an idle property of his family. When he heard that Mr. Weasley was going to hold an auction, he immediately borrowed it and decorated it as a venue.

One after another, luxurious carriages pulled by rune horses or Yeqi stopped at the door, and pairs of brightly dressed pure-blood wizards got off the carriages and walked into the venue.

Mr. Weasley looked at the people coming in from behind the curtain, and basically included all the people on his list.

House elves shuttled among the crowd, serving drinks to the distinguished guests, and the fairies performed a beautiful dance as an opening, but no one had the intention to taste and appreciate it.

Finally, the fat Mrs. Weasley appeared on the stage carrying a tray, with fifteen bottles of heirloom emitting a soft white light under the lights.

Mrs. Weasley put down the tray on the small square table as she usually put down a pot of stew in the kitchen.

There was a sound of inhaling from below, and someone almost couldn't hold it back and wanted to remind her to move more gently.

"I don't know how to do this job. I don't know how Arthur asked me to come up and sell this thing."

Mrs. Weasley said this, and many people below felt sour.

Because madam, you can give birth!

"Okay, I'll tell you a price. The starting price is 5,000 Galleons."

This price is definitely not low, almost equivalent to five years' salary of a middle-level manager at the Ministry of Magic.

But the wizards below were not surprised at all, but silently began to raise their bids.

"Crabbe, 5600, um. Prewett, 7000, um." Mrs. Weasley said lazily on the stage.

The wizards secretly cursed, "Who doesn't know that your natal family is Prewett? If you think we are slow in bidding, you don't need to remind us like this."

The bidding immediately entered a fierce stage, and high bids were shouted out one after another. Everyone increased the bid by 100 per bid, gradually turned into adding 500 per bid, and finally...

"150,000 Galleons!" Borgin, who was leaning forward and with shiny hair, threw away the bid card, jumped on the chair, and howled while holding up his wand.

"120,000!" Lucius gritted his teeth and stood up, holding two land deeds in his other hand, "plus two more Diagon Alley shops!"

"Sorry, this round of auction only accepts galleons." Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "150,000, is there a higher bid?"

Borkin is the owner of the black magic supplies store Borkin. Bork, and his liquidity is one of the best in the market.

"The third time, there is no bid? Then this bottle of heirloom potion will be obtained by Mr. Bojin."

Bo Jin immediately jumped on the stage, handed over the money with one hand and received the goods with the other. He drank half the bottle on the spot and fed the remaining half to his wife.

For a moment, everyone in the audience gritted their teeth secretly thinking about the guy who would kill people and swindle goods later. Everyone had already drank to their stomachs, what else could they do?

Four more bottles of potions were sold at high prices, all of which were acquired by the wizard family, which had a large amount of liquidity.

"Considering that everyone really does not have cash in hand, the maker of the Scion Potion has temporarily decided that from the next bottle onwards, the property title deed can be used as collateral." Mrs. Weasley took the note handed from behind and read it slowly.

A goblin in a suit and leather shoes walked out from behind the scenes. At first glance, he knew he was a professional vampire from Gringotts.

The auction was paused for half an hour, and the goblin sat in the audience, constantly appraising the property titles handed over by the wizards.

Kano hid in the shadows, looking at the old wizards with red eyes with satisfaction.