The Trinity of Harry Potter

Kano finally controlled his random thoughts and placed the still delicate blue-purple iris in the package in the vase.

As for the bottle of wine, wait until Fleur comes and drink it together. I won't be easily teased by her.

At this time, a remote corner of Diagon Alley.

A shop that had been idle for a long time was suddenly renovated, and a new sign was hung on the door: "Dream Potion Store".

This store is not open to the public and only accepts VIP card holders. Insert the VIP card into the identification slot of the door to activate the magic to open the heavy door.

Entering the door, there are no shelves, only a set of luxurious tables and chairs.

A few days ago, Arthur had a frank conversation with the wizards who surrounded him.

"This time the potion master doesn't want money anymore." Arthur sighed, "After all, last time he entrusted me with selling potions because he was short of some experimental funds. Now the money you gave him is enough for him to spend until he dies."

"What should we do?" The clan leaders who failed to grab the heir potion last time suddenly panicked. Is God going to let them have an heir?

"I persuaded him for a long time, and finally he said, if you are willing, this time you can exchange some secret magical knowledge."

"But he doesn't open a charity. The magic knowledge he brought needs to be reviewed. If you don't think you can use it yourself, then don't waste everyone's time."

Wizards who are eager to have a son look at me and I look at you, and they all nodded.

"Wait a minute, what about other things? I have some secrets about the magic world." A young old man said. His family seems to have been focusing on business and does not have much reserves of unique magic knowledge.

"Secret story? You want to exchange other people's affairs for potions?" Mr. Weasley looked at him strangely.

"of course not!"

Seeing other wizards staring at him with unkind expressions, the little old man panicked.

"I have accumulated a lot of inside information about dark creatures abroad. I think I can use them in exchange."

Everyone cursed in their hearts. This little old man was a human trafficker. His ancestors transported black slaves to Romania and sold them to vampires for food.

His generation has no intention of restraining himself. Not long ago, he even reached out to Eastern Europe and was almost chopped into pieces by the Soviet Ministry of Magic.

I don’t know if this business is too detrimental to one’s morality. The couple has been childless for so many years and is about to die, so they desperately seek medicine.

"Then you have to swear by magic that your information is accurate. If the Potions Master is not interested, there is nothing I can do." Mr. Weasley said while holding back his nausea.

"I have information about the Dark Lord, okay?" a hooded wizard said in a muffled voice.

"The Dark Lord? He has been out of control for a long time." Mr. Weasley showed a troubled expression, "I'm afraid this must not only be accurate, but also exclusive."

"Let's see, the Dark Lord's information is of little value, so everyone will use his affairs as small change."

"If the magic knowledge or information brought at once is not valuable enough, just ask for two more Dark Lords to make up the number."

The wizards all said that this was possible. The Dark Lord was not that far back, and pure-blood families had basically done some research on him, and some of them had worked under him.

Anyway, now that the Dark Lord is dead, what's wrong with selling some information to change the medicine and keeping it for his own family?

Mr. Weasley tried hard not to laugh out loud. As a supporter of Dumbledore, he had long known that Voldemort was likely to return.

But Voldemort's true loyalists were either executed back then or are still squatting in Azkaban.

Who among those who are still living comfortably in the wizarding world still believes that Voldemort will come back? These people will not be lenient at all in selling Voldemort.

When Voldemort returns, Kano will be able to establish an intelligence advantage over him that is difficult to ignore.

If you study him thoroughly, his behavior will become regular.

Now, the newly renovated and open Dream Potion Store still smells like a smell, but the first customer came to the door soon.

The visitor wore a thick black hood and sneakily swiped the card to enter. After sitting on the chair, he took out a notebook containing the knowledge of magic spells from his arms and placed it on the table.

In a flash of silver light, the notebook disappeared.

About half an hour later, a round sign appeared on the table, and the visitor dropped a drop of blood on the sign.

The brand also disappeared in the silver light, and a small bottle of Si potion appeared on the table.

The wizard took the potion and hurriedly left through the back door.

"Did you get it?" asked a somewhat bloated man in black robes.

"I got it. This time it is still bound by blood. It will only be effective if someone in our family drinks it." The hooded wizard spoke, and it turned out to be Malfoy.

He bought a bottle at a high price last time at the auction and drank it. Soon, Narcissa became pregnant.

But a new problem immediately emerged. The Malfoy family did not start from his generation. What should Draco's generation do?

The last bottle of Heir Potion almost interrupted the Malfoy family's cash flow, and it will not recover for several years. If it happens again, the scale of his family's industry will shrink.

Fortunately, they heard that magical knowledge and information could be exchanged for potions this time, so the Malfoys came without hesitation.

"Should we change some later?" Lucius helped Narcissa, who had difficulty moving, walk slowly.

"Anyway, the news about the Dark Lord is of no use. It's better to buy two more bottles and save them." Narcissa touched her belly, "At least one bottle should be passed down from family to family for the two children."

Lucius nodded, and the two left Diagon Alley.

By this time, the second customer had already entered the potion shop.

Soon, a long queue formed in front of the remote potion shop. Everyone was wearing a hood and did not speak to each other. But the eyes under the hood were all glowing green.

In just one afternoon, more than ten people entered the pharmacy. However, not everyone got the magic potion. A few who wanted to fish in troubled waters were thrown out the door.

The method is very simple, that chair is also a door key.

Everyone at the door was delighted to hear this. By six o'clock in the evening, all ten bottles of potions had been exchanged, and the Dream Potion Store was closed.

Finally, a sign appeared at the door: Open in the middle of every month, medicines are limited, first come first served, no waiting after the expiration date.

The wizards waiting at the door made disappointed sounds and dispersed. Mr. Weasley, who was observing secretly, couldn't help but sigh.

If pure-blood families are all cunning poisonous snakes, Kano's descendant potion has pinched the seven inches of these poisonous snakes.

In this seller's market plus hunger marketing routine, even if Kano wants to skin them, they will cooperate.

As for the 1,000 Galleons that Mr. Weasley charges for each VIP card, this is just small money.