Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 57 He Gives Too Much
"last step?"

Penello asked William suspiciously.

In her opinion, this pot of potion is very close to perfection - as long as they are distributed as perfume in beautiful small glass bottles and put on the market, it will not take long to get back a lot of Galleons.

Those witches must be going crazy.

More importantly, compared to the output of other potion masters in one crucible each time, this cooking method directly increased the output by several times.

That means lower time cost.

"Yeah, we're going to dilute it."

William took out a dozen test tubes, filled them with the potion solution and sealed them.He handed half of the test tubes to Penello, "You can keep a little collection, and you will find that the effect of this perfume is very significant."

He put the lid on the stirring kettle.

"What about the others?"

Penello took out a test tube and carefully looked at the beautiful pink liquid inside.

"They work so well, we can't charge too much for them, and most witches won't be able to afford them. For the rest, I'll find house elves to add to the cosmetics.

You know, the ones that normal people use.

rather than selling them directly. "

William has already thought very carefully.

After a potion master like Snape saw the finished product, as long as he was willing to spend some time and energy, it would not be difficult to reverse William's formula.

But if they are mixed in a small amount in the cosmetics commonly used by ordinary people, and some synthetic fragrances are added, they are sold as a beauty potion.

For Merlin's kilt's sake!
Snape could have deduced it if he did.

Then William ate the pot!

——Furthermore, diluting this potion and adding it to daily chemical products will not only help William reduce costs, expand scale, increase product lines, and quickly seize the wizard market.

Even when his output reaches a certain level and the opportunity is ripe, he can also reversely export commodities to the market of ordinary people.

For existing brands in the market, whether it is Coco Chanel, Lancome, or L'Oreal, after the launch of William's products, it will undoubtedly cause a dimensionality reduction blow.

No matter it is artificial essence or naturally purified nourishing ingredients, it will never be a worthy opponent in the face of the fragrance of the enchantment that directly reflects the smell of the things people love the most.

"Trust me, it's going to be transformative."

William said confidently.

"what"

Penello responded with a long yawn.

When they cleaned up the mess and came out of the Room of Requirement, the sky was already pale.

William saw Hogwarts at four o'clock in the morning.

Fortunately, except for a class on the protection of magical creatures taught by Professor Kettleburn in the afternoon, William has no time left today-he can spend it squandering to make up for sleep until he wakes up naturally.

William and Penello strode in the empty passage, only the sound of footsteps and the slight panting of each other could be heard.

"Thank you," he said suddenly.

Penello was a little dazed at first, but soon showed a nice smile, "You're welcome."She seemed to want to say something, but turned her head to look at William's profile, and shook her head again.

They soon reached the top of Ravenclaw Tower.

Griphook turned away without saying a word.

"It's kind of weird today, isn't it? We're supposed to answer its questions before we can go into the common room."

Penello looked back and forth between William and Griphook, trying to find some reason why it behaved so abnormally.

"Good night, Penello."

William talked about him left and right.

"Good morning, William."

Penello smiled and waved to him, and her figure quickly disappeared at the corner of the passageway in the girls' dormitory.

William also returned to the dormitory.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to take off his robe, so he threw his whole body on the bed - Gable, who was sleeping on the pillow, muttered to make room for him.

"Hogsmeade still needs to open an experience store. Maybe you can rent out the Screaming Shack. Let the house elves run it and contact Scott. I don't know if there is any suitable OEM in England. Cosmetics factory, buy it if it doesn’t work.”

William fell asleep.

He seemed to be dreaming that he was in a darkness without light, and William couldn't confirm whether he hadn't opened his eyes or whether it was just so dark here.

But William didn't have the slightest urge to struggle.

Because he could feel that his whole body was soaked in a warm and viscous liquid, his whole body was warm and extremely safe.

In the pure darkness, the concept of time seems to have completely lost its meaning.

It seems like a long time.

It seemed like just a moment.

"what!"

William woke up suddenly.

"how come."

Sitting up straight on the bed, William felt a deep doubt - since he came to this world, he hasn't had any dreams for a long time, let alone such a clear memory and such a real feeling!
"Is this a precognitive dream? Or some kind of warning? Or some strange omen?"

William wanted to think of some occult meanings to explain this strange dream, but this was really not his field of expertise.

The sound of "wiping" the bed curtains suddenly sounded.

William realized that it was his reaction when he woke up from the dream that woke Jimmy up too much.

"What's wrong?"

Sleepy-eyed Jimmy's head with messy hair was exposed, "That's it." He retracted his head as he said, as if checking his watch, "07:30."

"It's nothing, I had a dream, you can continue to sleep."

William watched Jimmy pull the bed curtains "wiping", and the rhythmic snoring sounded again almost in a second, but he didn't feel sleepy at all—all the exhaustion accumulated last night seemed to be being wiped out. This strange dream was swept away.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

William thought.

At the same time, in London, hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts Castle, an architect named Martin Anderson may be facing the most important choice in his life.

He was sure that his house was haunted.

What's worse, he, a very devout believer, is actually seriously considering making a deal with this ghost.

Because he gave too much!

"For God's sake."

He made a sign of the cross on his chest.

Mr. Anderson was still deeply impressed by what happened yesterday morning. After sending his wife out to work as usual, he took the newspaper and walked home when he suddenly found an extra piece of parchment on the table.

This is not right at all!
Mr. Anderson swears by it.

A few seconds ago, this piece of paper was definitely not here!
Nervous, he immediately went to check the windows and doors of the house in detail, but found no trace of someone sneaking in, "This can't be haunted, we can't afford to pay for exorcism, it's not decent, and people will laugh at you ’, he muttered, sitting back at the table and picking up the paper.

That is a letter.

"Dear Mr. Anderson,
I have learned about your work experience and intend to hire you as the chief consultant of our project.If you are willing to accept this job, you will need to live in our designated city, and you must strictly abide by the confidentiality regulations, and you cannot disclose the job content to any third party.

In the course of your work, you will be exposed to many unimaginable concepts, or asked about ideas that may seem absurd, but I hope you can understand the necessity and importance of them.If you intend to quit this job halfway, we will recover the deposit and travel expenses provided to you. "

The purpose of the sender is straightforward.

"Absurd, how could there be such a job!
This is not a job, it is clearly a prison! "

Mr. Anderson got angry to a certain point, but suddenly became a little funny-for God's sake, how could anyone in his senses think that he would be willing to accept such a dishonorable job, or invite him through such a tricky way? !
He wanted to tear the letter into pieces, but picked it up by mistake, and looked at the next line.

"Your salary will be."

Mr. Anderson rubbed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

He rubbed his eyes again.

He looked back at the letter.

"Your pay will be... one, two, three, four, five"

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