Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 383 Standard Potion
When Ollivander left, he kept mumbling, and looked a little nervous.

He has been completely addicted to his own world, as if it is difficult for foreign objects to disturb him.

"It looks like his spying is over." Voldemort smiled at Lucius. "Who is left?"

"Mr. Slughorn, and the patriarch of the Burke family." Lucius replied immediately.

Voldemort said almost without hesitation: "Let Professor Slughorn come in first."

When he said this, a smile appeared on his face.

If old Avery reminded him of old friends, Mr. Slughorn reminded him of his schooldays.

It was a rare good time, it's just gone.

Lucius walked out quickly, and after a while, Slughorn, who was as fat as a giant elephant, walked in.

"Haha, Lord Dark Lord, I should have guessed that you would return earlier."

He laughed and walked towards the desk, gesticulating with his words, "I still remember the question you asked me, my God, you are simply a genius."

Voldemort stood up with a smile, walked around the desk and gave the other a big hug.

"Professor, you can call me Voldemort, and with our relationship, you can."

After the hug, Voldemort put his arms around each other's shoulders, looked into the other's protruding eyes and said with a smile.

"I just think it shows my respect for you more, but if you ask, Voldemort, you are as good as you were then."

He smiled back and patted Voldemort on the back as Voldemort leaned over to ask him to sit down.

This was an intimate gesture that lacked enough respect. Voldemort noticed that when he was doing this gesture, he kept noticing his face out of the corner of the eye.

My own teacher still likes to ponder people's hearts as much as he did back then.

"You don't look old, Professor. I think you should go back to Hogwarts and teach for a few more years. Potions has become the most unpopular subject nowadays, and it is incomparable to what it was back then."

Voldemort showed enough kindness, because this person in front of him was a well-deserved master of Potions.

He has always respected masters with real abilities.

"Haha, no, Voldemort, I'm too old to stand the noise of my students."

Slughorn stroked his thick silver beard, and waved to Lucius who had just been sitting in the dark.

"Bring me a cup of bitter coffee, God forbid, staying up all night will make my hair less."

Lucius stood up, grinning, and made Slughorn a cup of coffee.

The atmosphere in the study room became more comfortable unconsciously.

"Voldemort, you know, I must refuse you."

After taking a sip of coffee, Slughorn put away his smile and put on a sincere expression, "My family has never been involved in these things, and staying away from politics is our ancestral motto."

Voldemort smiled and nodded, not showing any sign of anger.

He had determined early on that it didn't surprise him that Slughorn would not choose to join the Death Eaters.

"I know, Professor, but I have a business here that I would like to discuss with you."

As Voldemort said, he took out from his pocket a set of standard potion production plans drafted by Lucius and assisted by Pokiss.

Slughorn took the document suspiciously, and glanced at the contents of the first few pages hastily.

"This... To be honest, Voldemort, I don't understand it."

Slughorn pointed to a piece of text on it, where it said "machined production and processing". "It's a Muggle thing, isn't it?"

"Yes, professor, this is the production method of Muggles, such as slicing and crushing herbs, which are cumbersome and complicated, but wizards are not necessary..."

"Do not."

Slughorn interrupted Voldemort, shaking his head, and said, "If the wizard is not looking at the cauldron tongs, it is difficult to determine the heat and timing. I think you know that."

"I know, Professor, but machines can do this, but the process has to be designed to be very...complicated, but that's not our concern." Voldemort said.

Slughorn frowned. He flipped through the thick plan for a while, and his brows furrowed even tighter at this time.

It was obvious that he resisted these things from the bottom of his heart.

"A bold change, Voldemort, but I don't think it's the right choice."

Closing the proposal, Slughorn said so.

"Tell me what you think, Professor, that's why I need your participation," said Voldemort.

"I think you know, the herbs cut out by the wizard, and on this..."

"mechanical."

"Yes, machines. Machines have no magic power. The herbs they cut will not stimulate more medicinal properties of the herbs. So, if you do this..."

"If you do this, the effect of the potion will be weakened a lot." Voldemort interrupted, "We have already experimented with this, so we can't say the full effect, but it is about the same effect as the potion made by those junior wizard apprentices."

"In that case..." Slughorn wondered, "what's the point of doing that?"

"Mass-produced, professor, even if the efficacy of the medicine is not as good as that produced by wizards, it has good commercial prospects." Voldemort said.

"Which wizarding family would buy something like this?" Slughorn asked incredulously, his eyes widening.

"No, Professor, it's not for wizards," said Voldemort, laughing.

"Not for wizards, but for..." Slughorn's bulging eyes widened again, and he said loudly, "Muggles?"

Voldemort nodded with a smile.

"But what's the point?" Slughorn asked puzzled.

In essence, the professor is not a pure-blood.

But as a person from a pure-blood family, he instinctively believed that he was isolated from the Muggle world.

"It's very meaningful. I can't understand a sentence or two. Professor, I need you to help me improve the process, such as making better adjustments in some details."

Voldemort stated his purpose, and said before the other party refused, "You will get part of the equity and enough Galleons in return."

Slughorn, who was about to refuse, immediately shut his mouth.

He picked up the proposal and took another look, focusing on the production process.

"Upgrade the potion from the level of the first and second grades to the fourth and fifth grades at most, Voldemort, mass production will definitely bring about a decline in quality, you know."

His disdain for this potion was still revealed in his words.

As a master of potions, he has the qualifications.

"Enough, Professor, I just need the Muggle world, the wizarding world, a dependent... need."

Voldemort smiled and said something that Slughorn could not understand at all.

"Well, this is not a difficult task, Voldemort, but I still want to stress..."

"Not joining the Death Eaters, I know, Professor, you are only involved in this matter as a special advisor and technology investor."

Voldemort stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Have a nice cooperation, Professor, Lucius will discuss with you about shares and Galleon."

After hearing this, Slughorn stood up in satisfaction, held Voldemort's hand and said, "Have a nice cooperation, Voldemort, I think you have become more understanding of people's hearts than before."

Voldemort responded to the compliment with a smile.

(End of this chapter)