The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

The remaining ingredients are just enough to make two bottles.

"This kind of potion is very simple to make, why don't the people in the pharmacy produce it themselves?" Sissy was still a little puzzled.

"There are hundreds of potions sold in pharmacies. It's impossible to make each kind of potion by yourself. Take it here and let me filter it for you."

Hagrid filtered out the residue in the potion with gauze, put it into a glass bottle and covered it, it seemed that he was very skillful in his actions.

"Do you make your own potions too, Hagrid?"

"Sometimes, I do the simple ones myself. It's too expensive to buy finished products. My salary doesn't allow me to do this."

When Qianqian heard this, the opportunity came, "Then...do you want to do it together, the profit will be divided into [-] to [-], and I will be the one who ruins it."

"..." Hagrid didn't expect Sissy to want to lure him into the group. This little doll has a lot of tricks, and what she said sometimes makes people puzzled, "What's the meaning of [-]-[-]?"

"It's half of the profit for you and half for me, and we will share it equally." Sissy looked at Hagrid expectantly, as long as he agrees, the matter of making money will be stable.

"Sounds good, but what can I do to help." Hagrid pointed to the prepared potion, "You can do a great job by yourself."

Of course, Sissy had her own considerations. She puffed up her chest and patted her small body and said, "Hagrid, you look at me like this. I'm easy to bully. Who would pay a high price for something made by a first-year student?"

Hagrid thought about the actual situation, and even the regular pharmacies in Diagon Alley were good and bad.

But he was different, not to mention Diagon Alley, even the "bad" wizards in Knockturn Alley didn't dare to provoke Hagrid, he would trade with him to guarantee the fairest price.

"It makes sense, but I seldom sell potions, and usually I only sell them those that I don't need temporarily."

"Hagrid, let's give it a try. I think it will work. If you make money, you can buy more delicious food for Yaya and the others. Am I right?" Seeing that Hagrid was still hesitant, Sissy set the breakthrough point. Turned to his teeth.

Yaya was still bleary-eyed at first, but when he heard the key words "Yaya" and "delicious", he immediately regained his energy. He wagged his tail into a hula hoop excitedly, and his saliva even formed a line.

Hagrid saw Yaya's gluttonous appearance. Although he had suffered all these years and not the children, he could only give them better things if he had money.

"I decided to join," Hagrid agreed without hesitation, "Make these two copies and we'll sell them together."

"Great, believe me, I will definitely do better this time." Sissy was full of motivation at this time, and she didn't feel tired from grinding her snake teeth.

Hagrid helped cut the porcupine quills. It took Sissy 10 minutes to saw one set of thorns in the morning, and Hagrid easily cut two sets of porcupines in one minute with large scissors... the difference between people.

Sissy cast envious eyes, Hagrid simply took the mortar, and returned it to Sissy after a while.

"Do you see that this is detailed enough?"

So quickly, Sissy poured the powder on a 500-mesh sieve and shook it gently, and the powder fell smoothly all at once.

……

Half-blood giants are also giants, and they cannot be compared with ordinary wizards like me.

Sissy suddenly understood why no wizard would provoke Hagrid, and only a newborn calf like her had no experience to dare to manipulate this big man.

After thinking about it, she wasn't the most daring one. If one were to say that the number one warrior who dared to make a move against a giant—had to be Hagrid's wizard father.

With Hagrid's help, the preparations went very smoothly. Sissy followed his advice and turned down the heat a lot. Under the simmer, the speed of the mucus bubbling was not as violent as last time, and the potion had more time to dissolve itself. The medicinal properties are fully dissolved in it.

The pink smoke appeared, obviously thicker than the first time, and you could smell a faint and wonderful fragrance without fanning it.

"This is the best boil medicine I've ever seen. Sissy, you have extraordinary talent in potions." Hagrid praised the perfect medicine in the pot without hesitation.

Hehe, Sissy smiled. Anyway, she has four years of experimental experience, and it was only because the ventilation equipment was broken that she was poisoned here.

Perhaps it was destined somewhere that she was destined to be a drug maker.

Sissy thought to herself: God must have asked her to concentrate on making medicines, so she put an inexplicable shackle on her body, so that she couldn't study the magic spell well.

Forget it, she can come to Hogwarts and regain her beloved "old job" here, so she has nothing to be satisfied with.

After the medicament is cooled and filtered, put it into a bottle and compare it with the one made for the first time, and the height is immediately obvious.

One is to improve the heat, and her movements are more proficient.

Secondly, she felt that it had something to do with Hagrid's processing of medicinal materials too well.

The two came to Diagon Alley, which Hagrid had already been familiar with.

They walked to a finished drug store on the north side of Diagon Alley. This store opened at the corner of the intersection, and it could be seen at a glance from all directions. The door had "Nash Potion Store" written in gold.

"This is it. This store only sells finished potions. The price is ridiculously high, but customers still have to pay for it." Hagrid obviously doesn't like this kind of store, "But if you want to sell potions, here It's the best place to go."

The store contained more than 10 galleons of medicine in a glass case covered with a useless layer of white velvet for decoration.

The most conspicuous thing is the column in the middle. There is a transparent display cabinet in the middle of the column. A small bottle shining with golden streamer hangs in the center. The store also specially equipped it with a background light.

There is no price tag and I know that it is not affordable for ordinary people.

The expensive decoration seems to warn the customers who come here: "I am very expensive, do you have enough Galleons in your pocket?"

Hagrid was not interested in seeing these, so he took out three bottles of potion and asked the clerk the price.

The clerk led them into a small room behind him and closed the door. He opened the caps of bottles and smelled them again and again, and checked them back and forth several times with a flashlight from various angles, as if they were appraising some antiques.

Finally, the clerk finally said, "This bottle is of poor quality and not the best medicine. It's worth 9 Sickles. For the other two bottles, 1 Galleon per bottle, a total of 1 Galleons and 2 Sickles."

Sissy clearly remembered that there was a "potion for treating boils" on the wooden shelf marked as a must for summer, and a bottle of mid-range quality was priced at 3 Galleons.

Wow, what a huge profit!

The bottle she started with was indeed inferior, but the quality of the other two bottles could obviously be classified into the high-end layer above - 5 galleons.

Hagrid was also not satisfied with the quotation. The normal recovery price of the pharmacy should be one-third of the external selling price. The clerk obviously thought that they couldn't distinguish the quality and wanted to make a fortune for himself.

Just as Sissy was about to speak, Hagrid approached the guy and raised her voice, "4 Galleons, that's all."

Seeing that the clerk couldn't hide it from them, the complicated currency conversion made him not sure whether the quotation of 4 Galleons was appropriate.

He turned his back and pressed the calculator, and finally turned a face of apologetic smile, "I'm sorry I misread just now, the price of 4 galleons is high, but it's not the first time you've come here, so I will High price recovery, welcome to come again next time.”

Hagrid took the money from this hypocritical guy, and dragged Sissy out of the shop. If it wasn't for making some money, he wouldn't want to stay in this place for a moment.

He complained to Sissy angrily, "Did you know that the recovery price according to the market price is one-third of the selling price. This price itself is already black enough, but that bastard still wants to lower the price, he is a vampire!"

The low-end price is 2 galleons, and the high-end is 5 galleons. One-third of the price is not too much, and it is exactly 4 galleons. The clerk also said that the high price is recycled.

Sure enough, the true meaning of the words "high-priced recycling" is common all over the world.