[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

The Order of Merlin, First Class, hasn't even been promoted yet.

Sewell couldn't help clicking his tongue, glanced at Draco who had just come back, and continued to read: "As we all know, the Potions Association is extremely exclusive and values ​​qualifications. Draco Mal is still a student. The reason why the soul potion made by Fu was so cleanly recognized by the Potion Association is because it has a repairing effect on the injured soul, and it has been clinically proven that it can be widely used for people whose souls have been damaged by black magic. And the knowledge of potions about repairing the soul is an extremely indispensable part of the magic world today.

Victims of the Imperius Curse are the most common examples. St. Mungo gave this potion to several patients, and all of them had significant curative effects.

Draco Malfoy said that he is continuing to study with his teacher, preparing to have an improved version of the potion within three months, and will promote it at a cost price, turning it into a charity.This statement made many people click their tongues, or even not believe it, but whether they believed it or not, Draco had made the process public. "

Sewell didn't believe that Draco would do charity, especially this kind of thankless one. He pointed to the bright red doubts in the British tabloids and asked Draco what he wanted to do. Draco used you And the expression of IQ looked at him, and said: "The louder they are, the better, this is an advertisement."

"Although this medicine sounds very powerful," Draco said, "Oh, of course, it is very powerful. The point is, in fact, its audience is very small. Those who have been hurt by their souls, and there are relatives who are willing to help There are very few patients he pays for, even if he sets a high price, there won’t be much profit, it might as well be used for advertising, our main event is later.”

Sewell blinked and asked, "Later? Have you and Gellert developed a more powerful medicine? Cure Avada Kedavra?"

Draco rolled up the newspaper and slapped Sewell's head fiercely, and said bitterly, "Avada Kedavra is a death curse - there is no magic that can bring back the dead." He flipped He rolled his eyes and said, "Have you heard of Grindelwald Pharmaceuticals?"

Seeing the expression on Draco's face that you must know, Sewell shook his head in embarrassment, and he said in Draco's disbelieving expression: "Uh... sounds like Gellert's property."

"It's not owned by Gellert personally, but owned by the Grindelwald family - an industry that has lasted for hundreds of years. Before Gellert failed, Grindelwald Pharmaceuticals was the largest potion company in Europe." Draco said Looking at the pig's eyes back, he continued: "After Gellert's failure, Grindelwald Pharmaceuticals was implicated, and its profitability dropped sharply. Now it is on the verge of bankruptcy."

"The Grindelwald family is almost dead. Grindelwald Pharmaceuticals now belongs to Gellert and is managed by a few old-fashioned people. I injected capital into him to help him manage it, and got [-]% of the shares. Three months Afterwards, when the improved version of the soul potion is put on the market, Grindelwald Pharmaceuticals will also launch twelve new drugs, all of which are family medicines. The price is not cheap, but most families can afford it—this is my point to be launched."

Sewell didn't quite understand it, and asked, "It took so much effort to make the medicine for advertising? Isn't it a bit uneconomical..."

"Of course it's not cost-effective just to use it for advertising, but if you count the reputation that Grindelwald only needs to be washed away, and the relationship between Gellert and me surfaced in a fair manner, it can't be more cost-effective." Draco was rarely patient. Get up and explain: "And I didn't bother too much. Gellert has a lot of information. I just rearranged them and changed the direction." Speaking of this, Draco's gray-blue eyes A hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes: "As long as research related to the soul is classified as black magic... These narrow thinking are the most hindering research."

Sewell couldn't help but said desperately: "But you are the same, as long as it is a Muggle thing, you refuse."

Draco's face suddenly sank, Sewell became uneasy, and said in a low voice: "I have no other meaning."

But Draco didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned around and left directly. Leusewell was alone in the distance, annoyed by his cheap mouth. He struggled for a while and then put it down. He's been too busy recently, and he doesn't have much time To coax Draco.

He first wrote back a letter to Johnny, with a small bottle of Ashred Grass Juice attached to it. Thickened, especially attractive.He asked the Johnny to give the bottle to the student for a preliminary concoction.

Then he was about to finish writing his dissertation, he tidied up the scattered newspapers on the table, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of the article, and he couldn't help being stunned.At this time, Draco came back from the outside again, and asked with a straight face: "Have you fallen in love?"

"what……?"

Draco just found out that Sevier didn't chase after him as usual, and his first reaction was that his younger brother was in a relationship. Before Narcissa always told him not to 'marry a wife and forget your mother' in the future, he thought that Sevier would definitely do it I fell in love and forgot my brother.

"Ah?" Sewell, who didn't keep up with his thoughts at all, was stunned: "No...Draco, look here." He pointed to a sentence in the newspaper, and read aloud: "But it makes people Disappointingly, the Soul Potion has not had a good effect on patients who have gone insane due to the Cruciatus Curse, and we look forward to improved potions in the future."

"What's wrong with this sentence?"

"The Cruciatus Curse hurts the soul?" Sewell asked back in surprise: "I always thought that the Cruciatus Curse made those people go crazy because the patients avoided extreme pain, and it was considered a mental illness... Could it be the soul?"

Draco's face was blank for a moment, he cleared his throat, and asked, "What is a mental illness?"

Sewell didn't expect that there was no such person in the magic world to study this... He knew that if it was a Muggle study, Draco would definitely resist it, so he said it was an oriental study, and then roughly explained After a while, Draco finally glanced at him blankly and said, "Muggle technology?"

Sewell nodded with a sneer, and Draco groaned, and then said: "Then is there a way for Muggles to treat this?"

"There is a method, but there is no guarantee of success..." Sewell said, "This kind of thing mainly depends on the patient's own will." He blinked: "But it's okay to try..."

Soon came the day of the Seville Endurance Race. The competition method was simple and rough. Whoever flew the farthest within 24 hours would be the winner. The venue was a hill, and the organizer drew a circle around the hill as the track.In addition to physical competition, this kind of competition also depends on psychological quality.

Because the track is not long, after flying for a period of time, the players will easily start overlapping. After a few hours, except for the counting staff outside, no one will remember which place they are in.

This invisibly increases the pressure.

Where am I now?If I persist, will I advance one place?If I use the time for drinking water and eating to catch up with me, will I become the first?

Endurance racing is the roughest kind of racing, and it's also the most brutal.

Because there was no game for two days, and Sewell was the only one who signed up for the private game, Krum took the school team to cheer for Sewell. Of course, he was also laughed at for using impure motives, but Krum's face is quite thick, he nodded and admitted: I just mean it.

Once Sewell arrived at the game, he was taken aback by people around the court holding his name.

"A vengeance seeker?"

"...I'm here to see you." Luke Lifu laughed, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, are you happy? Our batter, you've got a bit of a dime too."

That was quite a joy!Sewell's eyes were full of joy, and he quickly took two steps forward, wanting to meet the slightest welcome.

These people really came to see him, because Sewell's actions on the court are really beautiful, with great strength, gorgeous flying skills, and a tender face that does not match his strength.But people who will like Sewell must also like other people in Durmstrang, otherwise they would not follow the games one by one, just because other people did not play.

So when they saw more than Seville alone, they screamed, and Seville heard those who raised his name screaming: "Crum is also there! !"

"That's Raccliff Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Sewell stared dumbfounded at his teammate skillfully signing Mi Fensi, and said aggrievedly, "...my Mi Fensi that you agreed to?"

There was no pressure at all for Sewell to win this game. He fried a bunch of spring rolls the day before, put them in an oversized lunch box and held them in his hands, with a bottle of water under his elbow, and just sat on the broom casually. , As soon as the whistle sounded, it flew out at full speed, eating while flying.

The situation of each team member was broadcast live on the big screen outside, and I saw Sewell being fed up, hiccupping uncontrollably, and then continued to eat nonchalantly.

"...Why didn't I find out that he is a foodie before." Janice said.Draco had already turned his face away, pretending that he didn't have this brother anymore.

The game time was too long, and the people from the German school watched it for a while and then dispersed to do their own things. They were going to wait 24 hours before picking up Sewell.

Draco was the last one to go, and just as he was about to leave, he saw a red head poking out the doorway.

"Weasley?"