[HP] Lost and Returning

Regarding the final choice of the platinum nobleman, Salazar felt inexplicable. Apart from this strangeness, he was still very happy. The honest Lucius and the not-so-honest Godric, the former is better.

On the second day of Christmas, Salazar arrived at the entrance of Lihen Bookstore on time with the ferret whose mood had changed a lot. Godric had already been waiting there, in a disguised state—a professor with black hair and black eyes in his mid-thirties.

"Follow me with an advanced disillusionment spell, let's go to the Ministry of Magic." Godric went straight to the point and strode out.

Salazar liked this straightforward way of speaking. He hid himself and the ferret, walked beside Godric, and whispered: "To see Rufus? Scrimgeour?" Remember something, he was unambiguous.

"I wrote him a letter yesterday, and I received a reply in the morning." Pulling the corners of his lips, Godric smiled a little smugly: "It can be seen that he needs some help."

Lucius was thinking about what kind of bargaining chip would make that shrewd Scrimgeour agree to the meeting. The Minister of Magic is not idle, let alone came to power under such a situation.

"If he agrees to talk to you, he will lose more than half of it." Salazar raised his eyebrows.

"I'm confident, but if something goes wrong, I need your help." Godric turned to a deserted place, put on Salazar's shoulder, and disapparated.

The Ministry of Magic at Christmas seemed a little deserted. A large number of Aurors went out to perform guarding tasks. It was their responsibility to ensure the safety of the people. Many officials also went home for the holidays. The Ministry of Magic currently only has some basic duty personnel and security personnel.

Godric walked into the hall, politely explained the reason to the witch at the reception, and was led to the elevator. Salazar followed closely, and in a short while, he arrived at the minister's office.

The door of the office was open, and Salazar could see the man sitting there, the shape of an old lion, with wisps of gray in tawny hair and bushy eyebrows, and piercing gold-rimmed spectacles. With yellow eyes, he should be a sharp and tough person.

Godric walked in with a smile, and closed the door, "Good afternoon, Mr. Scrimgeour. It's an honor to meet you."

"Me too." Scrimgeour didn't get up, he nodded slightly: "Professor Wilson."

"After leaving school, I still prefer others to call me Mr. Wilson." Godric maintained a smile, reminding the other party that he did not come on behalf of the school, but on behalf of himself. At the same time, he also hinted at the other party that standing here He is not Dumbledore's subordinate.

"Mr. Wilson, it seems that you don't like the professor's job?" Scrimgeour probed.

"It's not bad, but no one stipulates that you can't hold a deputy position other than a professor." Godric brought the topic to the point.

"You mean the ideas in your letter?" Scrimgeour said slowly, "It's just a potion shop. If you want to obtain the business qualification, go directly to the relevant department to go through the formalities."

Opening a potion store is what Godric wants to do. In wizard wars, the supply of potions is a key issue. Potions can not only be used to heal wounds, but can also be used directly in battle. Derek himself is not a brilliant attacker, but he is a first-rate therapist.What St. Mungory cannot do, he can do, this is his capital.

What Godric needs is not ordinary potion business, these shops can be opened directly in Hogsmeade Village, there is no need to find a relationship, what he wants to sell includes some potions that are currently prohibited by law, if this is required, then Had to keep the store in Knockturn Alley, so he was dealing with dark wizards, which wasn't the position he wanted to take.So he comes here.

"I have found a shop in Hogsmeade Village, but I still need your support, Minister." Godric continued unhurriedly: "As the letter said, as a potion dealer, I I am very willing to contribute to the Ministry of Magic." The wounded in the war will be sent to St. Mungo's and will be healed, but when there are a large number of wounded, some have no time to take care of them. Based on Dumbledore's reputation, the Order of the Phoenix should receive priority treatment.

The lack of good potion masters in this world is the biggest business opportunity and the biggest bargaining chip.

This is indeed a problem for Scrimgeour. The Aurors is a unit directly under the Ministry of Magic. They have been injured in many battles with Death Eaters these days, and they can still receive timely medical treatment. But when the war breaks out on a large scale, they can’t say no. Sure, potions are in short supply: "There are basic rules for opening a potions shop." Meaning, the Ministry of Magic won't go too far.

"Actually, I think some potions are banned innocently." Godric's tone was somewhat regretful. He took out a bottle of purple potion from his sleeve and put it gently on the desk: "This is agility potion." Potion."

The potion of agility is used to increase the speed of the wizard's actions. This potion is currently listed as No. 8 of the banned potion. Because of its side effects, the forced increase in speed will cause the muscles to be hard to load. The effect of five hours is exchanged for nearly three days. The legs and feet twitched, the only good thing was that there were no sequelae, so there were some people who secretly used this in war, but not many, not because they were afraid of side effects, but because it was very troublesome to brew this kind of potion.

"You..." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes.

"I improved the potion," Godric interrupted the other party's beginning, with a meaningful smile: "The twelve-hour continuous effect, the negative effect only needs to sleep for eight hours, just like drinking a tranquilizer. In this way, it takes Disable?"

"What?" Scrimgeour was startled. If that was the case, then this kind of potion played an important role in the war.

"I guarantee that there will be no shady potions on the counter, but for the rest, please open and close Mr. Scrimgeour's eyes, how about it?" Godric said calmly.

"What you said in your letter was the supply of basic wound medicines. What does this mean?" Scrimgeour not only did not refuse outright, but also talked about the deal in the letter in detail.

If the other party didn't find out, he could be more vague. Godric sighed in his heart, this man is considered shrewd: "Of course Mr. Scrimgeour has the final say."

Salazar on the side looked at this scene sarcastically. The minister didn't know as many potions as Godric, so it seemed that he was bound to suffer.

Seeing the man pondering without saying a word, Godric didn't linger too long: "Minister, please think about it carefully. I'll go back first and contact you if you need anything."

After Godric and Salazar left the Ministry of Magic, Salazar said, "You have something to say."

"You found out?" Godric shrugged. "He didn't refuse and would come to me sooner or later. If that's the case, why put pressure on him." As long as the name Dumbledore is used, Scrimgeour will probably He really panicked. He wanted to find someone to cooperate with him to open a store. Dumbledore's face was fine, but Dumbledore was more shrewd and difficult to deal with.

Scrimgeour was also thinking about this question at the moment, a potion genius would be applauded no matter which camp he was in, if he missed this man, it would be tantamount to pushing him to the other side. Of course, you have to find someone to try and see the results.

The talent of potion, Lucius thought silently, and this Wilson's talent is far higher than that of his friend Severus. Severus also tried to improve the potion of agility, but it was a pity that he failed.

Salazar, who was of no help this time, did not continue to follow Godric. He waved his hand and chose to go shopping alone. Godric's next messing with business has nothing to do with him.

Dessert shops are the theme of Salazar's shopping. Apart from Honeydukes, some small shops exhibited very attractive things. Of course, before that, he did not forget to buy a wizard meal for Lucius.

After he bought another large pack of animal-shaped chocolate biscuits, Salazar keenly noticed that someone was staring at him, turned his head vigilantly, and he froze. On the street, five steps away, a blond woman looked at him with complicated eyes. Looking at him, followed by the platinum boy - is it Narcissa?Malfoy and Draco?Malfoy.