In a hidden basement at Malfoy Manor, a young man of eleven or twelve years old was guarding a crucible, and he held his breath and did not dare to let up in the slightest. The four corners of the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info were filled with unknown materials and utensils, and the potions inside the cauldron were bubbling and bubbling, giving off an intoxicating fragrance.

Suddenly, the bubbles stopped boiling, and the potion turned from a pale golden color to a completely golden yellow, and Malfoy knew that he was done.

He was brewing a elixir, his first success after many failures.

Hogsmeade's basement conditions are too simple, the elixir is one of the most demanding potions for the environment, sometimes a speck of dust may be enough to make people lose their efforts, and the problem will be magnified indefinitely under the conditions of a dusty basement; and Malfoy near Hogwarts is not fully involved in it, he may be distracted, wondering if someone will go to bed, in short, he can't concentrate; even some materials are not very medicinal properties, after all, Hogwarts is a wizarding school, not a herb store, sometimes for the safety of students, you need to deliberately find some herbs with weak medicinal properties, this part of the objective reason, ultimately led to his previous failure.

But now it's different, Malfoy has Lucius's specialized laboratory for studying the dark arts, rare materials that he can buy at a high price, and maybe some experience from previous failures.

And to add a more important point.

Malfoy looked at the most conspicuous bottle on the table, the liquid in that bottle had been used for the most part, and his face couldn't help but show a look of pain, this was the dragon's blood he had blackmailed last time.

Dragons, as creatures in various legends, are a symbol of strength, and even more exaggerated legends even have the saying that they can be immortal after bathing in dragon blood, but it seems that the dragons in this world are not so terrifying, otherwise Voldemort would not have to get any Horcruxes, just kill a dragon and take a bath.

However, although the dragons of this world are not as powerful as one might think, their blood still plays an important role in alchemy or potions. In addition to Dumbledore's "The Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood", some rare books even wrote: "Dragon's blood can increase the success rate of boiling elixirs and speed up the time of finished products, and the powerful vitality and magic contained in them can play a great role in the preparation of potions." ”

"It's a life-saving thing. As he thought, Malfoy slowly poured the elixir from the crucible into a small bottle, without spilling a drop, and then sealed it perfectly with the stopper and put it in his pocket.

"Luck is part of strength. Although this sentence is a bit biased, it does have some truth, "Heaven and earth are all working together, and heroes are not free." "There are always some people, a class of people who have fallen under the malice of fate towards them.

The elixir is not a panacea, when ordinary people face Voldemort, it is estimated that they will not escape death even if they drink a hundred bottles, but then again, if Dumbledore and Voldemort were really in their heyday, Dumbledore took a small sip before the game, it was really hard to say, and the old Deng who could have suppressed Voldemort to fight had a lucky bonus, and maybe he could really have unexpected gains.

"So you still have to look at your basic attributes. Malfoy kept a calm enough judgment on this potion, and only the stronger he was, the greater the effect of the elixir.

As for the side effects, that's something that only people who drink water need to consider, and Malfoy only used it as a necessary tool, so he wouldn't abuse it.

"It's halfway through the holidays. Malfoy estimated the time and came to this conclusion. He basically didn't go out this holiday, he stayed at home all the time, except for the problem of the elixir, he was still maintaining his progress in learning new knowledge, it is worth mentioning that the quality of dragon blood seems to be good, compressed for an extremely long time, which is beyond his expectations.

"It's time to contact Pansy, after all, the holiday mission was completed ahead of schedule. He thought to himself, and after putting all the utensils in order, he walked out of the basement, and was about to go back to his room to write a letter to Pansy, but he found that there was already an extra letter on the table in his room, and he opened the envelope and read it, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Pansy wrote in the letter that she had traveled to France with her parents, and the following is an excerpt from the letter.

"I didn't send a letter for dozens of days, so I decided to abandon you, I think the scenery of France must be very good, maybe there are many beautiful girls, but you can't see them, of course, in order to pity you I should bring you a gift or two, you should be grateful to me." She also drew a grimace symbol on the side, and Malfoy could imagine Pansy's face when she wrote the letter.

"So I'm alone now?" Malfoy laughed at himself silently, except for teachers and students, not everyone can have summer vacation treatment, Narcissa and Lucius have their own jobs, except for the servants and butlers in the manor, in a sense he is indeed a loner now.

"Then that plan can be advanced, and you have to try it to find out. Malfoy pulled out a yellowed piece of paper from under his desk, the handwriting on it was densely and somewhat twisted to be illegible, presumably on purpose. He then put a tick and circle after each of the two lines of handwriting, indicating one of the completed and the next plan to be completed.

"The evil capitalist should feel the life of the proletariat, and it is necessary to receive the re-education of the poor and middle peasants. Malfoy began to tease himself again, and then he read a book in his bedroom, and when he looked up the window, he saw that it was getting dark, and the setting sun had gilded the scenery outside the window with a faint layer of gold, and he even saw several large owls flapping their wings towards the main house, making a "cooing" sound.

When dinner time came, the family gathered around the table and enjoyed the usual dinner.

"Baby, why do you always have some strange ideas?" Narcissa at the table shook her head, not quite understanding what Malfoy had said.

"My child, if you wish, I can even arrange for you to visit the Ministry of Magic, but the elves at Gringotts are not easy to deal with. Lucius also said his suggestion, and took a small sip of a cup of strong tea, also incomprehensible to his son's thoughts.

"I think I need to train myself, if I go to the Ministry of Magic, it's all my father's acquaintances, what's the point of me exercising?" Malfoy began to ramble, anyway, how to make sense.

Lucius's pale face frowned, but he still said, "Okay, but I'm not familiar with those goblins, I'll take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow, if not, either go home or go to the Ministry of Magic with me." ”

"Our baby is so promising. As if moved by her son's words, Narcissa took out a handkerchief and gently rubbed the moist corners of her eyes.

The following dinner, Lucius explained to Malfoy some do's and don'ts about dealing with goblins, and several goblin rebellions in history show that the relationship between wizards and goblins is not very good.

Early the next morning, the Malfoy father and son reached Diagon Alley through the Floo network.

Walking slowly down the long cobblestone streets, Malfoy felt the hustle and bustle and popularity that he had not seen for a long time, and some wizards shouted to attract customers, although the things in their stalls looked fake, for example, it is hard to imagine that you can buy a phoenix egg here, and even that egg has a hole in it. Some wizards haggled over a few bronze nats, blushing and even raising their wands.

When passing by the Slug Giggs pharmacy, both father and son covered their noses, not only in the pharmacy, but also in front of the door, where they could smell a mixture of rotten vegetables and rotten eggs.

Some shops are deserted, with only a few worn-out brooms outside the house, covered with dust, this is the Blotted bookstore, there are only a few customers in the bookstore flipping through the books on the table, even the store manager and clerk are a little absent-minded, of course, in a few days they will be too busy to touch the ground, maybe because the school year is approaching, of course, more likely because of a certain peacock man's signing party.

After a few more moments, a towering white building appeared in front of the two of them.

"Son, although you are here to exercise, we Malfoys can't do that kind of menial hard work, if you are going to do some kind of warehouse guarding work, I think we can go back now. Lucius, who was in front of the gate, said.

"Of course, my father, and even if I wanted to guard the elves in the warehouse, wouldn't you, do you think I could fight a dragon?" Malfoy replied.

"I think so. Lucius nodded, a satisfied smile on his pale face.

The two then stepped up the marble steps of the bank towards a gleaming bronze gate where elven guards in scarlet and gold uniforms stood and bowed to them as they entered.

They passed through a second door, which was silver, not knowing whether it was plated with silver or made of its own material, and was engraved with the following words:

Please come in, stranger, but beware,

What will happen to insatiable greed,

Blindly taking, not getting for nothing,

will be punished most severely,

So if you want to take it from our underground vault,

A wealth that never belonged to you,

Thou hast been warned, O thief,

Beware that it is not a treasure that is invited, but a bad retribution.

Passing through the warning door, father and son came to a spacious marble hall, where about a hundred or so elves sat behind a long counter and hastily registered them on a large ledger.

A fairy came to the father and son, with a bright head, a long nose and pointed ears, and he said in a shrill voice, "Lucius, it's been a long time, and your little fellow has a strange idea to come to work here." ”

"You don't have to worry about it. Lucius's voice deepened.

"And what can you help us do? Gringotts doesn't take useless people, even though I have a good relationship with your father. The elf stared at Malfoy and added, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Pull Ring, you can call me Mr. Pull Ring," he said, arranging his collar as if that would make him more elegant.

Malfoy memorized two lines of poetry at the time, oh no, a ninety-nine multiplication table.

"It's just a testament to your computing skills, but our staff can still do it with a little more time. Pulling the ring tried not to look shocked, and forced himself to find fault.

Malfoy walked over to one of the goblins who were keeping accounts, glanced at the ledger and said, "On the fifth line of this page, the last data seems to be a decimal point off, Mr. Goblin." The elf lifted his glasses and hurried to look at the place Malfoy had spoken, then added a little more with a quill and looked around as he wrote, so as not to be seen by those around him.

For a former finance student, the shabby bookkeeping methods in the wizarding world are really flawed in his eyes.

"Lucius, your son is really good, aren't wizards a bunch of illogical people? Rachel praised, clearly recognizing Malfoy's ability.

"Of course. Lucius's tone was full of pride.

"Let me then extend a welcome to our new hire, Mr. Draco, and you should be in for a fulfilling holiday here. Pull Tab held out his hand, and Malfoy had to bend down to shake his hand.

That's how someone's part-time job life began.