Diagon Alley in post-Dumbledore era is like the Great Depression America in 1926, the streets and alleys are full of closed shops, and the occasional passer-by is mostly in a hurry, wearing wide wizarding robes and hoods, as if they are afraid that someone will rob them.

Wang Xu walked in Diagon Alley, and among the shops on the street, there were many shops with signs for sale and for sale.

A gust of wind blew, blowing a daily prophet.

Looking down slightly, the front page of the newspaper carried the news of Dumbledore's death, and on the accompanying picture, it was the Dark Devil logo launched by the Death Eaters into the sky.

"Knock knock!"

Wang Xu walked forward for dozens of meters, and in front of a potion shop that said transfer, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door of the shop opened, and the shopkeeper looked outside in a panic, and hurriedly said, "You are not being followed, are you?" ”

Wang Xu shook his head slightly, which made the shopkeeper breathe a sigh of relief: "Come in, we have no time to waste." ”

Walking into the potions shop, the owner quickly closed the door and cast a defensive spell on the door.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh and said with a pale smile: "This morning, five shops in Diagon Alley were robbed, including one potions shop. It was terrifying, those people wore black robes and masks, and blasted open the door of the store with a powerful blasting spell, and when they came in, there was a rush of robbing. My friend who runs a grocery store is still lying in the hospital because he resisted, and I don't know if he will wake up. ”

"Who did that?" Wang Xu looked at the layout of the store and asked casually.

The shopkeeper shook his head, lowered his voice and said, "Everyone says it's the Death Eaters, but I don't think so, because after the Death Eaters commit crimes, they will fire the Dark Mark to identify themselves. And these people ran away after grabbing, but they were dressed like Death Eaters, and there were no dark magic marks left on the scene. ”

"The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!" Wang Xu nodded in agreement, today is Voldemort's big day, he will definitely hold a celebration banquet, the Death Eaters don't even go to Dumbledore's funeral to make trouble, how can they come to Diagon Alley to rob the store.

Obviously, this is a group of rogue wizards dressed as Death Eaters who have come out to take advantage of the fire.

However, Wang Xu also had to thank them, because if these people hadn't made waves, this potion shop, which was the largest in Diagon Alley and had a history of 500 years, would not have been sold.

"Let's talk about the price, Mr. Isaac!" Wang Xu stroked the ring on his hand and looked at Isaac's gray-blue eyes.

Isaac is also a member of the pure-blood family, but his position is biased in favor of Dumbledore, and now that Dumbledore's time has passed, Voldemort is the one who has the last laugh, and those who are on the wrong side usually don't end well.

Isaac understands this, too, and since last night he has been transferring assets and selling his ancestral business to a family with ties to the Death Eaters.

Now, he only has the largest and most valuable store in his hands, which has not been sold because of the price.

"My shop is divided into two floors, with a basement, which adds up to four hundred square meters, and as long as 800,000 gold galleons, it is yours, including these potions in the store." Isaac replied categorically, as if you had made a big mistake.

Wang Xu frowned slightly, glanced at the potions on the shelves, and said: "The potions on the shelves are all popular goods, they seem to be a lot of them but they are not valuable, I think the high-grade potions must not be on this." 600,000 gold Galleons, I won't pay more, if I can pay now, you can get the money out of the UK right away. ”

Isaac jumped up when he heard this, and exclaimed: "600,000, impossible, minimum 800,000." If three days ago, my shop was worth at least 1,500,000 gold galleons, not counting the potions inside, I only sell 800,000 now, which is already a very good price. ”

"You said it yourself, 1.5 million was the price three days ago, Dumbledore didn't die three days ago, and the Dark Lord didn't go as fast as he did. Now, everything is different, the Dark Lord has come to the forefront, and the benefit cake is definitely going to be redistributed. He has so many heroes to be appeased, he can't pay for the money himself, the wool comes from the sheep, he won't give you a penny if he wants your store, I think you understand that. ”

Of course, Isaac understands, otherwise he wouldn't have sold the store at this juncture, after all, the current market is not very good.

Moreover, his friends who were related to the Death Eaters were also warning him to move quickly, suggesting that the wizarding world was about to change, and it would be too late to leave.

"700,000, I will also sell you the signboard of the store, your potion shop can still be called Isaac Potions Store in the future, this is a time-honored brand that has been inherited for 538 years, and no one in the wizarding world knows about it." Isaac gritted his teeth and said, but Wang Xu still didn't agree.

He wasn't bad for money, but he didn't want others to think he was a fool, and he didn't think anyone was bidding higher than him.

After a stalemate, Isaac compromised, his wife and children had already gone to Belgium, and if he wanted to make a comeback in Belgium, he would never be able to do it without money in hand.

What's more, the irreversible arrival of Voldemort's era, and Isaac does not dare to delay, who knows if the Death Eaters will come to the door at this time tomorrow.

With the transfer contract in hand and watching Isaac's back, Wang Xu finally had his first store in the magic world.

However, the most important thing in the potions store is not the store but the source of goods, if there is no potions master to support it, only low-grade goods, this is different from Wang Xu's original intention.

Where to find the Potions Master, there were only two Potions Masters he knew, one was Slughorn who had signed a contract with Edward's Potions Shop, and the other was Professor Snape.

Slughorn doesn't have to think about it, the contract in the wizarding world is very binding, and he won't be able to change jobs for three years.

In this way, the Potions master that Wang Xu knew seemed to be Snape left.

"Please allow me to refuse..."

Returning to Hogwarts again, Wang Xu approached Professor Snape and talked to him about potions.

There is no doubt that Snape refused in one bite, even if Wang Xu's price was very high, he was still unmoved.

"If the money isn't enough, I can add more."

"I'm not short of money..."

As a master of potions, Snape never had to worry about Garon, and he was not hungry when he was alone, unlike Slughorn, who had a large family to feed.

After a nose of dust at Snape's place, Wang Xu left with regret, thinking about who else could be his potion supplier.

Thinking about it, he didn't have a clue, and there were five people in the entire British wizarding community who were recognized as Potions masters.

They are Felton, the director of the Dangerous Potions Disposal Center of the Ministry of Magic, Slughorn, the former head of the Svetling branch of Hogwarts, Snape, the current professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts section of the Strytling Branch, Devonte, the attending physician of the Potions Department of St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, and Eisendil, who has traveled the world without a trace.

Of the five people, Slughorn, who has a contract, can be ruled out first, and Eisendil, who is missing, can also be ruled out, and then Snape, who rejected him, doesn't have to think about it for the time being.

The rest of Felton and Devonte, Wang Xu didn't know each other at all.

The former is a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, in charge of the Dangerous Potions Processing Center, and is unlikely to serve him.

The latter is the attending physician at St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she dispenses medicine for many patients every day, enjoying the hospital's high benefits and treatment, and it is unlikely that she can provide him with potions.

However, for the sake of insurance, Wang Xu still took a trip and first went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to talk to Dr. Devonte.

Dr. Derwent, a middle-aged woman, first thanked Wang Xu for his visit, then declined in a tactful tone.

Apologetically told Wang Xu that she had a lot of patients to take care of, and she didn't have the energy to provide potions for the potions shop, and she was more willing to use her knowledge to save lives than to use her knowledge of potions to make money.

This is even more true on Felton's side, Wang Xu didn't even get into his office, and was kicked out by Felton's assistant.

After taking ten Galleons as a consulting fee, the assistant quietly told him that Felton's potions mainly went to the international market, and that he would hold an auction at his home every year to auction off the high-grade potions he refined, and never signed a contract with the potions shop.

And tell him that if you want to open a potions shop, you don't need to find a master potions master to cooperate, the three potions shops on Diagon Alley, and the two potions in Tumbledown Alley, usually only ordinary potions are sold, and a few bottles of high-grade potions a year are enough to fill the storefront.

It is also suggested that Wang Xu retreat and find those who are not at the master level and have a relatively high level of potion production to cooperate, such people will have more in the magic world, and they can also make 99% of the potions on the market.

"Ordinary potions are okay, similar to lucky water, powerful aphrodisiac potions, stealth water, attribute resistance potions, and enchantment potions, all of which require master-level crafting processes, and without a master-level pharmacist, it means that these five potions cannot be made. Not to mention the legendary wisdom potions, life-prolonging potions, and elixirs of immortality, these god-level potions that modern wizards are no longer capable of making. ”

Wang Xu's heart was full of unwillingness, ordinary potions would not help him much, and master-level potions were his goal.

Now, there is not a single master pharmacist, refining these potions is a fantasy, could he only buy high-grade potions from other stores?

"Hey, there's no ready-made Potions Master, I can cultivate one myself!" Wang Xu's eyes lit up, potions is a money-burning discipline, and the difference between senior pharmacists and master pharmacists is that they can't refine master-level potions.

If there is a high-level pharmacist, with his support without lack of talent, and can refine a large amount of potions every day at any cost, is there a good chance of being able to advance?

Others are afraid of burning money, but Wang Xu is not afraid.

The ingredients for refining a lucky water are only a thousand Galleons on the market, and others are reluctant to spend this money and let senior pharmacists try it without restrictions, but Wang Xu doesn't care at all.

If you don't do it once, you can't do it ten times, you can't do it a hundred times, and if you don't do it a hundred times, you can't do it a thousand times.

Failure is a successful mother, a huge amount of resources are thrown down, and a pig can climb a tree, let alone a very talented senior pharmacist.

"Set a goal, make a plan for the cultivation of the apothecary, and select a gifted senior apothecary to train me to become my own Potions Master. This person, preferably has no foundation in the wizarding world, and is easy to control, let me think about who is suitable. ”

Wang Xu closed his eyes and pondered, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and whispered, "Peter Pettigrew! ”