Kano stayed in the Burrow for a day, and discussed the matter of the heir's potion.

Kano was in charge of making the potion, and the first batch of 20 bottles were made for sale. Mr. Weasley was responsible for sales as a live advertising and distributor of the pharmacy. Kreacher is responsible for reconciling the accounts.

"When I say four-six, it's four-six!"

"I don't agree, it has to be a fixed pay!"

Don't get me wrong, it's Kano who's talking about the profits, and it's Mr. Weasley who insists on getting a fixed pay.

Kano thought that he was not short of money, and it would be good for the Weasleys to get more improvements to improve their lives. But Mr. Weasley believed that this was taking advantage of Kano, and he was adamant that he would not agree, so he set himself a salary equivalent to one year's work for his job.

In the end, Mrs. Weasley made the final decision and sided with her husband.

"Kano, I know you're doing it for our good. But our lives are not so poor, you don't look down on us, do you? ”

As soon as Mrs. Weasley said this, Kano could only raise his hand in surrender, indicating that he had no intention of doing so.

"Don't worry, Kano. I'll sell the 20 bottles in two batches, five bottles at the retail first, and then I'll hold an auction when the effect is visible, and I won't let you suffer. ”

Mr. Weasley bit his quill and smiled as he made a long list of magical families with difficult heirs.

Carno took a closer look and found that in addition to the Weasley family, most of the famous families in the wizarding world were on it.

"Don't make the price too much, or I'm afraid that Uncle you will be beaten up one day." Cano commanded.

"It's not up to me, Kano. With such an important potion, I can't imagine how popular it will be. ”

Kano laughed dryly. With the importance that the pure-blood family attaches to their heirs, even if this potion has to be exchanged for their meat, they have to hum and say thank you while going under the knife.

"Thank you!"

When Parkinson Sr. got the first bottle of heir potion, tears welled up in his eyes. He clutched the potion and dragged Mr. Weasley to his house for a drink.

The generation of the Parkinson's family gave birth to a girl, Pansy, who was the same class as Kano. Parkinson 's. But she and Draco are childhood sweethearts, and it seems to everyone that they are likely to get married in the future.

Of course, Lucius would not object, but the old Parkinson was bitter. When he died, he was afraid that he would have to inherit the Parkinson's family business by a child, how could the old man be willing?

Mr. Weasley struggled to break free from Parkinson's iron hands, wiped the sweat from his bald head, and returned home to wait.

Soon, the Parkinson's family held a celebratory banquet with many pure-blood families invited. At the banquet, the men gathered around the old Parkinson, and the ladies gathered around Mrs. Parkinson, asking for the secret recipe for pregnancy.

"The Weasleys sold it to me, it's really easy to use!"

As soon as Mrs. Parkinson's words came out, everyone immediately let out a voice of sudden realization. After all, the Weasleys have always had many children, and they have been nicknamed by them.

For example, what pure-blooded goblins and pure-blood beggars are sarcastic for giving birth to more and earning less. But to be honest, if it weren't for not being born, who would want to play heartbeat with a single pass?

In the pure-blood wizard family, a storm has quietly set off.

The topic of greeting from wizards changed from Garons, Manor, and Dragons to "Bought it?" "Have you drunk it?" "Got it? ”

After Mr. Weasley was blocked at the door of his house by a group of pure-blood wizards, he finally "reluctantly" announced that the auction would be held the day after tomorrow.

On the day of the auction, Diagon Alley.

Old Parkinson stood at the door with a happy face, which was an idle property of his family. When he heard that Mr. Weasley was going to hold an auction, he immediately lent it out and set it up as a venue.

One after another, sumptuous carriages pulled by rune horses or Yeqi stopped at the door, and pairs of brightly dressed pure-blood wizards dismounted from the carriages and entered the venue.

Mr. Weasley looked at the people from behind the curtain, basically covering all of his lists.

House-elves weave through the crowd, handing drinks to distinguished guests, and the fairies begin with a wonderful dance, but no one has the heart to taste and appreciate it.

Finally, the chubby Mrs. Weasley appeared on stage with a tray, fifteen bottles of heir potions glowing softly white in the light.

Mrs. Weasley laid the tray on the small square table as if she were usually leaving a pot of stew in the kitchen.

There was a sound of inhaling from below, and someone almost couldn't hold back, trying to open her mouth to remind her to move lightly.

"I won't do this job, I don't know how Arthur asked me to come up and sell this thing."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth with such words, and many people below were sour in their hearts.

Because Madame, you will give birth!

"Okay, I'll open my mouth and tell me a price, starting at 5,000 Galleons."

This price is definitely not low, almost equivalent to the salary of a mid-level manager of the Ministry of Magic for five years.

But the wizards below were not surprised, but silently began to raise their cards and bid.

"Crabbe, 5600, um. Prewit, 7000, well. Mrs. Weasley said lazily on the stage.

The wizards scolded in their hearts, who doesn't know that your maiden family is Puwit, and you don't need to remind us so if we are slow to shout prices.

The auction immediately entered the white-hot stage, and one after another the high prices were shouted out, and everyone went from adding 100 to each bid, and gradually becoming 500 per bid, and finally...

"150,000 Galleons!" Bent, with his hair shiny, Bokin threw away his bid card, jumped into his chair, and howled with his wand raised.

“120000！” Lucius gritted his teeth and stood up, holding two title deeds in his other hand, "Plus two more Diagon Alley pavement!" ”

"I'm sorry, this round of auction is only open for Galleon trades." Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "150,000, is there a higher bid?" ”

Bojin is a black magic supply store Bogin. Bock's boss, his liquidity is one of the best in the field.

"The third time, no bids? Then this bottle of heir potion was obtained by Mr. Bogin. ”

Bojin immediately jumped on the stage, handing over the money with one hand and taking the goods with the other. He drank half of the bottle on the spot, and fed the remaining half to his wife.

For a while, the guys in the audience who thought about killing people and stealing goods after a while secretly gritted their teeth. Everyone has drunk it in their stomachs, what else can they do?

Four more bottles of potions were sold at high prices, all of which were acquired by wizarding families with a lot of liquid capital.

"Considering that everyone really has no cash in their hands, the maker of the heir potion has temporarily decided that from the next bottle, the title deed of the property can be used as collateral." Mrs. Weasley took the note from behind her and read it slowly.

Behind the scenes, a goblin in a suit and leather shoes walked out, and at a glance he knew that he was a professional vampire who came out of Gringotts.

The auction paused for half an hour, and the goblins sat in the audience, constantly valuing the title deeds of the properties handed by the wizards.

Kano hid in the shadows, looking at the red-eyed wizards with satisfaction.