Kano managed to control his cranky brain and put the blue-purple irises that were still delicate in the package into the vase.

As for the bottle of wine, when Fleur comes, we will drink it together, and I will not be so easily teased by her.

At this time, a remote corner of Diagon Alley.

A long-vacant shop was suddenly renovated, and a new sign was hung on the lintel: "Dream Potion Shop".

The store is closed to the public and only accepts VIP card holders. Insert the VIP card into the identification slot of the gate to drive the magic to open the heavy door.

Inside the door, there are no shelves, just a set of luxurious tables and chairs.

A few days ago, Arthur had an open and honest conversation with the wizards who surrounded him.

"This time the Potions Master doesn't want the money." Arthur sighed, "After all, the last time he only commissioned me to sell potions because he lacked some funds for experiments, and now you give him enough money to spend until he dies." ”

"What then?" The patriarchs who didn't grab the heir medicine last time panicked all of a sudden, is God going to let them lose their heirs?

"I persuaded him for a long time, and finally he said, if you want, this time you can exchange some secret magic knowledge."

"But he is not a benevolent person, and the magic knowledge he brings needs to be reviewed, if you don't feel that you can do it yourself, then don't delay everyone's time."

Wizards who are eager to ask for children, you look at me, I look at you, and they all nodded.

"Wait, is that okay with anything else? I have some secrets of the wizarding world. A little old man said that his family seemed to have been concentrating on business, and that they did not have much knowledge of their own magic.

"Secrets? Do you want to trade someone else's business for a potion? Mr. Weasley looked at him strangely.

"Of course not!"

Seeing the other wizards staring at him with unkind faces, the little old man panicked for a moment.

"I've accumulated a lot of inside information about dark creatures abroad, and I think I can exchange them for them."

The crowd cursed in their hearts. The little old man was a human trafficker, and his ancestors shipped black slaves to Romania and sold them to vampires as rations.

In his generation, he didn't mean to retreat, and a while ago he stretched out his hand to Eastern Europe, and was almost chopped into shame by the Soviet Ministry of Magic.

I don't know if it's too damaging to Yin Virtue to do this, the couple has no children for so many years, and they are about to die, so they are desperate to ask for medicine.

"Then you have to use your magic to swear that your information is accurate. If that Potions Master wasn't interested, I couldn't help it. Mr. Weasley said with nausea.

"I have information about the Dark Lord, okay?" A hooded wizard muffled.

"The Dark Lord? He's been angry for a long time. Mr. Weasley looked embarrassed, "I'm afraid this is not only accurate, but also exclusive." ”

"That's it, the Dark Lord's information is not of much value, and everyone will use his affairs as change."

"If the magical knowledge or intelligence you get at one time is not valuable, let's talk about the number of two more Dark Lords."

The wizards said that this was okay, the Dark Lord's age was not far off, and the pure-blood families had basically done some investigations on him, and some of them had served under him.

Anyway, now that the Dark Lord is dead, sell some information to change the medicine, and keep it for your own home, what's not to do?

Mr. Weasley tried to keep his face from laughing, and as a supporter of Dumbledore, he knew that Voldemort was likely to make a comeback.

But Voldemort's real diehards were either executed back then, or they are still crouching in Azkaban.

Who is still alive and well in the wizarding world, who still believes that Voldemort will return? These people don't show mercy at all.

By the time Voldemort returned, Carnot would be able to establish an intelligence advantage against him that was hard to ignore.

If you study him thoroughly, his behavior will become regular.

Now, the Dream Potion Shop, which had just been renovated and opened, still smelled of it, but the first customer soon came to the door.

The person who came came with a heavy black hood and sneakily swiped his card to enter the door. After sitting down in his chair, he took out a notebook containing the knowledge of magic from his bosom and placed it on the table.

In a flash of silver, the notebook vanished.

About half an hour later, a round sign appeared on the table, and someone came to drip a drop of blood on the sign.

The sign also disappeared in the silver light, and a small vial of the heir potion appeared on the table.

The wizard took the potion and hurried out the back door.

"Did you get it?" A black-robed man with a somewhat bloated figure asked.

"I got it, this time it's still bloodline-bound, and it will only have an effect if someone in our family drinks it." The hooded wizard spoke, and it turned out to be Malfoy.

The last time he bought a bottle at the auction, he bought it at a high price, and he drank it in his stomach at that time. Soon, Narcissa became pregnant.

But a new question immediately arises, the Malfoy family Ding Buwang did not start from his generation, what about Draco's generation?

The last bottle of heir potion almost interrupted the Malfoy family's cash flow, and it couldn't be slowed down for several years. If he did it again, the scale of his family's industry would shrink.

Fortunately, hearing that this time they could exchange magical knowledge and intelligence for potions, the Malfoys did not hesitate to come.

"Shall we come back for some later?" Lucius walked slowly with Nacissa, who had some difficulty moving.

"Anyway, the news of the Dark Lord is useless, so it's better to change two more bottles and save them." Narcissa touched her belly, "At least two children want a bottle from the family." ”

Lucius nodded, and the two left Diagon Alley.

At this time, the second guest had already entered the potion shop.

Soon, there was a long queue at the entrance of the remote potion shop, everyone wearing hoods and not talking to each other. But under the hood, the eyes are all glowing green.

In just one afternoon, more than a dozen people entered the pharmacy. However, not all of them were given potions, and a few who wanted to fish in troubled waters were thrown out of the door.

The method is simple, that chair is also a door key.

The crowd at the door was delighted to hear this. Until six o'clock in the evening, all ten bottles of potions were exchanged, and the Dream Magic Shop closed directly.

At the end, a sign appeared at the door: open in the middle of each month, with limited potions, first-come, first-served, and outdated.

The wizards waiting at the door let out disappointed noises and dispersed. Mr. Weasley, who was secretly observing, couldn't help but sigh.

If the pure-blood families are all cunning snakes, Kano's heir potion is to pinch the seven inches of these poisonous snakes.

Under this seller's market and hunger marketing routine, Kano just wants to peel off their skin, and they will cooperate.

As for the 1,000 Galleons that Mr. Weasley charges for each VIP card, that's a small amount of money.