Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly, clearly intrigued by Regulus's cheeky gaze.

He straightened up a bit, picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and then said slowly, "Guess the potion? You can't stump me with that."

With that, he pretended to be serious, stroking his chin as he earnestly analyzed the possibilities of various potions.

Regulus, on the other hand, sat opposite him, a cigarette between his fingers, constantly puffing out smoke rings. A mischievous smile hung on his face, as if anticipating Sebastian making a fool of himself.

"First, we can rule out Hair-Raising Potion and Beautification Elixir," Sebastian paused slightly, glancing meaningfully at Regulus.

"Although these potions have significant effects and would suit the needs of those council members and their wives, the problem is that one dose lasts at least a month, so the consumption is bound to be small."

Regulus raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, seemingly agreeing with Sebastian's words. He didn't interrupt, still patiently waiting for the other party to continue his analysis.

"And then," Sebastian's tone gradually became lighter, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Euphoria Elixir and Dreamless Sleep Potion are possible."

"Those council members are under a lot of pressure every day, and anxiety and insomnia are common occurrences. The consumption of these two potions must be considerable."

Regulus didn't speak, still smiling as he looked at Sebastian, the expression on his face that said, 'You're not quite there yet,' becoming more and more obvious.

Seeing this, Sebastian crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"However, judging by your expression, the answer is definitely not that simple."

"As for Essence of Dittany and other healing potions," Sebastian shook his head gently, "the consumption is too low, it doesn't fit the scene at all, so there's no need to mention them."

"So, the final answer is only one," Sebastian's lips curved into a smile, his eyes flashing with confident light, "and that is the 'Little Blue Pill' brewed according to Severus's recipe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Regulus finally couldn't help but laugh, reaching out his hand to give a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration: "Not bad! You even guessed that!"

Sebastian casually waved his hand, revealing an expression that said it was not worth mentioning.

In fact, for Sebastian, this guessing game was not difficult at all.

After all, since its launch, the Little Blue Pill had quickly swept across the entire magical world. Sales soared, and demand exceeded supply, something that no other potion could match.

The potion department of Swan Alchemy was now working at full capacity every day, and the employees were getting overtime pay until their hands were cramping.

The delivery owls were so tired that their wings were about to break.

To speed up delivery, Swan Alchemy had also set up a huge self-pickup locker in the Hogsmeade branch.

From invigorating tonics to the Little Blue Pill, each potion was packaged extremely discreetly, ensuring that customers could pick up their medicine generously without worrying about others seeing what they were buying.

Honestly, according to the current rate of consumption, Sebastian always felt that the magical world would usher in a wave of births within one to two years.

In any case, wizarding kindergartens and wizarding elementary schools would not lack students.

Suddenly, Regulus interrupted Sebastian's thoughts.

"By the way, the potion factory has been built, and various procedures have long been prepared by many council members. Should we start recruiting workers and put the Little Blue Pill into industrial production after the New Year?"

"Sebastian, you should know that brewing potions is a delicate job, and the reaction time of each potion is different during the brewing process."

"Using industrial production in this situation, the quality of the potion is likely to decrease."

Decrease in quality?

Even if the quality decreases, Muggles will still flock to it.

As far as Sebastian knew, Muggles' blue pills would not be licensed until 1998, and this field was currently a blue ocean.

Therefore, the key to the Little Blue Pill was to expand production to occupy the market.

This was a multi-billion dollar market, and starting early meant making money early.

Sebastian immediately made a decision: "Start work, we must start work, this is the key moment for the Little Blue Pill to occupy the market."

"Remember to point out in the advertisement that our Little Blue Pill is extracted from plant and animal essences and has no side effects on the human body."

"It will definitely become a global hit by then."

To be honest, the reason why the Little Blue Pill could be put into industrial production was entirely due to Snape's superb potion skills, which simplified the brewing process to the extreme.

During the entire brewing process, you only need to pay attention to three potion reactions, so even if the quality decreases, it won't drop too much.

Relying on his technology shares, Snape made a fortune, and his whole person became much more generous, ordering various precious potion ingredients from Sebastian every day.

"Of course," Sebastian smiled slightly, immediately adding.

"Compared to wizard's manual brewing, although the quality is somewhat reduced, we can define them as the standard version and open them to Muggles all over the world."

"As for manually brewed potions, we can call them the Platinum Edition, exclusively for those Muggle friends with status and status, such as those council members."

"In this way, those council members will know that they are using high-end goods, which can better satisfy their superior mentality."

Speaking of this, Sebastian sat up straight, his face solemnly instructing.

"By the way, let me remind you of one more thing, when distributing potions, remember to treat people differently, only those who have signed a magical contract are our own people."

"Even for our own people, except for Christmas gifts, don't let those council members get any kind of potion too easily."

"And make them pay for what they should pay for. The more expensive the price, the more they will cherish it."

"You have to let them know that it is not easy for you to obtain these potions. You have to make them take the initiative to ask you for medicine, instead of actively providing it to them."

What the council members needed was the potion and the wizarding relationship behind Regulus, while what Regulus and Sebastian needed was the opportunity to bestow favors on these council members.

Only in this way can the relationship of gratitude and the subordinate relationship be clarified.

You must know that these council members are all arrogant. If you actively provide them with these things, you may initially receive some gratitude.

But over time, they will just take it for granted that those potions are what they should get, and that it is Regulus's share to curry favor with them.

Therefore, these council members must be made aware that they are the ones asking for help.

"Haha--" Regulus laughed heartily, "I've been working in the Muggle world for so many years, I still know how to handle this kind of human interaction."

"When I do things, you can rest assured!"

Seeing that Regulus understood the stakes, Sebastian nodded slightly.

Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked Regulus.

"You know about Sirius Black's escape from prison, right?"

"I know," Regulus's expression sank, "I saw his wanted order in the news a long time ago."

"He's really capable, escaping from Azkaban."

"What's the point of mentioning that guy for no reason? Did you catch him?"

Sebastian said slowly: "No, but I did find a clue."

"For your sake, I didn't move him, although my relationship with him is indeed very bad."

"In addition, I also found something. That is, Sirius Black is likely to be innocent."

"Do you have any thoughts?"