Hogwarts Archmage

"I can understand that Harry has a business mind. His family is a shampoo family. I can also understand that Draco has a business mind. The Malfoy family has been passed down for generations, but what I'm curious about is why I don't know how to do business. Obviously Ryan As good as Miley."

After the meal was over and Harry and Draco left, Marne asked his question.

Esther casually wiped his face with a wet wipe: "People will always develop abilities that are useful to themselves...Marn, do you think there is any point in doing business?"

Ma En thought for a while: "It seems that there is really no need..."

"so…"

"But Margaery is still very business-minded."

Margery sighed on the side: "Because I want to make money to hold a wedding for someone...I have to do what I promise."

Hermione, who was busy getting course materials, was a little discouraged: "It seems that I am the only one who doesn't have any talent...whether it's business or something else."

"Stop making trouble, Hermione, study hard, and I will support you in politics in the future." Margaery turned to comfort her.

"But I can't even manage my students well..."

"It's different. Just follow the rules, sir. You are very suitable...Mr. Walder will also agree with my actions."

Listening to a few girls chatting, Ma En took out his pocket watch from his pocket: "Okay, it's almost done. You guys chat first. It's time for me to go find Dumbledore. I still have something to do."

"You wait."

Esther got up and walked upstairs. Not long after, he took down some invitations and a shrink bag and handed them to Ma En: "If you want to go out, just send these important people together, so you don't have to run back and forth. I'll give them all the gifts." You put it in a bag and each gift has a name on it.”

Then he handed over a piece of colored letter paper: "This is the list."

Ma En took a cursory look and said, "You really don't want to go out with me?"

"Hey, go ahead, we have girls' activities for three afternoons..."

"Alright alright…"

Ma En shook his head, stood up and started walking out.

After the three girls watched him go away, they put down what they were doing, packed up the things on the table, got up and left.

They didn't lock the door either. Their destination was the potion workshop next to the black tea house.

On the round stone platform in the center of the workshop was a huge crucible like a pool. There was a moderate flame at the bottom, and the deep red liquid in the pot was bubbling with strings of bubbles.

They stood on three sides of the crucible, and each used a clean scalpel to cut straight from the artery in the wrist to the top of the middle finger. But strangely, not a single drop of blood fell during this process.

The three of them took off their clothes as soon as they entered the door. Taking a deep breath, they walked along the steps and entered the crucible together. They were all about the same height, and the liquid in the pot could just reach their necks. .

The liquid inside is not as hot as it looks, on the contrary, it is somewhat cool.

The incision was made on the hand and continued along the direction of the arteries until it stopped at the heart.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment, the bubbles inside the crucible no longer appeared, and their breathing also paused.

But it didn't last long, just for a moment, their hearts bloomed like flowers, the blood inside gushed out, and the three people's faces quickly lost color.

The liquid in the crucible began to flow crazily down their split chests toward their hearts, replenishing their blood and lost life.

Their blood did not mix with these liquids, and the moment it surged out, it gathered towards a small crucible in the center of the three people, and evaporated most of it during the gathering process, leaving only some milky white liquid to enter. in.

As they lost more than two-thirds of their own blood, the normal-sized crucible was also filled.

Margery feebly patted a pattern next to the large crucible, and the red liquid quickly repaired the hearts, blood vessels, muscles, and skin of the three people.

Then the remaining liquid melted into their bodies along their skin, making up for more than half of the lost blood that was contaminated with their own scent.

As the liquid at the bottom gradually dried up, the huge crucible suddenly split into three pieces, and the three little witches threw it to the ground, leaving only a small silver crucible still standing on the fire.

The three of them stood up and put on their clothes. Hermione complained: "I told you at the beginning that you should put something under this. The breath extraction did not kill me. This broken pot almost killed me."

"I'm afraid if the fire below sets this place on fire, we'll be in big trouble."

Margery put the last piece of clothing on her shoulders, walked to the side and took out a test tube containing milky white liquid, walked to the small crucible, and poured the liquid inside.

"What's this?" Hermione asked.

Margery threw the empty test tube into the trash can, turned around and said, "You should ask Esther about this question. She knows this stuff better and she sees it almost every day."

Hermione didn't ask, she blushed...

"Well...it seems you know..."

Aster teased a few words with a smirk on his face, and the three of them turned and walked outside.

As they walked, Esther asked, "How long will the potion last?"

"For a long, long time, I hope to succeed. The magic stone has been almost consumed." Margaery sighed as she spoke: "And we don't have a second chance."

"I wonder why you insisted on waking him up."

Hermione obviously also knew some inside information, she asked curiously.

"If he doesn't wake up, sooner or later this place will become a landmark, and by then just the pilgrims can easily kill the entire world because of their carelessness..."

"But if he wakes up..." Esther hesitated a little, not knowing what to say next.

"Don't worry, Ma En is not that kind of person. At least, he won't throw away ours easily... Esther, come on, give him some children."

Esther rolled her eyes: "I'm not a Weasley, I have my limits, okay..."

"I can prepare some potions for you...which can greatly enhance your physique..."

"Better say goodbye...I don't want to have eight hundred children. Your potions are always too powerful..."

Hermione next to her sighed: "Can you guys talk about health? I'm still a minor... Don't compare Marn to me. He has a very special physique..."

"It's a girl, not a child. Hermione, you are already 16 years old."

"It's okay, you're all eighteen."

Margaery and Esther looked at each other, and at the same time stretched out their hands to attack the itchy flesh under her ribs.

"Help, I was wrong..."