Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

The potion exuded a strange smell, which was still fresh in Albert's memory, like a mixture of canned herring and chicken manure, not to mention how disgusting it was.

"Ugh--" Albert couldn't bear it. He steeled himself, took out a bottle of Variety, and poured it into the crucible.

"No, Albert, it's still very smokey, increase the dose!" Sander came out of the suitcase and covered his nostrils with his wings.

Albert added another bottle of Variety to it, which finally weakened the "ecstasy" smell in the air.

"It is worthy of the whispers of the ancient gods. I haven't drunk it yet. The taste alone is half the purpose." Albert put the potion into a transparent small bottle with a traceless stretching spell and sealed it tightly.

Unfortunately, there was no mouse experiment. Albert wanted to see how effective this new potion was.

Peter Pettigrew is a good candidate, but Albert is afraid, what if the effect of the potion is too strong, Peter Pettigrew's brain becomes confused, and Voldemort cannot be resurrected?

Albert clenched the glass bottle in his hand, damn it!

Not being able to use such a good magic potion is like not returning home with wealth, or like walking in brocade at night.

There was no living thing around, except... Thunderbird Xander, who was holding his nose next to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you thinking about something bad? If you can, turn off Occlumency!" Sander said.

Albert sneered, "How could that be? You are my closest partner, how could I have bad intentions?"

Until the end, Albert still couldn't find a suitable candidate to test the potion, so he unfortunately put the potion back in the small cabinet of the suitcase.

For the next period, until Christmas, Albert kept to himself.

Peter Pettigrew suspected that Albert had been cast by the Imperius Curse and did not use him for experiments, but he continued to run every day.

Sirius Black was now full of flesh, and his body gradually changed from thin to strong, and gradually became a little fat. He did nothing all day long, just lying outside the Shrieking Shack and waiting.

Professor McGonagall was shocked that Albert had not deducted points from Gryffindor for a long time, so she was even more relieved.

Hermione and Albert regularly went to Mrs. Puddiff's Teahouse in Hogsmeade every weekend, and then went to Albert's house. Albert taught Hermione the precautions for refining the elixir.

It is worth mentioning that in the ancient runes class, Professor Gorshak led the students to analyze some magic patterns of magic spells. For convenience, Professor Gorshak even temporarily compiled a [-]-word textbook in three days. .

Finally, on Christmas day, Albert put the prepared elixir into small bottles and gave them to his friends and teachers.

Of course, there are "ten dou" in a pot of elixir, Hermione has "four dou" and the others share "two dou".

There are also "four buckets", of course I keep them for myself!

Lucius Malfoy sent him a letter, sincerely inviting him to Malfoy Manor again. The letter also contained a small bag of precious potion raw materials, the kind that could not be bought on the market.

The owl also carries a silver crutch, which Mr. Malfoy explains in the letter is a portkey.

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Seeing how sincere Mr. Malfoy was, Albert decided to take a trip.

The moment he touched the door key, Albert felt a hook in his belly button, catching him and flying to an unknown place.

The landing place was the gate of Malfoy Manor, where Lucius, the patriarch of the Malfoy family, had been waiting for a long time.

Perhaps due to long-term fatigue, part of old Malfoy's hair turned gray, wrinkles appeared on his serious face, and the corners of his eyes drooped, as if he had aged overnight, and was very different from when Albert first met. .

"It turns out to be Mr. Klein. Some people are not welcomed at a distance, and some are not welcomed at a distance."

"Haha, Mr. Malfoy, you're welcome."

The two shook hands, and next to Lucius stood a short figure with huge fan ears, a pointed nose, and protruding eyeballs.

"That's my house elf, his name is Dobby." Lucius saw Albert's eyes falling on the house elf and introduced him.

Lucius took Albert to the living room. The decoration here was very luxurious, revealing the luxury of the Malfoy family.

"This was bought from a down-and-out wizard noble family during my grandfather's time..." Lucius took Albert to visit his castle and introduced him to the decorations in the house.

Albert's hand was retracted in his sleeve, holding the wand, and with a slight tap, a faint "disturbing" magic pattern was born in the void, trembled slightly, and quickly disappeared.

"Why don't you go and cook!" Lucius kicked Dobby hard, then turned to smile at Albert, "I'm making you laugh, Mr. Klein, this Dobby is very unpleasant." It's obedient, but the food it cooks still tastes good..."

Albert nodded, "Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Malfoy, what's the reason you called me here?"

The two sat down. Lucius heard Albert's words with an unchanged fake smile on his face, but his face still stiffened.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Klein. As far as I know, Mr. Klein is young and promising. He opened a potion workshop at a young age..."

Albert nodded, ignoring the green tea that Dobby brought, noncommittal.

Lucius's face twitched, and he continued with a flattering tone: "Perhaps you don't know yet, but the Malfoy family is also in the potion business."

"I know." Albert said.

"Uh-" Lucius' expression froze, and his words were stuck in his throat, but he was an old man and an old fox, and he quickly adjusted his expression.

"Ahahaha, Mr. Klein, you just like to joke!"

"Now that you know everything... the Malfoy family has been immersed in the field of potions for many years and has many channels at home and abroad in the UK. Whether it is purchase channels or sales channels, the Malfoy family can definitely provide assistance to your industry. "

Lucius kept his attitude very low. The local potion industry is the root of the Malfoy family. Now that this root has been poached by the seemingly harmless little wizard in front of him, it cannot be underestimated.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate, I will only charge a 15% channel fee for your potion through my channels."

In order for the Malfoy family to still prosper, he decided to cooperate with this little wizard. He did not believe that this little wizard could resist this temptation.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think you are wrong. Our AK potion is already exploring overseas markets. A few days ago, my manager Hilbert had a very pleasant conversation with the French Minister of Magic."

"10%." Lucius gritted his teeth and choked out the words, "You know, it takes time to develop channels, and my 10% can save you a lot of time.

Furthermore, through my connections at the Ministry of Magic, I can reduce customs duties on your products, including the import costs of materials. "

If Lucius hadn't had the confidence now, he wouldn't have been so humble and conceding.

"Sounds great, but I have two more conditions."

"This..." Lucius hesitated. He had already given in. He didn't expect that Albert was so greedy.

"Hey, you first listen to my conditions and then decide whether to agree or not." Albert leaned close to Lucius and whispered:

"Mr. Malfoy, you don't want others to know about the diary, do you?"