Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously intrigued by Regulus's nasty look.

He straightened up a little, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then said slowly: "Guess the potion? You can't stump me."

After saying this, he touched his chin with pretended seriousness and began to analyze the possibilities of various potions seriously.

Regulus sat opposite him, holding a cigarette in his hand and puffing away smoke. There was a malicious smile on his face, as if he was expecting Sebastian to make a fool of himself.

"First, we can rule out hair growth potions and beauty potions." Sebastian paused slightly and glanced at Regulus meaningfully.

"Although these potions are effective and meet the needs of those congressmen and their wives, the problem is that these potions can last for at least a month after drinking them once, so the consumption must be small."

Regulus raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to agree with what Sebastian said. He did not interrupt, still patiently waiting for the other party to continue his analysis.

"Then what?" Sebastian's tone gradually became relaxed, with a hint of teasing in the corners of his eyes. "The joy potion and the dreamless sleeping potion are possible."

"Those congressmen are under great pressure all day long. Anxiety and insomnia are common. They must have consumed a lot of these two drugs."

Regulus didn't say anything, still smiling at Sebastian, the expression of "you're still a little bit hot" on his face becoming more and more obvious.

Seeing this, Sebastian crossed his arms, raised his head slightly, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"However, judging from your expression, the answer must be more than that."

"As for the White Fresh Essence and those other healing potions," Sebastian shook his head slightly, "their consumption is too low and they are totally inappropriate for the scene, so there is no need to mention them anymore."

"So, there is only one answer in the end." Sebastian raised his lips, his eyes shining with confidence, "That is the 'little blue bottle' brewed according to Severus's prescription!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Regulus finally couldn't help laughing out loud, stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration: "Great! You guessed it all!"

Sebastian waved his hand casually, looking as if it was nothing worth mentioning.

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

After all, since the launch of the little blue bottle, it has quickly become popular throughout the wizarding world. Sales have soared, and the market is in short supply, which is unmatched by any other magic potion.

Swan Alchemy's potion department is now operating at full capacity all day, and the employees are receiving generous overtime pay.

The delivery owl was so tired that its wings were about to break.

In order to speed up delivery, Swann Alchemy also set up an extra-large self-pickup cabinet at the Hogsmeade branch.

From vitality tonics to little blue bottles, each potion is packaged with extreme discreetness, ensuring that customers can take their medicine openly without worrying about others seeing what they are buying.

To be honest, based on the current consumption rate, Sebastian always feels that the magic world will usher in a wave of birth frenzy within one to two years.

Anyway, there will be no shortage of students in the wizard kindergarten and wizard primary school.

Suddenly, Regulus spoke up, interrupting Sebastian's thoughts.

"By the way, the pharmaceutical factory has been built, and all the formalities have been prepared by many congressmen. After the New Year, we will recruit workers and start the industrial production of the little blue bottle?"

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

"Using industrial production in this case, the quality of the potion is likely to be reduced."

Reduced quality?

If the price is lowered further, Muggles will flock to it.

As far as Sebastian knew, the Muggle little blue pill wouldn't be approved for marketing until 1998, so this field was a blue ocean right now.

Therefore, the key to the little blue bottle is to expand production to occupy the market.

This is a multi-billion dollar market, and the sooner you start, the sooner you can make money.

Sebastian immediately made the decision: "Start work, we must start work. This is a critical moment for Little Blue Bottle to occupy the market."

"You remember that it was pointed out in the advertisement that our little blue bottle contains extracted animal and plant essences and has no side effects on the human body."

“It will definitely be popular all over the world by then.”

To be honest, the reason why the little blue bottle could be put into industrial production was all thanks to Snape's superb skills in potion making, which streamlined the brewing steps to the extreme.

During the entire brewing process, you only need to pay attention to three potion reactions, so even if the quality is reduced, it will not drop significantly.

With the investment in technology, Snape made a fortune and became much richer. He went to Sebastian every day to order various precious potion materials.

"Of course," Sebastian added immediately with a smile.

"Compared to hand-brewed by wizards, the quality is lower, but we can define them as standard editions and open them to Muggles all over the world."

"As for the hand-brewed potion, we can call it the Platinum Edition, which is specially provided to those Muggle friends with status and position, such as those members of parliament."

"This way, the MPs will know that they are using high-quality products, which will better satisfy their superior mentality."

Having said that, Sebastian sat up straight and explained with a serious expression.

"By the way, let me remind you one more thing. When distributing potions, remember to distinguish between relatives and strangers. Only those who have signed a magic contract are your own people."

"Even if they are our own people, other than Christmas gifts, don't let those congressmen get any potions too easily."

"And let them pay for it. The more expensive the price, the more they will value it."

"You have to let them know that it is not easy for you to obtain these potions. You have to let them ask you for the potions instead of offering them to them."

What the congressmen needed were potions and the wizarding connections behind Regulus, while what Regulus and Sebastian needed were opportunities to show favor to these congressmen.

Only in this way can the relationship of gratitude and the relationship of subordination be made clear.

You have to know that these congressmen are all very ambitious. If you take the initiative to provide it to them, you may gain some gratitude at the beginning.

But as time went on, they would just take it for granted that those potions were what they deserved, and that they were the share that Regulus should pay in exchange for currying favor with them.

Therefore, these legislators must be made clear that they are the ones who are asking others for favors.

"Haha..." Regulus laughed heartily, "After all, I have been in the Muggle world for so many years, so I still know how to handle this bit of social etiquette."

"I'll do the work, so you can rest assured!"

Seeing that Regulus understood the stakes, Sebastian nodded slightly.

Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked Regulus.

"You knew about Sirius's prison break, right?"

"Yes," Regulus' expression darkened, "I saw his wanted poster on the news a long time ago."

"You are really capable of escaping from Azkaban."

"Why are you mentioning that guy? Did you catch him?"

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

"For your sake, I didn't touch him, even though my relationship with him was indeed very bad."

"In addition, I discovered something. That is, Sirius is probably innocent."

"Do you have any ideas?"