Chapter 303 Blake: Prosthetic Limb? No, I'm Going To Give You A Real Set

Chapter 303 Blake: Prosthetic Limb? No, I'm Going To Give You A Real Set

"Hello, my name is Church Wright and I'm from England.

"Oh, you may not recognize me, but..."

"I work for Blake Green."

Wright is short and chubby, but he always has a friendly smile on his face.

When people first look at it, they will feel friendly.

It is precisely because of his lovable personality and eloquence.

Only then would Blake send him to find Mr. Delacour to discuss cooperation.

Mr. Delacour also speaks some English.

So, when I heard that this man worked for the boy named Blake.

It suddenly dawned on me.

Grindelwald asked the Daily Prophet to publicize Blake's deeds.

Of course it won't be promoted in just one place in the UK.

Basically, he spread the word wherever the Daily Prophet covered it.

Therefore, Mr. Delacour had naturally seen this surprising news in the newspaper.

The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

Life extension potion......

For such a young man who thinks he is extremely talented.

Mr. Delacour was still deeply impressed.

Of course...if he didn't have an inexplicable and complicated relationship with his two daughters...

That’s perfect……

To be honest, compare it to the life-extending magic potion.

If it weren't for the long distance.

Mr. Delacour wanted to buy a bottle and try it.

After taking Wright into the living room and sitting down.

Mr. Delacour said: "Are you here to discuss cooperation?"

When Wright heard this, the smile on his face suddenly became more friendly.

This conversation is great, the other party understands what you mean without even saying anything.

"Aha, now that you know my purpose of coming, you must also have a certain understanding of life-extending potions, so... I wonder if you have such willingness to cooperate?"

When Wright saw that the other party was also a smart man, he stopped hiding it.

Let’s talk about it directly.

If the other party is not interested in cooperation at all, then you can call it a day without having to come up with your own plan.

"After the life-extending potion was released, we have received a lot of positive feedback. To be honest, I can't find any reason to refuse your cooperation." Mr. Delacour said.

"But... these are all hearsay. It would be nice if... I could actually see this kind of magic potion."

Wright immediately took out a small bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Mr. Delacour, look, this is a small bottle of high-quality life-extending potion."

"You can give it a try."

In Green's Potion Store, life-extending potions are divided into two types: high-quality and ordinary.

The ordinary one only costs 3 gold galleons a bottle.

The high-quality ones cost 1,500 gold galleons a bottle!

Blake has long confessed this to the public.

No one dared attack Blake on the matter either.

After all, ordinary medicine is also very effective, and it only costs 3 gold galleons.

An ordinary bottle of joy potion costs 20 gold galleons a bottle!

This 3 gold galleons bottle is quite effective. What else can you say?

Moreover, this kind of magic potion can delay aging and even increase vitality.

How can the cost be low?

In addition to expensive potion materials, you also have to calculate the probability of failure in brewing the potion!

You know, the more powerful the magic potion, the more abnormal it is.

The more complicated the refining process, the lower the success rate.

After all this calculation, Blake basically worked for nothing...

If anyone has the nerve to attack Blake on this issue.

Then he himself will be drowned in saliva first.

Mr. Delacour took the bottle of potion in surprise.

Not a whole bottle though.

But...this is a potion worth fifteen hundred gold galleons.

Such a small bottle as a sample is already very generous!

I really want the other party to bring over a whole bottle as a sample.

Even Mr. Delacour himself couldn't say it.

Wright said: "The life-extending potion has been on sale for several days."|| "

"So far, no one has reported any side effects."

“The feedback I have received so far is all positive for this life-extending potion.

Mr. Delacour looked at the vial in his hand and without hesitation, he directly tested the medicine himself.

Everyone is not stupid.

Especially those rich pure-blood families...

I heard that only 20 bottles of high-quality life-extending potions are supplied every day, and they are all bought up by those pure-blood families every day.

If there is a problem with this potion, it is impossible for one of them to come out to find fault.

When Mr. Delacour opened the bottle cap, he smelled a strong scent of vegetation.

(In order to prevent the smell of life-extending potions sold before and after being inconsistent, Blake has to use a magic spell to change the smell of every bottle of potion, even the high-quality ones, into a herbaceous one.

...)

Mr. Delacour saw Wright looking at him longingly.

So he poured the potion directly into his mouth.

"DS...."

Just in an instant, Mr. Delacour felt the change.

After a busy day, my body was slightly tired, but now I felt energetic again.

Moreover, Mr. Delacour obviously feels that his body has become younger!

This is just the therapeutic effect of a small bottle...

If it were a complete bottle of high-quality life-extending magic potion, its effects would be so exaggerated!

When Wright saw Mr. Delacour's comfortable expression.

That's when I knew it was done.

Sure enough, after Mr. Delacour came back to his senses in the comfortable feeling of getting better.

He said slightly apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Wright. This potion is really effective, so..."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Delacour, it's an honor for us that people like our potion.

"So... this cooperation..."

"Don't worry, we will start discussing specific cooperation matters now. If it is this kind of magic potion, our Delacour family is willing to give in..."

"That's great!"

"Hey, Blake is indeed a good boy...

Just when the two were about to take out the cooperation plan and discuss it in detail.

"Dad, I hear someone here talking about Blake?"

I saw Gabrielle standing at the door holding a big baby like a piece of pink and jade.

Mr. Delacour was softened.

but…………

"Are you talking about Blake? Is he here?"

Gabrielle asked and began to look around the living room.

Looks like Blake will hide behind the pillar to surprise her

Then Mr. Delacour's cheerful mood turned less cheerful.

He suddenly felt that Blake wasn't that good after all!

"Five hundred gold galleons in total."

Inside the Bock and Bock store.

Bock was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and squinting at the pile of things in front of him.

Lucius gritted his teeth and looked at Burke.

"Don't look at me like that, Lucius, we are also old acquaintances."

"But, these things of yours are really not worth so much."

Lucius gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you give me more?"

"Based on the estimate, it's up to four hundred gold galleons."

"If it weren't for our friendship, I wouldn't have given you five hundred gold galleons.

Bock looked at Lucius with a smile and said.

The look on his face made Lucius itch with hatred.

I was inspected a lot by that bastard Arthur.

He was anxious to get rid of the dark magic items in his hands.

As a result, the bastard Bock didn't know where he got the news.

He actually reduced the price of his items worth thousands of gold galleons to five hundred gold galleons!

This is simply too deceiving!

"I won't sell it anymore!" Lucius put away those things and prepared to leave.

Bock looked unconcerned and said lightly: "Please do as you please, Lucius..."

"Friendly reminder, there is no other place in the UK that can receive so many...'good things' in one go, except here." "

"Of course, you can also take the risk and try other countries."

"But...you have to solve the problem of how to bring so many 'good things' out of the country."

Lucius was so angry that he turned around and left.

He would rather throw away all these things than take advantage of the bastard in front of him.

B......

Narcissa suddenly rushed in from outside the store.

He directly grabbed the pile of 'good things' from Lucius' hand.

Without saying a word, he threw it on Bock's table.

"Take a thousand gold galleons, otherwise we would rather throw these things away."

Uh..." Bo was startled by this woman's aura, "If you can't do one thousand, I'll give you at most seven hundred gold galleons."

"make a deal!"

"Um?"

Of course, I still lost seven hundred gold galleons.

So Lucius looked unhappy.

Narcissa gave him a hard look.

"What's so reluctant about it? Please! Just forget about that time in the past!"

"When are you going to get out of the mire of the past?"

"Think more about Draco!"

Lucius gritted his teeth, and then took the purse containing seven hundred gold galleons from Bock's hand.

He turned around and pulled his wife out of the Bock and Bojin store.

If you want to clear your name, clean it completely. This is Narcissa's idea.

Since you said that the Dark Lord back then had nothing to do with black magic.

So what do you do with these dark magic items?

Staying away from the whirlpool, living a peaceful life, and raising Draco with peace of mind was the life Narcissa wanted to pursue.

"You know what? Blake, I'm planning to retire at the end of this semester."

"I have submitted my application to Professor Dumbledore."

Professor Kettleburn was drinking a glass of wheat wine while talking to Blake with a blushing face.

Blake, on the other hand, was holding a glass of butterbeer and listening quietly.

"All my life I have loved dangerous creatures..."

"As a result, I am now left with only one arm and half a leg... However, I don't regret it at all.

"As the saying goes, love is life!"

"But...I am indeed getting older. I can feel that I am about to become immobile."

"It's unimaginable...if one day I can't move anymore and can only lie in bed (Wang Zhao), what a terrible feeling it will be..."

"But...thanks to your life-extending potion, Blake. I feel like I can bounce around for a few more years!"

"So... although next year... when you can take Care of Magical Creatures as an elective, I will no longer be your professor."

"It's very regrettable, but...life is about tossing!"

"Besides, you don't need me to teach you about magical animals, do you?"

...I plan to go to the Fire Dragon Activity Area to play in the remaining days. "

"Ah... huge wings, charming eyes, blazing flames... what a group of lovely creatures, aren't they?"

At this point, Professor Kettleburn was already a little drunk.

His eyes were full of longing for the exciting life in the future.

Blake took a sip of butterbeer.

"What a pity... I was looking forward to teaching your class..."

"But...since you have decided, then I will bless you...by the way, I just prepared a gift for you."

"I think you can definitely use it."

Professor Kettleburn smiled and said: "It won't be a set of magical wooden prosthetics, right?"

"If so, I think you may need to change the gift, because Dumbledore promised to give me a new set of prosthetic limbs."

Blake smiled and looked at Professor Kettleburn who laughed heroically.

"My gift is actually similar. But...it's not a prosthetic limb.

"What if it's not a prosthetic limb?" Professor Kettleburn asked with a smile.

"If it's not fake, then of course it's true!".