Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

After coming out of Ollivander's wand shop, Canaan went to the potion shop to sell the usual refining potions. This is his only reliable source of income now.

"159 gold gallon 39 silver Xike, count you 160 gold." The boss of the potion shop finished counting the potions brought by Canaan and said slowly.

"Why is there more than 20 gold gallons less than before?" Canaan asked. He remembered that the same amount of pharmacy sold more than this number.

"Because you recently sold too many meditation medicaments, and then these medicaments are hoarded in our store and cannot be sold for a while, so you can only reduce the price. You'd better refine some other types of medicaments in the future." Very polite and patiently explained.

"Oh, okay." Canaan shook his head helplessly, and the Meditation Potion was the one with the highest success rate. If other chemicals are refined, even if they can be refined, making money is not as easy as it is now.

Sure enough, there has never been a stable industry. Canaan remembered the title deed that Diran had left him. Should he open a shop in Diagon Alley and become his own boss? Otherwise, he really wants an economic crisis!

"Little guy, didn't you ask about Yuehuacao before?" The boss of the potion shop suddenly stopped Canaan and beckoned to him.

"You have news again?" Canaan stopped and came forward.

"How much is the message fee?" The boss of the magic drug store looked at Canaan with a smile, looking like Qian Yan was open.

"Look at whether your message is true and is of no use to me." Canaan was not Lengqingtou, and said flatly.

"Of course, trading should be a win-win situation." He leaned down, pulled a large wooden box from the counter, and then slowly opened, "I believe you should not refuse this."

In the wooden box, there is a small blue grass with a crescent shape. Sprinkled some red liquid on it, this is a cheap fresh-keeping agent.

"This is Yuehuacao, where did you get it from?" Canaan asked in surprise. This is the first time he has seen this grass.

"It appeared on the French side, and I took a lot of effort to get it." The boss of the potion shop tapped the table gently with his fingers.

"How much do you want?"

"Minimum 500 gold gallons!" He opened the lion.

"It's impossible, without saying that I don't have so much money, and it's not worth the price." Canaan was a little angry, 500 gold gallon is not a small amount, and all the money he has now is only more than 300 gold plus Long.

"How much can you get out?" He stopped tapping on the table, looked at Canaan, and said slowly.

"100 gold, this is already my greatest sincerity, and I don't want to destroy the cooperative relationship between us, and Professor Snape is my mentor!" Canaan slowly spit out the following sentence.

"Professor Snape ... is your mentor, no wonder?" The boss of the potion shop was a little surprised. He stared at Canaan with a serious expression, wanting to see from his eyes whether he was lying.

"If you don't believe it, you can write to him, all the potions I made are done with his help." Canaan continued to pull the tiger skin, a relaxed look.

"I'm not so bored, then I will charge you 80 gold gallons. I really took a lot of relationships to get this grass, and I didn't earn you much." The boss of the magic drug store restored his smiling face and said sincerely. Snape is the largest supplier of supplies in his magic drug store, he can not easily offend.

"Thank you, sir. Then I will accept it." Canaan paid the gold and then took the wooden box and turned to leave the potion shop.

Looking at the background of Canaan's departure, he murmured angrily: "Damn it!"

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"Fortunately, relying on Snape, I can buy this Yuehua grass at a low price, otherwise it is really hard to say." Back in the laboratory, Canaan gently took Yuehua grass out.

This grass is sprinkled with a fresh-keeping agent, which is specially used to prevent the withering of the plant and keep the plant alive. But after being exposed to this agent, the plant can no longer be planted in the soil and continue to grow.

In addition, the price of this red fresh-keeping agent is low, and the fresh-keeping time is not much, which means that Canaan must make Yuehua into Yuehua in a short time, otherwise the activity in the grass will be greatly reduced, and it can no longer be used in the preparation of medicine .

Canaan decided to let Snape help refining the potion. Although he also knew the recipe of Yuehua Elixir, he had never made it. Let Snape help to undoubtedly make it safer.

Quickly wrote a letter to Snape, and packed the moongrass again. Canaan summoned Sindra and asked it to bring these things to Snape.

Next time, Canaan was ready to make a new type of wand.

Within this month, under the guidance of Hoffman, he also produced a large number of magic wands, many of which were unusable due to rough production.

Canaan felt that he underestimated the skill of making rods. Many of the concepts and methods involved in making magic wands not only required understanding but also a lot of practice, and it was not much easier than when he learned alchemy.

Fortunately, Huffman is an extremely patient teacher. With his explanation and help, Canaan really made a few excellent wands. This shocked Huffman. He lived in the portrait for hundreds of years, and had never seen a talented and intelligent wizard like Canaan.

Just made less than a month to make a real finished wand, he felt that the glory of their family might be restored in Canaan.

"Oh, you should first depict several magic arrays with strong magic fluctuations on the wand, and then put the wand core. The wand core is very brittle and easily damaged." Seeing Canaan started to make wands ~ www. wuxiahere.com ~ Huffman suggested with a beard.

"Okay, I know. You are very knowledgeable and proficient in alchemy." Canaan said with his mouth, and his movements were not slow. He was polishing the rough rod carefully.

"Of course, I knew a lot of alchemists when I was alive, and the rod making really needs some knowledge of alchemy." Hoffman was proud, and he liked others to praise him best.

"Do you know Nick Lemay? The maker of the magic stone, the greatest surviving and longest living alchemist." Canaan asked. He felt that Huffman might have intersect with Nick Lemay hundreds of years ago.

"I know him. He was famous only after I died. I have never seen him. His magic stone is too famous." He said slowly: "Although the magic stone can live forever, its side effects are also It ’s very big, I think it ’s still the most important thing. ”

"What side effects?" Canaan asked curiously.

"Pills of magic stones can be used to develop elixir, but if you drink this, you can get the life of immortality, but your body will still age, and then all kinds of organs will fail, taste, hearing, and touch will fail. In the end, even It ’s better to be alive than dead. ”Hoffman explained with a frown, as if he was disgusted by the side effects of the Magic Stone.

"You are not as good as you are now." Canaan murmured in his heart, and he didn't say it. He felt he still wanted to save face for the old man.

Seeing Canaan's eyes, Huffman said, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. We live in paintings differently. This is a very old magic."

"Then tell me." Canaan smiled, and he put down his stick that had been polished.