What's the next class?
"History of Magic."
Vincent decisively chose to skip class.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Prepare some small items."
Somewhat exasperated, Hermione let him disappear down the corridor.
On the fourth floor where the Charms class is located, there is a secret passage leading directly outside Hogsmeade.
Without a doubt, they must have gone here.
To follow or not to follow?
"Hermione, let's go!" Her roommate Parvati waved to her.
"Okay!"
Hermione hesitated for only a moment before deciding to go with the other person to the History of Magic classroom on the second floor.
Hogsmeade may not be as bustling Diagon Alley, but it is small yet complete.
Vincent, dressed in a black robe and wearing a black mask, stopped in front of the only shop that specialized in selling Potions ingredients.
"Two Galleon for each Doxy Venom..."
The items on the discount sign caught his eye.
Making Invisibility Potion requires two very precious materials: one is the Doxy Venom, which cannot be stored for long, and the other is the Acromantula Venom.
It's truly exciting, but it's also truly useless.
He has already mastered the Disillusionment Charm, so the use of the Invisibility Potion is almost nonexistent.
However, the Sense Enhancing Potion also requires the use of Doxy Venom.
"Bell—"
The shop owner was a middle-aged witch.
She didn't seem to mind his all-black outfit. "Welcome! Is there anything I can help you with?"
Vincent looked around the small, cozy shop and pulled out a piece of parchment filled with information about Potions ingredients from his robe.
"Griffin claw powder, lizard blood, frog brains..."
With over twenty different kinds of ingredients, the shop owner immediately flashed a bright smile, "Please wait a moment."
"And the Doxy Venom."
She turned around abruptly, "How many do you need?"
"Two—no, let's make it four."
"We have five in stock."
The shop owner smiled kindly, "How about this, if you buy them all, I can charge you one Galleon less."
"I want both."
It's just a Galleon; Wayne has no shortage of that money.
"OK."
While she was looking through the materials, Vincent noticed the price of the Acromantula Venom.
One pint, 100 Galleon!
He clutched his heart, remembering Hagrid with his thick eyebrows and big eyes.
This rough-looking man, who had been guarding the hunting grounds for many years, turned out to be a real, hidden tycoon.
Not to mention the Acromantula, a single Unicorn Hair costs 10 Galleon.
Let's fleece them! We must fleece them thoroughly!
Do you accept materials here?
The shop owner looked at him with some doubt, "I'll take it, but the price won't be too high."
The choice to maximize profits was Diagon Alley, which was more bustling than this area at the time.
Vincent nodded slightly. "Bartering?"
"OK."
He took the large bag of materials handed to him by the other party. "I was just asking casually—how much is it in total?"
"35 Galleon and 8 Sickle, you can give me 33 Galleon."
This shop owner is savvy!
Vincent, who had taken a liking to the product, immediately decided to sell it there.
However, upon returning to the castle, he regretted it.
The Doxy Venom is indeed genuine, but with its increasingly clear edge outline, it can probably only be stored for another two or three days at most.
"A rip-off!"
If the other materials hadn't been in order, he would have already written to the Ministry of Magic to report it anonymously.
In just two or three days, the success rate is probably less than one in five.
Potions are indeed very expensive.
Snape probably had the financial resources to become Potions Master because he was backed by the Malfoy family.
"Bang—" The first attempt failed as expected.
Just as they were getting through the second session, their three roommates, who had fallen asleep in the History of Magic classroom, returned.
"Vincent, you actually skipped class and didn't even come in—oh, you were brewing Potions?"
As soon as James finished speaking, a dazzling light flashed from the crucible.
"Get down!"
"Bang—"
Vincent waved his wand with practiced ease, "Scourgify."
The Potions that splashed onto the ceiling was all swept into the trash can by the Scouring Charm.
Neville looked up, still shaken. "This—this was terrifying."
"It's nothing, just routine procedure."
Vincent took out a new crucible. "I knew it would explode this time too."
Seeing how skilled he was, Alfred couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "Don't be afraid of failure. You can always start over."
"I will."
Neville, whose bed was right next door, was a little hesitant. "I'll go show Leif around," he said.
"Oh, right!" James pulled Alfred along. "We need to get things sorted out at the club."
"A club? Not after Halloween— "
He suddenly woke up with a start, "Right, right, that classroom is too dirty, we need to call more people to clean it together."
The Club Room for the Owl Club has been decided; it will be located in an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor.
Dumbledore had just made the announcement yesterday when Percy arrived with a large group of Little Lions.
"Go ahead, and remember to say hello for me." Vincent didn't care about their excuse.
Potions, a subject with inherent dangers, can indeed frighten young wizards who have little exposure to it.
Before dinner, the fifth dose of the Doxy Venom was finally dissolved.
He was so grateful that even though one of the materials that was almost expired was successful, he wanted to personally thank Grandpa Merlin for his blessing.
Okay, we'll see when we meet.
Crush a pink, plump Horklump and pour two ounces of juice into the crucible.
"Two circles clockwise, three circles counterclockwise..."
After completing this step, the Potions turns into a very special silvery-white color.
With a gentle wave of the Alder Wand, and after simmering for another five minutes, the heat was turned off, and the Sense Enhancing Potion was successfully brewed.
Vincent divided it into five small bottles.
According to the instructions, a small sip can maintain the effect for half an hour.
"Perfect timing~" He stretched and then restored the somewhat unsightly dormitory to its original state.
As soon as I got down to the first floor, I saw Draco coming up from the dungeon.
Seeing his hesitant expression, Vincent patiently stopped in front of the Great Hall doors.
"Wayne— Wayne— " Draco looked very reluctant.
"You're here to apologize?"
These words clearly provoked him.
"Impossible!"
Vincent squinted and looked him up and down.
The flying broomsticks had already caused the Malfoy family a lot of trouble, and a few days ago they even tried to sow discord among wizards.
The number of Pure-blood and Half-blood individuals is not large to begin with, and not all of them are supporters of the theory of bloodline.
Many people in the Ministry of Magic are Muggle-born, and then there's the added fuel to the fire from their arch-rival Weasley.
This time, Old Malfoy is probably going to have to bleed money again.
"If you don't want to, that's fine too."
"Wait!" Draco called out to Vincent as he pushed open the door.
"Wayne, don't be too happy yet—"
He stood tall, his chest puffed out, under the watchful eyes of countless people inside. "I will definitely defeat you!"
"Your challenge is always welcome." Vincent stepped into the Great Hall. "In any way."
Draco clenched his teeth, his knuckles turning white from gripping his fists so tightly.
An apology? Impossible.
Old Malfoy simply told him to ease tensions between the two sides and not let certain people keep exploiting their family.