Young Man

"I think so too," Mr. Delacour said, something that puzzled Albert, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of parchment and handing it to him.

"Hertok told me to give it to you," he said.

Albert took the parchment with suspicion. The handwriting on it did indeed resemble that of Mr. Dagworth. He wondered if he had come to help for the original purpose.

As for what kind of help it would provide, the letter didn't say, because it only contained this one sentence without any context.

Albert glanced at Mr. Delacour, waiting for his explanation.

"Hertok will contact you personally soon," Mr. Delacour said with a smile. "He knows you won't trust a stranger easily. By the way, my name is Adrian Delacour, the younger brother of that helpful Mr. Delacour you mentioned last time. Incidentally, I'm also a pharmacist."

Albert was stunned by what he heard. He looked the man in front of him up and down. He remembered that the Adrian Veela was about the same age as him, while this Mr. Delacour. Adrian Delacour's daughter Louise, was at least four or five years older than him.

Are you sure it's the older brother and not the younger brother? "Is there a problem?" Adrian Delacour noticed the surprise on Albert's face and asked curiously.

"I don't see the rigidity of an apothecary in you," Albert said with a strange expression. There was no way around it; this guy in front of him was just too outrageous, even more so Weasley Twins.

In Albert's memory, most apothecaries were a bit old-fashioned; Snape was the best example, and Mr. Dagworth had a tendency towards that as well.

"Aren't you anything but old-fashioned?" Mr. Delacour blinked. "He'll contact you soon, and if you're interested, you can go and help out. It'll be a great experience."

"I can't leave my family here; they don't French," Albert said, shaking his head in refusal.

"No, no, I don't mean now," Mr. Delacour explained. "We'll meet again. There's a very good cured meat here; you must try it."

Mr. Delacour left with his daughter, leaving the Anderson family bewildered. Albert briefly discussed the topic of their curiosity with his family.

"Do Werewolf really exist in this world?" Nia asked, blinking. Although she had read some of the Wizarding World books Albert had bought, she was still very interested in legendary creatures.

"Yes, there are..."

Albert casually mentioned some things about Werewolf, simply to bluff his way out of it.

Daisy was more curious about the Wizarding World's potions that could make people more beautiful; women are always interested in how to make themselves more beautiful.

"Beauty Potion, a potion that makes people more beautiful and charming. Of course, it's like makeup, you need to drink it often. As for whether there are any side effects from drinking too much, I'm not sure." Albert believed that Potions shouldn't be drunk in large quantities, since all medicines have some degree of toxicity.

Daisy fell silent, considering whether to ask Albert to buy her a bottle to try it out.

No woman doesn't want to be beautiful.

"Ahem!" Herb seemed to have guessed his wife's thoughts and interrupted with a dry cough, "Are you sure it won't cause any problems if you mix all those strange things together and drink it?"

Herb had been to the pharmacy, but he was extremely reluctant to use the ingredients there.

"If you want to become beautiful, you should exercise more, eat healthily, maintain a good mood, and use fewer strange things," Albert said earnestly to Nia.

"If what you say worked, many people would have done it already," Nia said, pursing her lips, clearly not believing Albert's nonsense.

That's because most people can't do it.

"You can't do it, yet you tell us?" Daisy said irritably.

She wavered.

That evening, Albert received a letter from Mr. Dagworth, who had sent him a mirror.

"It's Two-Way Mirror?" Albert looked at the Two-Way Mirror in front of him with great interest.

"What is that?" Nia couldn't help but ask.

"Two-Way Mirror, something like a telephone, allows you to communicate face-to-face through two magical mirrors. Tom, don't turn your butt over, or you'll break the mirror." Albert picked Tom up helplessly. Just like cats like to monopolize the keyboard when others are playing on the computer or perch on books when others are reading, Tom sometimes tries to attract his master's attention in this way when others ignore him.

"That's wonderful! If we have this, we can see each other more often and won't have to write letters anymore," Nia said excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

"The method of making this kind of magic mirror has been lost. There are very few Two-Way Mirror on the market now. I had considered buying a pair before, but unfortunately I can't find them." Albert explained as he moved Tom away, not wanting the fat cat to break the mirror.

The next moment, a voice calling Albert came from the mirror, and then Mr. Dagworth's face appeared in the mirror, a slightly tired face.

Tom was startled and jumped to the side. He then cautiously approached again and scratched at the person in the mirror with his paws.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Dagworth." Albert brushed Tom's paws away so he wouldn't break the mirror.

"It's been a long time, Albert. I heard from Adrian that you went to France."

"Yes, I'm on vacation in France with my family."

"I'm also in France, working with Damocles on his potions. Would you be interested in coming over? I remember you have a real talent for improving potions." As Mr. Dagworth mentioned this, Nia immediately glared at the person in the mirror.

"I'm sorry, I'm currently unavailable, and besides, I heard from Mr. Delacour that you two are involved in a bet."

"It's just a gimmick," Mr. Dagworth explained helplessly. "Damocles has been researching the Wolfsbane Potion for many years, but the results have deviated from his expectations. This potion cannot restore Werewolf; it only keeps them sane during the Full Moon and reduces the pain caused by the Werewolf transformation."

"You want to make Mr. Damocles famous?" Albert asked tentatively.

"He deserves it," Mr. Dagworth said softly. "Damocles put in a lot of effort to invent the Wolfsbane Potion."

"Why didn't Mr. Damocles receive the Merlin Badge and the fame he deserved?" Albert couldn't help but ask.

"Damocles isn't well-known. He tried to promote this potion a few years ago, but failed because the ingredients for the Wolfsbane Potion were too expensive, and the formula wasn't very user-friendly for most apothecaries," Mr. Dagworth sighed softly. "Moreover, the Ministry of Magic doesn't really value Werewolf, which is why things are like this."

"I think I understand!"

"If you're interested, you can come and participate in improving the potion. If you can't come, we can contact each other through the Two-Way Mirror. I'm sure you'll be interested in it." Mr. Dagworth added, "I hope Adrian hasn't caused you any trouble. He likes to play pranks on people, but he doesn't mean any harm. He's actually quite popular."

"Is Mr. Delacour also a pharmacist?"

"He is a pharmacist, I know. You want to say he doesn't seem like one. In fact, when I first met him, I didn't think so either, and most people who know him think so too." Mr. Dagworth looked helpless, but there was no denying that Adrian's skills were quite good.

The face in the mirror disappeared completely.

"That's Mr. Anderson, whom you think so highly of." Damocles had corresponded with Albert, and although he also thought Albert was quite talented, the man's alarming age made him somewhat distrustful.

"Don't underestimate our young friend Albert; he's truly talented in making improvements. Perhaps one of his brilliant ideas will solve a problem that has been bothering you for years." Mr. Dagworth knew that his friend didn't quite trust Albert.

There was nothing that could be done; Albert was simply too young.