Pippin didn't even blink as he watched George and Fred pull out Potions.
It's no wonder he looked down on him.
Although Hogwarts has many students, few excel in Potions.
Most of the Potions the students sold him were of questionable quality.
Many of them can only be described as barely passable, or simply not enough to kill anyone.
George and Fred had already attended Hogwarts for several years, and Pippin was quite familiar with them.
But what good Potions can two fourth-grade wizards possibly make?
And these two Weasley are like two Bludger...
I'd believe it if you told me they could blow up Hogwarts.
They say they can make high-level Potions?
Hahahaha!
Pippin watched them listlessly, thinking, "I'll just haggle down the price and get rid of them later."
George and Fred took out two bottles of Hemostatic Healing Potion and placed them on the counter.
A lantern on the counter shone its light on the bottle.
The light shone through the bottle, casting a faint glow on the red medicine inside, with wisps of light filtering through. These rays converged on the counter, resembling an intricate map.
Pippin had only glanced at it casually at first, but his eyes widened instantly.
Its color is like blood, its consistency like syrup, yet it allows light to pass through.
Undoubtedly perfect quality!
Perfect, absolutely perfect!
Pippin had run Potions in Hogsmeade for many years. Although his Potions- making skills might not be that high, he was almost never wrong in judging the quality of various Potions.
He was certain that these two bottles of Hemostatic Healing Potion were of perfect quality.
This could sell for 7 Galleon on the market.
"Could it be Professor Snape who did it?" Pippin wondered.
Looking at the two bottles of beautifully colored Hemostatic Healing Potion, Pippin instinctively wanted to stand up, pick them up, and examine them closely.
But his businessman's nature made him patient and he remained unmoved.
If you overdo it, you won't be able to negotiate a lower price.
His hands, hidden under the counter, gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, forcibly suppressing his impulse.
After glancing at it casually, Pippin looked away, feigning nonchalance, and said, "Hemostatic Healing Potion? The quality is alright, I'll charge you three and a half Galleon per bottle."
George didn't speak, but turned to look at Fred beside him.
Fred, understanding perfectly, winked at him at a peculiar frequency.
It was their secret code.
You can tell what someone wants to say just by blinking.
The only drawback is that it cannot be used over long distances.
George: [Something's off with this guy.]
Fred: [I can tell, Silan's Potions are definitely more expensive than this.]
George: [Play with him?]
Fred: [Okay.]
The exchange is complete.
George and Fred simultaneously reached out, took the Potions from the counter, and stuffed it into their pockets.
"That's so cheap!"
George shook his head angrily, "This is Potions made by Professor Snape!"
He is deliberately trying to Confundus Charm.
Anyway, Silan was taught by Snape.
Rounding up, these Potions could be considered as having been made by Professor Snape himself.
Seeing that the two of them were about to leave with Potions and that Snape was mentioned, Pippin immediately became uneasy.
Did Professor Snape really do it?
His earlier suspicions were suddenly confirmed, Pippin stood up in a flustered and disorganized manner.
In the Wizarding World, there are only a handful of people who can be called Potions Master, and Snape is one of them. Even though he has an eccentric temper and charges high prices, people still flock to him every year to buy Potions.
"If it really was Snape who made the Potions, then even if the price is a bit high, we can still make a profit."
"After all, there's no worry about sales."
In a short moment, countless ideas flooded Pippin's mind.
After figuring it out, he decisively raised the price. "Four Galleon per bottle, I'll take as many as you have!"
"Still too cheap!" George said without turning his head.
Fred sighed repeatedly, "Let's go."
"I heard a new Potions opened nearby. He might be interested in the Potions Professor Snape makes."
"Don't go!" Pippin continued to raise the price, "Four and a half Galleon. That's the most I can offer..."
"At this price, I'm not making any profit at all..."
Unfortunately, such platitudes were of no use to shrewd people like George and Fred.
Seeing the shopkeeper rushing after them, they knew that these Potions were definitely worth more than that.
"Sigh, let's go, let's go."
"Professor Snape's Potions only sell for 4 Galleon? Is that how you treat a beggar?" George chimed in, deliberately drawing out Snape's name.
Fred shook his head repeatedly.
"Yeah, if we sell it at this price, we might get scolded when we get back."
"Don't go! Don't go! The price is negotiable!"
Pippin was now truly panicked.
He waved his wand, closed the shop door, squeezed between them, and spread his arms to block them. "Don't rush, you two Mr. Weasley."
"We're all neighbors, the price is negotiable."
Pippin gritted his teeth and offered a high price.
"Five Galleon! How about five Galleon?"
His tone was almost pleading. "Gentlemen, please have mercy. This price is really high. The market price for Hemostatic Healing Potion is five Galleon."
"I'm already losing money!"
"That's not quite right," George said with a grin. "The fact that you can offer this price means you can still make a profit."
Pippin's expression froze for a moment, then he forced a smile and said, "You won't earn much."
George and Fred reluctantly pleaded with him for a few more minutes before finally giving him the Hemostatic Healing Potion.
Pippin carefully examined the 20 bottles of Hemostatic Healing Potion they had brought out.
The quality was found to be very stable.
And almost all of them are of perfect quality.
This, in turn, puzzled Pippin.
Why did Professor Snape suddenly make so many Hemostatic Healing Potion?
And why would it be given to Weasley to sell?
I've never heard of Professor Snape having any personal relationship with the Weasley family...
Pippin carefully put away the Potions, counted out 100 Galleon, and put them into a bag.
Before handing them the money, Pippin casually asked, "Professor Snape only makes high-grade Potions, so why did you suddenly decide to make Hemostatic Healing Potion?"
George and Fred gave vague answers.
"Professor Snape has recently taken a liking to a student."
"I probably made it on a whim while giving him one-on-one tutoring."
Pippin looked at the composed George and Fred, finding no flaws in their demeanor.
But he still had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Snape really like a student?
One-on-one tutoring?
Hiss... Is that even possible?
Pippin keenly sensed that these potions were probably not made by Snape.
But he didn't expose it.
First of all, the quality of these Potions is indeed perfect.
Moreover, it does indeed have the unique style of Snape's Potions- making, so no one would suspect it even if it were sold elsewhere.
Whether Snape made the Potions himself or not is no longer important.
Secondly, if such a student really existed, it would be a good thing for him.
If Snape is a treasure, then this student is the shovel he uses to dig for it.
Once we get in touch with this student, how could we possibly lose contact with Professor Snape?
Being able to connect with Professor Snape makes those hundred Galleon worthwhile, even if they were given away for free!
Having figured this out, Pippin placed the money bag on the counter.
"100 Galleon, payment settled."
George and Fred reached for the money bag, but Pippin stopped them.
"Gentlemen, please wait a moment."
Pippin's chubby face broke into a wide smile, a stark contrast to his earlier indifferent demeanor.
"I'm very interested in that student you just mentioned. I hope you can pass on a message to him, asking him to come see me when he has time."
"What do you want?" George and Fred asked.
"Great news," Pippin with a smile. "Great news indeed."
"However, this matter is best discussed privately. As you know, it involves some... trade secrets."
After saying that, Pippin opened his money bag and slipped a Galleon into each of their hands.
It was probably a bribe to deliver a message.
"We can pass on the message, but we can't guarantee he'll agree."
Fred put the Galleon away.
"Of course, of course."
Pippin rubbed his hands together and smiled as he saw them out of the shop.
George and Fred left the Potions and happily made their way to Hogwarts.
"One hundred Galleon."
"Go back and tell Silan about this right away, I can't wait!"