Pippin stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Silan.
"Judging from his robes, he should be a Hogwarts student," Pippin Silan up and down.
His features were youthful, but his expression was very composed.
She was thin, but her eyes were very bright.
Pippin couldn't help but be drawn to his eyes.
Those cold and calm eyes revealed a composure beyond his years.
"Who are you?" Pippin asked.
"Silan Prewett." Silan extended her hand to him. "Haven't you always wanted to see me?"
Pippin shook hands with Silan, looking somewhat bewildered.
Prewett?
Upon hearing this surname, Pippin wondered, "How long has it been since I last heard this surname, since the Prewett brothers' sacrifice?"
Pippin suddenly realized that the person in front of him must be the student Weasley had mentioned, the one who was highly regarded by Professor Snape.
"Hello, Mr. Prewett." Pippin hurriedly opened the shop door. "Please come in, I thought you weren't coming."
"I've been busy with schoolwork," Silan said as she entered the store. "I only managed to find some time today."
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
Actually, I forgot...
"I understand, I understand."
Pippin chuckled, his eyes still scanning Silan up and down, his curiosity growing.
Everyone knows that the Prewett family has been Gryffindor for generations, and similarly, everyone knows that Professor Snape doesn't particularly like Gryffindor.
He was actually willing to personally teach a Prewett?
They valued it highly?
That's really strange.
Pippin hung a "Temporarily Closed" sign on the door and hurried back into the store.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Prewett. What would you like to drink?"
"Black Tea, if you have any."
"Of course, I'll be right there."
Pippin hurriedly went into the inner room, took out his best Black Tea, brewed a cup, and served it out.
The steaming Black Tea on the small table rose slowly, separating the two people.
Pippin up straight, his gaze piercing through the steam to look at Silan, his mind racing as he pondered what he should say next.
Silan sipped his tea casually.
"Mr. Prewett, I never imagined that the student Weasley spoke of who was highly regarded by Professor Snape was you."
Pippin swirled his teacup and began to speak.
"I never expected that Pippin would want to see me."
"Haha, people with illustrious reputations always inspire awe."
"Then it seems I've benefited from Professor Snape's influence." Silan smiled, setting down her teacup and getting straight to the point. "Mr. Pippin, just tell me what you need me for."
Pippin readily nodded and took out a bottle of Hemostatic Healing Potion.
"These were sold to me by the Mr. Weasley, who said they were made by Professor Snape. But we all know that Professor Snape hasn't made this kind of basic potion in a long time."
"And I've also heard that Professor Snape has a student he highly regards, namely you..."
Silan was somewhat surprised; Pippin, on the other hand, was quite perceptive.
Did you guess that I made this Potions?
However, Silan wasn't in a hurry.
He had mastered the art of making Hemostatic Healing Potion, and the quality of his work was almost indistinguishable from Snape's.
It's not hard to fool them.
Thinking of this, Silan didn't speak, but gestured with her eyes for Pippin to continue.
Pippin changed the subject, saying meaningfully, "As everyone knows, Professor Snape is a renowned Potions Master, so countless people want to buy Potions from him."
"But Professor Snape wasn't very interested in outside affairs, so very few people could buy Potions from him, making Professor Snape Potions extremely sought after."
"Even a bottle of this Hemostatic Healing Potion costs much more than the normal market price."
Pippin's gaze fell on the bottle of Hemostatic Healing Potion.
"That's right," Silan nodded in agreement.
In fact, Snape's Potions were in high demand and short supply. Pippin wasn't exaggerating at all.
Pippin stared intently at Silan: "Some of my guests have been trying to buy Potions from Professor Snape, but they don't know how."
"So when I heard that you were studying Potions with Professor Snape, I was very excited." Pippin spoke much faster.
Hearing this, Silan roughly understood what Pippin meant.
"Does Pippin mean he wants to ask Professor Snape to buy Potions through me?"
"If it were before, that would indeed be my thought," Pippin slowly shook his head, looking at Silan, "But now, I would prefer to cooperate with you."
"While it's possible for you to purchase Professor Snape's Potions, the cost would be too high."
Pippin pressed his finger against the bottle of Hemostatic Healing Potion on the table and pushed it towards Silan.
"As Professor Snape's student, you can produce Potions of the same quality as his. If you were to make them and then label them with Professor Snape's name..." Pippin let out a long breath, trying to keep his voice steady, "The profits would be even greater."
Now Silan understood why Pippin had mentioned George and Fred earlier.
This was a way of telling himself that he already knew who had made the Hemostatic Healing Potion.
That's why Pippin dared to boldly express his thoughts to him.
This is a direct confrontation with Silan.
Simply put, Pippin wanted Silan to be the manufacturer of Snape's Potions.
This isn't anything unusual; it's quite common in the Muggle World.
Find a cheap contract manufacturer to produce a product of a certain brand, then put on the brand label and sell it at the original price of that brand.
This reduced costs, but increased profits several times over.
"You've got some nerve," Silan turned to Pippin, "Daring to use Professor Snape's name to deceive people?"
"How can you call this a lie?" Pippin smiled, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Hemostatic Healing Potion on the table. "The quality of this Hemostatic Healing Potion is exactly the same as the Professor Snape made; there is almost no difference."
"Even if I said it was fake, I doubt anyone would believe me."
"Some people are going to great lengths to buy Professor Snape's Potions, and we happen to be able to make Potions of the same quality as Professor Snape's. Professor Snape gains fame, we gain profit, and our customers get the Potions —it's a good thing for everyone."
Silan took a sip of Black Tea without commenting.
Pippin is right.
Silan couldn't guarantee the quality of other Potions, but if it was just Hemostatic Healing Potion and Baruffio's Brain Elixir, Silan was fully confident that they would be of the same quality as Snape's.
If the quality is the same, then there is no such thing as genuine or fake.
Even if the Potions were to spread, it wouldn't damage Professor Snape's reputation.
He could also gain more benefits by leveraging Snape's influence.
This may be morally questionable, but unfortunately, Silan is not a good person.
Moreover, as long as the quality of the Potions is maintained, this matter will at most increase the quantity of "Snape- made" Potions, and will not have a real impact on Snape.
For Silan, there was almost no room for hesitation.
"Okay." Silan nodded, then immediately asked the question that concerned her most, "How will the money be divided?"