Slytherins never shied away from proving their worth

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Pippin and Lucius were both stunned.

50 servings?

That's 200 bottles of Hemostatic Healing Potion, 150 bottles of Baruffio's Brain Elixir, and 100 bottles of Fire-Control Potion!

That's a truly terrifying number!

A standard crucible can produce a maximum of three standard doses of Potions at a time.

Based on this calculation, it would take about 150 batches to cook.

Even if it's spread out over a month, you still need to brew 5 Potions a day.

Even though these Potions aren't the type that take a long time to produce, it still takes hours to count.

With so many Potions, unless Silan stops eating, drinking, and attending classes, it's impossible for her to brew them all.

"Mr. Prewett, you're still young. Don't make rash statements," Lucius said, shaking his head and sighing. "Fifty Potions; I'm afraid we won't be able to brew them in a month."

"Whether I can endure it or not is my business." Silan took a sip of Black Tea and looked at him calmly.

"You just said that as long as production increases, you're willing to take a smaller share. Is that right?" Silan pressed.

Lucius's face turned pale and then red, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He knew this was impossible, but seeing Silan's calm expression, he felt a little hesitant.

He didn't dare to reply for a moment.

Pippin, who had been subjected to Lucius's sarcastic remarks for quite some time, now felt a surge of triumph. Raising his eyebrows, he retorted sarcastically, "What, you're speechless now that you've encountered a difficult question?"

Pippin made a sarcastic remark about Lucius and continued, "I can testify for Mr. Prewett that you did indeed say you were willing to take a smaller share of the profits as long as production increased."

Lucius gripped his cane tightly, glaring resentfully at Pippin, and said with a forced smile, "I did say that, but only if production increases."

"But how can you guarantee the production?" Lucius asked Pippin defiantly.

This left Pippin speechless.

He himself studied Potions and knew that achieving this was virtually impossible.

Having regained the upper hand, Lucius seized the opportunity, emphasizing, "If production doesn't increase, we can't cover costs; I can't afford to waste my efforts."

Lucius glanced condescendingly at Silan, a fake smile on his face, "Mr. Prewett, I suggest you reconsider my previous proposal."

The previous proposal was an 80/20 split.

"Of course, I won't let you suffer any losses," Lucius said, feigning nonchalance. "Once production increases, we can talk about profit sharing."

That's what they say, but once the rules for dividing the profits are actually set, Lucius will never discuss it again.

Even if production increases by then, he can just keep going. Why would he spit out the meat he's already eaten?

Seeing the two silent figures, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced, "I was almost fooled by them just now."

For a Third Year student to be able to make 20 Potions of the same quality as Snape in a month is already quite remarkable.

50 servings?

Stop joking.

This will probably require Professor Snape's personal intervention.

"If a Third Year student can make 50 Potions with good quality and quantity, I'd suspect my Potions teacher was holding back," Lucius thought smugly, his fingers tapping merrily on his cane.

Pippin was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Making 50 Potions a month?

That's absolutely impossible!

Leaving aside Hemostatic Healing Potion and Baruffio's Brain Elixir, even just preparing Fire-Control Potion would be difficult.

Pippin not only ran Potions business, but also researched Potions himself, so he understood the difficulties involved better than Lucius.

"This is simply an unsolvable problem," Pippin sighed helplessly to himself. "Even if Mr. Prewett didn't eat, drink, or sleep, he probably wouldn't be able to solve it."

Seeing Pippin's angry glare at him, Lucius simply smiled calmly, completely unconcerned.

In the struggle for interests, everyone relies on their own abilities.

Lucius rubbed the jewel inlaid on his cane with the pad of his thumb. "If Severus asks me for help later, I might consider backing down. I could even get Severus to owe me a favor in the process. Just thinking about it makes me happy..."

For the first time, Lucius wore a genuine smile.

"I understand." Silan nodded silently, then turned to Pippin and asked abruptly, "Do you have a crucible here?"

Pippin was taken aback, thinking, "What kind of time is this? Do you still need this?"

However, he nodded nonetheless and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"Excuse me, may I borrow this place for a moment?" Silan said.

"What's it for?" Pippin asked, bewildered.

Silan downed his Black Tea in one gulp, stood up from his chair, and his robes fluttered and spread out like wings, suddenly making him appear several sizes taller.

"Since Mr. Malfoy wants me to prove it, then I'll prove it to him," Silan said calmly as she walked past Lucius, leaning on the back of his chair.

Proof? Now?

How can this be proven?

Lucius looked bewildered; although he still felt it was unlikely, a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Pippin thought so too, sitting in his chair staring blankly at Silan.

It wasn't until Silan stood up that Pippin snapped out of his daze, stammering, "Oh, the crucible, yes, sir, I'll go get it right away."

Silan took out three vials of Potions from her Ring and placed them one by one on the table, surrounding the Galleon that Lucius had just counted.

"Of these three Potions, the Fire-Control Potion is the most difficult and the most important. In that case, I'll make it." Silan looked down at Lucius, leaving behind a casual remark.

Lucius then realized that Prewett wanted to make Potions on the spot.

"But what's the use of that? Can it temporarily increase the production of Potions?" Lucius wondered.

While Lucius frowned in thought, Pippin finally found a brand new crucible, held it in both hands, and handed it to Silan.

"A brand new crucible, Mr. Prewett."

"Thank you, you can put it there." Silan nodded in thanks.

Pippin responded listlessly, put the crucible aside, and then practically collapsed into his chair.

He is now utterly despondent.

"I never expected Lucius to pull such a stunt; it's utterly despicable."

Pippin slumped back in his chair, his heart aching as if ants were gnawing at it, and thought with a hint of despair, "Did I really make the wrong gamble this time? Mr. Prewett is too young; he's no match for Lucius after all..."

Silan took the materials out of the Ring and placed them on the counter.

Lucius smiled broadly and said, "Mr. Prewett, we can actually talk about these things again. You don't need to force yourself like this."

"Thank you for your kind offer," Silan said calmly. "However, since this is a negotiation between the two sides, we should at least show some sincerity. Mr. Malfoy, you are from Slytherin, surely you haven't forgotten that Slytherin have never shied away from proving their worth?"

Silan didn't say anything more. He placed the crucible that Pippin had brought in a spacious area of the shop and then took out two more crucibles.

Lucius was puzzled when Silan laid out three crucibles in one go, wondering what he meant.

Pippin, who was secretly regretting his actions while sitting in his chair, suddenly jumped up when he saw the three crucibles, his eyes widening in disbelief.

After a very long time, Pippin finally trembled and muttered to himself, "How could this be, how could this be..."

Lucius frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What does he mean by this? What is he trying to do?"