Pippin put the Potion-Testing Spoon into his mouth and swallowed the medicine.
Although it wasn't scalding hot, Pippin could still easily feel the medicine flowing through his body through its peculiar temperature.
As the warm Fire-Control Potion slid down his throat, Pippin immediately felt a heat rising from his stomach and quickly spreading throughout his body.
He entered a strange state.
The warm Black Tea on the table, the flickering flame on the candlestick, and the still-warm crucible all became exceptionally prominent in his senses.
Even without looking closely, you can easily sense the presence of these objects and their temperature.
One of the most prominent functions of Fire-Control Potion is to make the perception of flames and temperature more acute.
"It's a success?!"
Pippin couldn't believe it. He frowned, took out his wand, and cast a Fire-Making Charm.
A sudden burst of flame rose from the tip of his wand, leaping violently in the air.
The firelight illuminated Pippin's stunned expression.
He didn't intentionally amplify the power of the Fire-Making Charm, but simply using it made it several times stronger than usual.
Moreover, Pippin clearly felt that his control over the flames had increased considerably. With just a thought, the flames on his wand would change size according to his will.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be able to use it so skillfully.
"Not only did it succeed, it wasn't a defective product either!"
Pippin stared blankly at the flame on his wand, muttering to himself, "The quality is exactly the same as the last batch of Potions, without a single flaw!"
"But how is that possible?"
"Mr. Prewett, how did you do that? In the final stages, I clearly felt the crucible go out of control." Pippin turned his head sharply and stared at Silan, asking urgently.
"I used Professor Snape's unique method," Silan said with a nonchalant smile, making it up on the spot.
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Pippin was taken aback, thinking, "It seems Professor Snape values Mr. Prewett quite a bit... This unique method is probably not something everyone can learn!"
"But thinking about it, it makes sense," Pippin remarked. "Mr. Prewett's ability to manipulate three cauldrons simultaneously to create Fire-Control Potion is undoubtedly that of a peerless genius, and to do it at only Third Year makes him practically a shoo-in for Potions Master..."
Pippin was completely convinced.
He turned to Lucius, raising an eyebrow. "Production isn't a problem now, Lucius, what do you say?"
Lucius gripped the Potion-Testing Spoon tightly and scoffed, "We'll have to test it to know the specifics."
Lucius glanced at the Fire-Control Potion on the table, deliberately avoiding the Pippin had tested, and randomly picked up another bottle, scooping out a spoonful.
"Maybe they're teaming up to trick me," Lucius thought to himself, putting the Potion-Testing Spoon in his mouth. "It looked like it was going to explode at the end; it couldn't possibly have succeeded."
After swallowing the Fire-Control Potion, Lucius clearly felt an indescribable heat spreading throughout his body.
His senses of temperature and fire became more acute, and a vague idea began to stir within him.
"My fire magic must have been strengthened."
Lucius suddenly understood why Pippin had just cast the Fire-Making Charm.
After drinking the Fire-Control Potion, one's perception of flames and temperature becomes more acute, and an urge to control the flames arises within them.
Lucius had to admit that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the Fire-Control Potion.
Having only drunk a little, my senses of temperature and flames were greatly enhanced; this Fire-Control Potion was undoubtedly at the Potions Master.
Lucius glanced at Silan with regret, regretting that he had spoken too soon.
Pippin, standing beside him, looked at him impatiently and urged, "Now that you've tried, shouldn't the profit split be 80% for Mr. Prewett and 20% for you?"
"Of course I'll stand by what I said," Lucius said slowly, putting down the Potion-Testing Spoon with feigned composure. "But I only said that increased production would reduce profit sharing, not by how much."
"I certainly believe Mr. Prewett can complete 50 Potions within a month, in which case perhaps we can split the profits 50/50."
Lucius completely ignored Pippin and looked at Silan with leisurely ease.
Pippin clenched his right fist and slammed it heavily on the table, causing the teacup to jump and spill the Black Tea.
"You've really got a good plan! 50 Potions! You're only in charge of sales, and you dare to ask for 50% profit?"
Lucius sneered, "Potions don't magically turn into money. Mr. Prewett should understand that, shouldn't he?"
Silan didn't rush to reply. She threaded two fingers through the teacup handle, picked up the teapot with her other hand, and slowly poured herself a cup of tea.
After taking a sip, Silan slowly spoke, "Mr. Malfoy, as I said before, true Slytherin never shy away from proving their worth. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"What?" Lucius was taken aback, not understanding why he suddenly brought this up.
"I've already proven my worth, isn't it your turn now?" Silan held the teacup in both hands, her fingertips lightly tapping the rim. "What makes you think you deserve 50% of the profits?"
"Sale Event..." Lucius said.
"That's not how you do the math."
Silan waved his hand dismissively, interrupting him without hesitation. "Even if Pippin and I didn't go through you, and just sold the various Potions individually, we'd still make a profit."
Lucius was now truly anxious and hurriedly said, "I can make you earn even more!"
"But we might not earn less even without you," Silan said.
Looking into the indifferent and cold eyes of the young man before him, Lucius was startled. Had he overlooked something?
"Mr. Prewett has launched a counterattack!" Pippin to himself, secretly pleased as he watched Lucius fall silent.
Serves you right for being so arrogant just now!
However, seeing Silan's relaxed and carefree demeanor, Pippin couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. "This scene seems strangely familiar..."
Never mind, it's probably just my imagination.
Lucius stared at Silan, his chest heaving rapidly as he tried to calm himself, and said in a deep voice:
"When Severus enrolled, I was already Prefect in Slytherin; I was his senior."
"Your Potions -selling business is inherently risky. If you cooperate with me, I can get an Authorization Order from Severus, allowing us to make money legally and compliantly."
At this point, Lucius's sharp gaze pierced Pippin, then turned to Silan: "If you don't cooperate, I think Severus might not be happy, as someone is using his name to sell counterfeit Potions."
Although his words were a threat, Lucius spoke them calmly and deliberately, as if everything was under his control.
This is another major advantage he has.
He had tried to collaborate with Snape many times before, but Snape only wanted to research Potions on his own and kept declining.
Now that he has found someone to replace Snape, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to obtain an Authorization Order based on their long-standing relationship.
"At worst, we'll just give Snape some of the profits." Lucius grinned smugly. Surely no one would refuse to make money lying down, right?
Even so, Lucius still used a little trick to get Snape to agree to it.
He came to see Silan first, intending to go see Snape after the negotiations with them were over.
Everything will be ready by then, except for an Authorization Order, which Snape will find hard to refuse.
This is a classic case of acting first and informing later.
Lucius felt invincible, and his usual arrogant demeanor returned to his face.
"Although I haven't contacted Snape yet, Pippin and Prewett don't know either," Lucius thought to himself with smug satisfaction.
This is called bluffing and taking advantage of both sides.
You two brutes, go ahead and learn!
"Are you threatening us?" Pippin roared, wand already in his hand.
Lucius didn't even look at him, shrugging with a cold laugh. "How can this be considered a threat? Didn't Mr. Prewett say that I'm proving my worth?"
Negative value is also value.
"That's not your irreplaceable value," Silan said, shaking her head in disappointment.
Lucius was taken aback. "What does this mean?"
For them to open their businesses, Authorization Order is indispensable; it is also an important proof of their trustworthiness.
People come to buy your Potions because of Snape's reputation as the Potions Master. If you don't have authorization, how can you prove your legitimacy?
Silan didn't speak, but took out a piece of Parchment carefully wrapped with silk cord from her Ring.
"Open it and take a look," Silan said.