Although Pippin had already guessed that Lucius deliberately let him use the main entrance, there was an element of showing off involved.
He had made special mental preparations for this.
But when Pippin actually entered Malfoy Manor, he was still shocked and speechless with astonishment.
The first thing that catches the eye is the wide road that stretches out into the distance, with neatly trimmed Yew Hedges on both sides.
Pippin drove for quite a while before passing through an impressive wrought-iron gate, where an elegant and beautiful White Peacock was walking gracefully on the hedge.
It wasn't until he drove the car to the front of the Entrance Hall that Pippin suddenly came to his senses.
A House-elf was waiting outside. When he saw Pippin's car stop, he rushed to open the door for him.
"You must be Mr. Pippin. My master is waiting for you. I, Toby, will carry your goods inside." The House-elf Toby bowed respectfully to Pippin.
He was Lucius's newly acquired servant.
"No," Pippin firmly refused. "This is extremely important cargo; I must transport it myself."
After saying this, Pippin ignored Toby's request, put the 50 Potions in the carriage into a large leather bag, hugged it to his chest, and took it inside.
Toby followed behind him meekly.
Pippin walked in and stood frozen in place, staring at the newly decorated, magnificent living room.
This living room is several hundred square meters. The excess furniture has been cleared out, and an elegant round banquet table has been placed in its place.
The round tables were all covered with white cloths, adorned with fresh flowers and exquisite candlesticks, with sets of silver cutlery arranged around the edges. A huge Crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the living room, its soft light blending with the candlelight, illuminating the entire room in a magnificent and breathtaking manner.
This was a sight Pippin had never seen before.
While their family wasn't exactly poor, they were ultimately just a small family that dealt in Potions, a world apart from an ancient and powerful family like the Malfoy that had existed for thousands of years.
"Mr. Pippin, you must be tired from your journey. I am Lucius's wife, Narcissa Malfoy." The hostess, Narcissa, dressed in an exquisite gown, approached with a smile, introduced herself, and extended her hand to Pippin.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy," Pippin and Narcissa shook hands briefly.
Seeing the leather bag in Pippin's hand, Narcissa frowned. "Toby, what did I tell you? How could you let the guest carry his own things?!"
"It's all Toby's fault!" Toby frantically tugged at his ear, overwhelmed with shame.
"Please don't blame him, it was my own request," Pippin quickly explained. "This shipment must not pass through anyone else's hands before it is delivered to Mr. Malfoy."
"Ah... you've really put your heart into this," Narcissa exclaimed, turning to Toby. "Alright, Toby, go make some tea, the best Black Tea."
"Thank you, my kind mistress." Toby bowed gratefully to Narcissa and turned to leave.
"Lucius will be here soon." Narcissa smiled and led Pippin to a small drawing room next door, where she sat him down.
The tea was served quickly.
You don't even need to drink it; just by looking at its color and aroma, you can tell that Pippin must be quite valuable.
"You've arrived, Mr. Pippin." Lucius, dressed in a very elegant suit, strode in, looking radiant.
The two shook hands.
Lucius asked, "How's my Black Tea?"
Pippin scoffed, "If the host here isn't deliberately reminding me of how poorly I treated him before, it's not bad at all."
"You're overthinking it, Mr. Pippin. We're business partners now." Lucius smiled awkwardly, realizing his little scheme had been exposed.
Pippin didn't seem to care. He glanced at the newly decorated, magnificent living room and asked in confusion, "The Sale Event isn't until November, why are you starting preparations now?"
"It's always good to prepare in advance for these things. You should even rehearse before you start to make sure everything goes perfectly," Lucius said smugly, looking around the living room.
Narcissa, standing nearby, laughed and said, "He's so happy that he's been personally handling the decorations for the living room and won't let anyone else interfere."
Pippin was not interested in this and placed the leather bag, which had never left his sight, on the table in the small drawing room.
"This is the first batch of Potions. I've checked each bottle, and the quality is perfect. You can check them again to avoid any mistakes."
"No need for an inspection, I trust you and Mr. Prewett." Lucius waved his hand.
Pippin frowned. "It's not a matter of belief; Mr. Prewett is more concerned about whether there will be any mistakes. Check it now, and sign the form when you're done."
Lucius also became serious, composed himself, and took a Potion-Testing Spoon to examine all the Potions.
After confirming that everything was correct, I signed the Delivery Receipt brought by Pippin.
"My mission is complete. This shipment is now officially handed over to you." Pippin breathed a sigh of relief.
Lucius personally stored the Potions in Chamber of Secrets. When he came out, he was holding an Invitation: "Mr. Pippin, as one of the initiators, you should naturally be present at the Sale Event."
"I'll introduce you to some people then. Build good relationships with them, and if anyone needs Potions Ingredients, you'll have business coming your way." With that, Lucius handed the Invitation to Pippin.
After receiving the Invitation, Pippin's expression was somewhat strange, and he stammered a thank you, "Thank you..."
He hadn't expected Lucius to actually care about him.
"I know what you're thinking," Lucius said with a smile, looking at the living room he had personally arranged. "But I don't care. Just don't let your own business interfere with ours."
"You can rest assured about that," Pippin assured him.
"That's good." Lucius nodded in satisfaction.
Lucius and Narcissa politely saw Pippin off at the manor.
Returning to the living room, Narcissa pondered, "Isn't Draco in the same house as this Mr. Prewett? They're both Third Year. I should write to him and remind him to cultivate a good relationship with Mr. Prewett."
"That's right." Lucius nodded seriously. "I'll write a letter to Hogwarts in a couple of days."
Having solved the Potions problem, Silan devoted more of her time to researching Alchemy and translating Soul Magic.
Having already developed a solid foundation in translation when translating her previous book, Silan was able to translate "The Construction and Use of the Soul Eye" much faster.
The Room of Requirement was quiet, and Silan was engrossed in translating.
After translating all the contents, Silan copied them all onto Parchment.
After checking and confirming that everything was correct, Silan began to peruse the document...