What Do You Mean, It's a Shame Draco Isn't a Girl?!

There were many Pure-blood families wizards like Lucius in the living room, but only one Potions Master like Snape.

Many people even came specifically because of him.

Therefore, Snape's words certainly carried weight.

The guests in the room all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Silan.

Pelar leaned on his cane with both hands and sat down listlessly, as if the previous movements had exhausted his strength.

"I apologize, everyone. This situation arose because we didn't consider things carefully. Please allow me a few words," Silan said apologetically.

The guests waited quietly for him to continue.

"Professor Snape usually studies the most profound Potions, and he has limited time each month to make Potions, so the production is not large. Everyone's needs are different, so it's difficult for everyone to buy them," Silan said.

Snape, standing to the side, nodded expressionlessly, as if he had truly made these Potions himself.

The guests all nodded in agreement.

The Potions Master's time is naturally extremely precious.

[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +10]

Silan glanced at the pop-up virtual screen in surprise, somewhat taken aback. "So many?"

Since [Silver Tongue] leveled up two times, the rate at which proficiency increases has slowed down considerably. I didn't expect it to increase by so much all at once this time.

"It's probably because of Professor Snape that they believed me so readily," Silan thought to herself.

But he can't care about that now.

An old wizard banged on the table and asked impatiently, "So, how exactly are you planning to sell it?"

Silan wasn't angry. She smiled and continued, "Since we're doing business, we should act like business people."

"Here are 50 Potions. Professor Snape's idea is to group these Potions into sets of five and sell them at auction, with the highest bidder winning. Each person is limited to one set."

Snape nodded expressionlessly, as if he had indeed said those words.

[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +10]

Lucius gasped in surprise, his heart pounding with anxiety. "These people were already agitated because Potions were scarce and they might not be able to buy them. Now they're even scarcer!"

The Potions is auctioned off in sets of five, meaning only ten people can buy it.

It was already fiercely competitive just now, and it's only going to be even harder now.

Moreover, these people aren't fools; using auctions to sell goods inevitably makes them feel like they're being manipulated to inflate prices.

Sure enough, as soon as Silan announced the plan, someone raised a question.

The old wizard who had been urging him earlier said with a forced smile, "Isn't this just a way to make us drive up the price, fight like dogs, and make a killing for you all?"

"You're the dog!" someone cursed.

"I was just using a metaphor, you idiot!" the old wizard said angrily through gritted teeth.

His reminder also calmed the other guests down.

If the sale is conducted through an auction, the price will naturally increase significantly due to bidding against each other.

This means they will spend more money.

"Are they trying to take advantage of us?!" The guests sneered inwardly, determined not to set a price.

If no one bids and the room falls silent, it won't be them who feel embarrassed.

Silan remained calm and composed, his gaze sweeping calmly over the eyes of the guests. Everyone who met his eyes felt a pang of fear and quickly looked away.

"Since we're using an auction format, the starting price for each Potions will be reduced to seven hundred Galleon. As for the issue of premiums, I admit they do exist. But do you all think Professor Snape's Potions aren't worth that price?" Silan countered.

One sentence left everyone speechless.

Even if Snape's Potions are of Potions Master quality, they are not worth the price if the premium is too high.

Everyone knows this.

The problem is, Professor Snape himself is standing right there; who would dare say to his face that the Potions isn't worth the price?

If I were to say that out loud, wouldn't I offend him?

In this situation, even a fool with Troll snot in his head wouldn't dare to offend a Potions Master in public.

Silan had anticipated their silence, smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Professor Snape will be making even more advanced Potions combinations later. Those who don't want to participate can leave now. Mr. Malfoy, I'll trouble you to preside over the auction."

After saying this, Silan turned around without hesitation, leaving them with only a proud back view.

No one said anything.

As Potions Master's genius student, a Slytherin House, and the heir to one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, he certainly has the right to be arrogant.

Snape remained silent, only nodding repeatedly.

[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +10]

Silan couldn't help but think, "Professor Snape is really useful..."

From the moment he started speaking, he had been steer the conversation toward Snape, and it had been surprisingly effective.

With Snape's name on the team, anything he says carries weight.

"Yes," Lucius answered instinctively, trying to maintain a calm facade, his left hand behind his back clenched into his fist.

Lucius glanced at Silan's retreating figure out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but think, "Faced with the chaos just now, he not only remained calm and composed, but he even dared to use Severus's name to make an even bigger profit!"

"The Sorting Hat was right, this kid is a born Slytherin!"

Watching Silan walk towards him, Snape thought proudly, "As expected of my student!"

He didn't care at all about Silan lying using his name.

Hermione looked at Silan, her eyes unblinking, her gaze so tender it seemed to melt hearts.

"Miss Granger, what is your relationship with Mr. Prewett?" Narcissa asked with interest.

Hermione hesitated for a moment. "Friends...?"

Narcissa's uncertain expression piqued her interest even more, and she smiled, pursing her lips, "Does Mr. Prewett have a girlfriend?"

"No!" Hermione said firmly, but then seemed to realize something was amiss, and stammered, "I don't think... it is, right?"

Narcissa exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Mr. Prewett is so outstanding, yet no one is pursuing him? Are students these days so conservative?"

"It's a pity Draco isn't a girl, otherwise he could..." Narcissa smiled at the end, seemingly implying something.

Hermione stared at her in disbelief.

What kind of talk is that?!

What do you mean it's a pity Draco isn't a girl?!

Turning her head to look at Draco, Hermione noticed him staring at Silan with a strange look, and a sense of unease instantly rose in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy."

Hermione immediately took her leave and quickly walked to Silan's side, blocking Draco's view.

Draco was unaware that he had almost been turned into a girl by his mother, and he was now looking at Silan with a proud expression.

"Since Prewett and my family are business partners, that means we're about the same level!" Draco proudly raised his head. "Hogwarts heroes are Prewett and me!"

Silan's words weren't exactly polite, but the guests all stayed quietly and no one left.

If we were to turn around and leave now, it would be a huge disrespect to Professor Snape.

"We'll just not raise the price later," the guests thought.

Lucius let out a long breath, walked back to the group of guests, and began to preside over the auction.

"A set of Potions for 700 Galleon, auction now begins!"