A brat who hasn't even grown his first whiskers...

After Lucius shouted "Start!", many guests curled their lip in disdain and sneered.

With Snape there, they certainly didn't dare say anything to Silan openly, but that didn't mean they were powerless.

You can change it to an auction, but of course I don't have to buy it.

As long as you don't spend money, you naturally won't lose money.

"I'm not going to be a sucker," the guests thought.

Seeing that no one was bidding, Lucius became a little nervous, his palms sweating, and he anxiously looked at the Pure-blood wizard he knew, hoping they would give him face.

"It would be embarrassing if no one bid and it didn't sell!"

But the Pure-blood families all turned their heads away, pretending not to see Lucius's gaze.

"These misers! These old foxes!" Lucius cursed inwardly.

After a long while, someone lazily called out, "Seven hundred and ten Galleon."

A brief burst of laughter erupted in the living room, followed by a deathly silence.

Lucius felt as if his face had been slapped several times, burning hot.

That price is practically charity.

"Is this really going to go wrong...?" Lucius thought to himself.

Just as he was at his wit's end, an old voice suddenly rang out in the living room. "One thousand Galleon!"

Pelar rose from his chair, leaning on his cane. A shrewd and wise glint briefly flashed in his cloudy old eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Lucius was overjoyed and immediately said, "One thousand Galleon at a time! Is there a higher price?"

"Five thousand five hundred Galleon!" Pelar continued to raise the price.

Now, the other guests couldn't sit still any longer and all looked at Pelar with curiosity.

"How can someone be inflating their own price?"

"Has this old man gone mad?"

"Are they so rich they're burning with greed...?" some customers muttered under their breath.

Many people know in their hearts that all the Potions being auctioned off are the same.

This set is sold out; just wait for the next set.

If everyone remains restrained and doesn't try to drive up prices, they will eventually be able to buy these Potions at extremely low prices.

They have money, but they're not stupid; in fact, most of them are quite shrewd and know how to negotiate a lower price.

After all, the more shrewd a person is, the clearer their calculations of interests will be.

Macmillan, who didn't get along with Pelar, sneered at him and quoted a higher price, "Two thousand Galleon."

He wasn't bidding to acquire the Potions; he just wanted to annoy Pelar, who seemed determined to get them, and get him to spend more money.

Without a second thought, Pelar shouted, "Three thousand Galleon!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Three thousand Galleon? Are you crazy?!

"This is enough to buy three sets of Potions. Even if these Potions were made by Potions Master, they're not worth this much money!"

"This old guy has probably gone mad..." The guests around Pelar subtly moved away from him.

Taylor, who had originally planned to snag a bargain while everyone else was holding back, shut his mouth, cursing inwardly, "These old bastards are fucking rich!"

This is Galleon, not sand!

Three thousand Galleon, if put together, would be enough to form a small mountain on a table.

Although it wasn't his money, Taylor, who had worked hard to run his small business, was still heartbroken.

Three thousand Galleon —that's several months' worth of profit for his shop.

As a result Pelar blurted it out as soon as he opened his mouth.

Macmillan was well aware that this Potions was not worth three thousand Galleon, but he had already achieved his goal of disgusting Pelar.

Shrugging dismissively, Macmillan said in a pretentious tone, "Professor Snape's Potions are worth any price. Too bad I didn't bring enough money today."

That's a very well said statement.

Macmillan gave the elderly Pelar a mocking smile and cast a look at him as if he were a fool.

The other guests around looked at Pelar with pity, shaking their heads. "What a fool with all his money..."

"I think this old guy has too much money to spend," some customers murmured mockingly from a group of people.

His companion immediately chimed in, saying sarcastically, "Hey, didn't we just say that Professor Snape's Potions are worth any price?"

The guests whispered in hushed tones, but it was still somewhat noisy when they were gathered together.

Everyone could hear those sarcastic remarks and cold, mocking comments.

Pelar, however, remained unperturbed. He braced himself on his cane, his shrewd eyes fixed on Lucius, and said slowly in an aged voice, "Mr. Malfoy, isn't it time to announce the results?"

Lucius realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "Three thousand Galleon once, twice, three times!"

"Make a deal!"

Toby, the House-elf had been waiting nearby, quickly packed the five Potions into a set and sent them outside.

"My servant will deliver the Potions you purchased to the carriage, Mr. Selwyn," Lucius said.

Pelar nodded, turned to Snape, and slowly bowed. "Professor Snape, and Mr. Prewett, welcome to my home."

"I'll definitely go if I have the chance." Snape looked at him, a rare smile appearing on his face, and agreed.

Silan nodded in agreement.

The others were stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.

This old guy has this trick up his sleeve!

Okay, okay!

He deliberately spent a high price to buy the first set of Potions as a stepping stone to speak with Professor Snape and, incidentally, to curry favor with Prewett!

The crucial point is that Professor Snape actually agreed!

This is far more valuable than a few thousand Galleon.

"Pelar Selwyn is indeed a cunning old fox who has lived for so many years; he certainly has some tricks up his sleeve. The old man was waiting here all along!"

The guests who had been expecting to see a joke were now kicking themselves in regret, wishing they could slap themselves.

After receiving Snape's response, Pelar smiled smugly, glanced at Macmillan, and slowly sat back down in his chair, muttering:

"A little brat who hasn't even grown all its feathers yet..."

Macmillan felt a burning pain on his face.

What Pelar wanted to buy wasn't Potions at all, but rather a way to get in touch with Professor Snape.

I was actually feeling quite smug just now... How foolish!

If leaving halfway through the game weren't even more embarrassing, Macmillan would have run away long ago. Now, his face flushed, he could only urge Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, let's start the next group."

"Second set of Potions, starting now, starting price seven hundred..."

"Two thousand five hundred Galleon!" Macmillan shouted immediately.

The belatedly aware customers also realized what was happening and immediately started bidding.

The first spot has already been taken; we absolutely cannot let the second spot slip away.

"Two thousand eight hundred Galleon!"

Three thousand Galleon!

"Three thousand five hundred Galleon!" Macmillan shouted fiercely, proclaiming an all-time high price.

The other guests all shook their heads and abstained.

After buying the second set of Potions, Macmillan, following Pelar's example, invited Snape and Prewett to his home.

Snape nodded to him.

The subsequent auction was equally enthusiastic, with bids coming in one after another.

"Twelve hundred Galleon!"

"Five thousand five hundred!"

Two thousand three hundred!

Silan closed his eyes with a look of pure enjoyment.

Each bid was like money falling from the sky for him, bringing him immense pleasure.

This is truly making money while standing up.

Lucius was also infected by the guests' enthusiasm, and he couldn't stop smiling, his palms sweating.

It's been revitalized!

The ten sets of Potions sold out quickly.

The prices for the first few groups were unusually high, but the prices for the later groups gradually returned to normal levels.

Firstly, because most of the wealthy Pure-blood families had already bought them, and secondly, because Snape's responses to subsequent invitations became increasingly perfunctory.

The people who bought Potions later also knew that they no longer left as deep an impression on Snape as the people before them; a simple greeting was all they needed to do.

Therefore, the price naturally dropped, but the profits were still enormous.

After the auction, Snape took Silan and Hermione to greet some Pure-blood families wizards and experienced Potioneer.

These people seemed to have long forgotten how rude Silan had been to them earlier, and they all became smiling, gentle, and friendly.

"Mr. Prewett truly lives up to his reputation as Professor Snape's student; he's young and promising!"

"Mr. Prewett and Miss Granger, you are always welcome to visit my estate."

"I have a nephew who is also a first-year student at Hogwarts. If you have some free time, I hope Mr. Prewett could tutor him..."

These Pure-blood families wizards, who were usually aloof and arrogant, were incredibly friendly and approachable at this moment.

Her smile was radiant, her voice was sweet, and she even became more enthusiastic towards Hermione.

Hermione is currently unknown, and these wizards are unaware of her lineage.

"But the fact that Snape was able to bring her along, and that he had such a close relationship with Prewett, suggests that it's probably really related to Granger, the Founders of the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers..."

Thinking of this, their smiles became even more genuine.

Snape followed behind them, and his smile broadened as he heard the guests praising them.

The Senior Potioneer went even further, practically praising Silan as a peerless genius.

In fact, that's exactly what they thought.

Many of them became Senior Potioneer in their late thirties or early forties, and they all knew that this was the pinnacle of their lives.

But Prewett is only in Third Year.

Master Charlemagne even said that he might become Potions Master before he even reaches adulthood.

As Senior Potioneer, they understand this statement far better than most people.

After circling around, Lucius came over and called Silan over.

"It's probably time to split the money..." Silan thought to herself.