In the study, Shawn sat on the sofa, brewing tea at a leisurely pace.
"Alchemical potion brewing has already reached sixth- or seventh-year standards. We can build production lines in batches at any time and mass-produce high-end potions.
As for top-tier potions, we can't break through the technical barriers in such a short time. The Institute of Technomagic Research might be worth looking forward to, though."
Snape quickly finished his report, then stood by the window and waited. He apparently had something personal to discuss with Shawn as well.
Wenge had not come with them. He had returned to the Ministry of Magic to work on expanding the army.
Lucius dared not look down at Shawn from above, so he bent slightly at the waist in front of the coffee table as he reported.
"My lord..."
"My lord, there are no problems with recruitment for the army's expansion. Ordinary wizards in England have always been very enthusiastic about joining the Wizarding Police and the wizarding army.
My lord, the budget was originally a major problem, but with Lord Gaunt's return, the pure-bloods immediately changed their attitudes. However, You-Know-Who seems to have returned to England as well, and some of the old pure-blood families have become noncommittal again..."
Shawn thought little of this. With a wave, he sent a cup of hot white jade tea floating over to both Lucius and Snape.
Snape accepted his calmly. Lucius could not help trembling as he reached out apprehensively to take his, clearly feeling guilty.
Shawn took a small sip of tea and gave Lucius an amused glance.
The man's guilty conscience probably meant Voldemort had contacted him.
Fortunately, Tom had returned. Otherwise, who knew how many of England's pure-bloods would secretly switch sides?
Shawn did not suspect Lucius would betray him, even setting