Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

The atmosphere in the room was dull, and even Ziggs was a little uneasy. He looked at Leonard sitting next to Midgard, trying to get a hint, but Leonard didn't even look at him.

Be serious, this is business, don't wink.

Leonard curled his lips, his eyes hidden under the hood unscrupulously looked at Damocles Bellby.

Damocles Bellby was actually an up-and-coming potions master, who was the favorite student of Slughorn, the then professor of potions, while studying at Hogwarts.

However, he put a lot of energy on the wolfsbane potion, which is destined to have no future and money, and wasted decades (the research and development of the wolfsbane potion plus the time when Damocles tried to promote the wolfsbane potion).

Time has worn away Damocles' vigor, and the promotion of Wolfsbane has smoothed out his edges and corners. These experiences have pierced Damocles' self-esteem as a genius like needles, and made his character worse. Before, it was easy to be influenced by the outside world.

So there is no problem with Leonard's plan. As long as you don't touch this honest man's rebellious scales and arouse the other party's rebellious psychology, this time the Wolfsbane acquisition plan should save a lot of money.

"Tell me your price. If you can, I'll buy it." Midgard knocked on the table, motioning for Damocles Bell to make an offer.

Reducing unnecessary greetings, going straight to the point, and cooperating with preconceived cognitions made Damocles Bell dare not hesitate, reducing the time for the other party to think.

"A... offer?" Damocles Bell hesitated for a moment.

"Hurry up, I don't have that much time to waste with you." Midgard said with a cold face.

The oppressive force of Midgard was too influential for a wizard who seldom communicated with outsiders and was obsessed with research. Damocles Bellby had cold sweat on his forehead and threw a He looked for help, but only got a helpless response.

Damocles gritted his teeth, lowered his psychological price by 30% and said, "Seven hundred Galleons."

After telling the price, Damocles seemed worried that Midgard would be too expensive and quickly said, "This is a very fair price. I have spent decades developing this potion, and the consumption of materials alone is worth it." At this price."

"But people only care about the effect of the finished product, not the process. The process is the experience you gain, not the cost of others." Midgard still plays the image of a mean leader. "We haven't seen the effect of Wolfsbane Potion yet. To be honest, we took a lot of risk."

"The wolfsbane potion is absolutely effective, I guarantee it." Damocles said anxiously, "This price is already the lowest price, and I can't lower it any further."

He was very emotional, and Leonard, who was watching him from the side, noticed this, and tugged at the corner of Midgard's clothes to signal her to put it away as soon as it was good.

Midgard understood, and nodded calmly.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Bell, I'm not saying that the price is inappropriate." Midgard said, "Seven hundred Galleons is no problem, but we need the patent of Wolfsbane Potion."

"Patent? What do you want that for? Restricting patents will only keep the price of Wolfsbane Potion high, which is not good for you." Damocles asked suspiciously.

"There is no benefit for us if there is no restriction on patents. As far as I know, your wolfbane potion is very expensive and difficult to brew. To be honest, if it is not to appease my wolf cubs, I am not even willing to pay the money."

Midgard lowered the value of Wolfsbane Potion again and said, "Nine hundred Galleons, the prescription patent belongs to us, but you need to keep it a secret. Remember, Wolfsbane Potion has nothing to do with you from now on."

Damocles opened his mouth, but in the end he only showed a bitter smile.

"Okay, I've sold it, what qualifications do I have to claim anything to do with it, deal, 900 Galleons, I'll bring the patent documents to Tojiggs later."

"Very good, by the way, remember to write me the detailed formula of Wolfsbane potion, remember, I want to be detailed, every step of the trick must be recorded on it." Midgard stood up, more than two meters tall The body shape is full of oppression.

"Pleasant cooperation, Mr. Bellby." Midgard said, holding out his hand.

"Cooperation... Pleasure." Damocles smiled wryly and shook hands with Midgard, his body shaking with Midgard's shaking hands up and down.

At only 1.7 meters, he was as fragile as a doll in front of Midgard.

After the negotiation was over, Giggs took a look at Leonard and left with Damocles. After confirming that the two had left, Leonard took off the hood on his head.

"You're doing well." Leonard looked at Midgard with a smile, "It has a bit of Fenrir's temperament."

Midgard breathed a sigh of relief at this time, completely lost the aggressiveness just now, "Stop talking, those words just made me feel sick."

"Although it's disgusting, it's very useful. A smiling face is enough internally, but you still need to use your fangs to warn others externally," Leonard said.

"It's not good, it will only increase other people's misunderstanding of werewolves. Bell is better than Mister. At least he is really for the werewolf group." Midgard was a little uneasy. "It's a bit too much for us to calculate him."

"Excessive? Think about your subordinates. It is difficult for werewolf wizards to make money from wizards. Let me ask, how much money do you have now?" Leonard asked.

Midgard shook his head helplessly, "There isn't much left, most of Fenrir's bounties and deposits are used to subsidize the oppressed werewolves. They have no jobs, and if they don't have relief, they can only steal and rob. Nine hundred Galleons have nearly drained our coffers."

Leonard was a little surprised when he heard this, "I remember that Fenrir's bounty adds up to two or three thousand, right? And his deposit."

"It's not enough to make ends meet, after all. If the werewolf wizard doesn't steal it, it's hard to make money, and he has to spend most of the Galleons to buy healing potions to repair the damage caused by the full moon night." Midgard sighed and his face was full. exhausted.

"It's so miserable? Then I won't charge you for the white fresh essence in the future." Leonard said.

"No need, it's just a drag on you when you can't make ends meet." Midgard shook his head and rejected Leonard's kindness. "Sometimes I can't wait to rob Gringotts."

Rob Gringotts?

In an instant, an idea flashed through Leonard's mind like lightning.