Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

After coming out of Ollivander's wand shop, Canaan came to the potion shop again to sell the medicines he usually made. This is his only reliable source of income now.

"159 gold Galleons and 39 silver Sickles, 160 gold for you." The potion shop owner said slowly after counting the potions that Canaan brought.

"Why are there more than 20 Galleons less than before?" Canaan asked. He remembered that the same amount of medicine sold more than this amount before.

"Because you have sold too many meditation potions recently, and these potions are hoarded in this shop and cannot be sold for a while, so I can only reduce the price for you. You'd better refine some other types of potions in the future." The owner of the potion shop Very polite and patiently explained.

"Oh, alright." Canaan shook his head helplessly, the Meditation Potion was the one with the highest success rate for him. If other potions were refined, even if they could be refined, it would not be as easy to make money as it is now.

Sure enough, there was never a stable industry. Canaan thought of the Diagon Alley land deed left to him by De Lan. Should he open a store in Diagon Alley and become his own boss? Otherwise, he will really have an economic crisis!

"Little guy, didn't you inquire about Yuehua Grass before?" The owner of the potion shop suddenly stopped Canaan and waved to him.

"You have news again?" Canaan stopped and walked forward.

"How do you calculate the news fee?" The boss of the potion shop looked at Canaan with a smile on his face.

"Let's see if your news is true, and if it's useful to me." Canaan said with a calm face.

"Of course, the business should be a win-win situation." He leaned over, pulled out a large wooden box from the counter, and slowly opened it, "I believe you won't refuse this."

Inside the wooden box is a small grass that is completely blue, with a crescent-shaped tip. There is some red liquid sprinkled on it, which is a cheap anti-corrosion agent.

"This is moonflower grass, where did you get it?" Canaan asked in surprise. This was the first time he had seen this kind of grass.

"It appeared in France, and it took me a lot of effort to get it." The owner of the potion shop tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"How much do you want?"

"At least 500 Galleons!" he said loudly.

"Impossible, not to mention that I don't have so much money, and it's not worth the price." Canaan was a little angry, 500 gold galleons is not a small amount, and all the money he has now is only more than 300 gold galleons Long.

"How much can you pay?" He stopped tapping on the table, looked at Canaan, and said slowly.

"100 gold, this is my greatest sincerity, and I don't want to destroy our cooperative relationship, and Professor Snape is my mentor!" Canaan slowly spit out the following sentence.

"Professor Snape... is your mentor, no wonder?" The potion shop owner was a little surprised, he stared at Canaan with a serious expression, trying to see if he was lying from his eyes.

"If you don't believe me, you can write to him. All the potions I made were done with his help." Canaan continued to pull the tiger's skin with a relaxed look on his face.

"I'm not that boring, so I'll charge you 80 Galleons. I really spent a lot of money to get this grass, and I didn't earn much from you." The owner of the potion shop returned to his smiling face and said sincerely. Snape was the largest supplier of supplies to his potion shop, so he couldn't easily offend him.

"Thank you, sir. Then I'll accept it." Canaan paid the Galleon, hugged the wooden box, and turned to leave the potion shop.

Looking at the background of Canaan going away, he muttered angrily: "Damn!"

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"Fortunately, thanks to Snape, I was able to buy this moonflower grass at a low price, otherwise it would be hard to say." Back in the laboratory, Canaan gently took out the moonflower grass.

This grass was sprinkled with preservatives,

This medicine is specially used to prevent plants from wilting and keep plants alive. But after being exposed to this medicine, the plants can no longer be planted in the soil to continue to grow.

Moreover, the price of this red fresh-keeping medicine is low, and the fresh-keeping time is not long, which means that Canaan has to make Yuehua into Yuehua medicine in a short time, otherwise the activity of the grass will be greatly reduced, and it can no longer be used for medicine making .

Canaan decided to ask Snape to help refine the potion. Although he also knew the formula of Moonlight Potion, he had never refined it before. It would undoubtedly be safer to ask Snape to help.

After quickly writing a letter to Snape and packing the moonflower grass, Canaan summoned Syndra to bring these things to Snape.

In the next time, Canaan is going to make a new type of wand.

During this month, under the guidance of Hoffman, he also made a large number of wands, many of which were unusable due to rough production.

Canaan felt that he had underestimated the skill of making wands. Many concepts and methods involved in making wands required not only understanding but also a lot of practice, which was not much easier than when he was learning alchemy.

Fortunately, Hoffman is a very patient teacher. With his explanation and help, Canaan really made several excellent wands. This shocked Hoffman. He has lived in the portrait for hundreds of years, and he has never seen such a talented and intelligent little wizard as Canaan.

After studying for less than a month, he made a truly finished wand. He felt that the glory of their family might be restored on Canaan.

"Oh, you should first engrave several kinds of magic formations with strong magic power fluctuations on the wand, and then put it into the wand core. The wand core is very fragile and easy to be damaged." Seeing Canaan start making the wand, Hof Man raised his beard and suggested.

"Okay, I see. You are very knowledgeable, and you are also very proficient in alchemy." Canaan said, the movements in his hands were not slow, and he was finely polishing the rough staff.

"Of course, I knew many master alchemists when I was alive, and it is true that you need to know some alchemy knowledge to make a staff." Hoffman was very proud, he liked others to praise him the most.

"Then do you know Nick Flamel? The maker of the Sorcerer's Stone, the greatest and longest-living alchemist." Canaan asked. He felt that Hoffman might have crossed paths with Nick Flamel hundreds of years ago.

"I know him. He became famous after my death. I haven't seen him. His Philosopher's Stone is too famous." He said slowly: "Although the Philosopher's Stone can live forever, its side effects are also It’s huge, and I think its biggest role is turning stones into gold.”

"What side effects?" Canaan asked curiously.

"The elixir of life can be developed with the powder of the magic stone, but if you drink this thing, although you can get the life of immortality, your body will still age, and then various organs will fail, and the senses of taste, hearing, and touch will all fail. In the end, even if It's better to be dead than to be alive." Hoffman frowned and explained, as if he disliked the side effects of the Philosopher's Stone.

"You don't look much better now." Canaan murmured in his heart, but didn't say anything, he felt that he should save some face for the old man.

Seeing Canaan's eyes, Hoffman said again: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, we live in paintings differently, this is a very ancient magic."

"Then tell me about it." Canaan smiled, and he put down the polished stick in his hand.