HP: For a better world

"Scamander? Even though they are rich, they don't have the intention to invest all their money into the potions business like Malfoy did--" Lucius stretched out his words, and considering that Winster brought the newspaper in time, Lucius suddenly had the urge to give him some advice.

"If you are short of money, why don't you consider Malfoy?" Lucius took a sip of juice and said reproachfully.

The organizers were fine enough, but not as finely crafted as the house-elf.

He frowned, put down the juice with a frown, and tried his best to shift his mind away from the hidden Death Eaters and focus on the immediate interests.

Hidden poisonous snakes are scary, but what is more terrifying is to lose huge benefits because of cowardice.

As long as they could trick this minor into handing over his formula... Apart from anything else, even if the Pharmacists Association had their own procedures, Knockturn Alley also had its own style.

Lucius narrowed his eyes. If someone used his previous identity to threaten him again, enough money would be enough to make the other person understand the virtue of keeping silent.

The hot double-sided mirror in his palm seemed to have not yet disappeared, burning Lucius' heart, making the smile on his lips even bigger.

"Haven't you seen the five Nimbus of the Quidditch team?" Lucius pressed his lips and said, "I'm not here to show off to others."

"When it comes to wealth, there may not be a family in the whole of Britain that can compare to the Malfoys... Compared to the families that have only become famous in recent generations and have been hanging out with those beasts, an ancient family with a long history is your best choice."

Lucius said calmly,

"Isn't it just a lack of experimental subjects?"

Lucius hinted, "As long as there is money... there is nothing that the Malfoy family can't do - the same goes for the 'volunteers' you want. As long as you are willing to exchange the prescription..." He urged, "Then there is nothing I can't help you with..."

Winster tilted his head as if thinking for a moment, "Oh?" He asked softly, "Then how much can you give me?"

he said calmly.

"Uncle Lucius."

Lucius' face flushed, and he said without hesitation: "That depends on what the effect of your potion is. If it can cure werewolves, then the price is definitely something I can't afford, but--" He paused deliberately, his expression as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Winster understood, "Of course it's not a potion that can cure werewolves... I've tried it myself, and it was just a rescue from the brink of lycanthropy. Compared to a potion that can truly cure werewolves, I'm afraid it's not enough," he said modestly.

Hearing the effects of the potion from the maker himself was more useful than any speculation based on hearsay. Lucius could hardly contain his excitement.

Even if it is not a potion that can cure werewolves, it is a potion that many wizards who are afraid of being bitten by werewolves dream of.

Lucius coughed restrainedly. "So you want me to help you find volunteers faster? Of course, without a doubt, it's easy..." He said implicitly, "As long as you are willing to provide us with some insignificant help later - a few bottles of the potion you mentioned... give these potions to the Malfoy family to sell..."

Lucius said meaningfully, "I believe we will become each other's most loyal friends..."

Winster smiled shyly, "Of course I trust you very much, Uncle Lucius." He said sincerely, "Just one or two bottles of potion brewed by me are not enough. What I am looking for is not traditional brewing, but something closer to large-scale production..."

Winster said with a hint of pride, "To achieve my goal, I need countless pharmacists to help me."

"This makes me think of you and the Malfoy family." Winston smiled at Lucius, "Of course, Scamander is also an important part of it."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Scamander?" There was a hint of frustrated disdain in his tone. "What use are they? They treasure those little bits and pieces and refuse to sell something more precious." He said sarcastically.

"But they already have wealth in their hands that most wizards can't even imagine." Winston smiled calmly, pretending not to hear Lucius's unwilling and sour words.

"Since I started learning potions, I've discovered that most of the precious materials are disposable items that cannot be reproduced, and most of them are related to the brewing of potions that are not allowed to circulate. Even my teacher, the Hogwarts Potions Professor, lacks a collection of many precious materials."

"And Scamander has no shortage of these things... It can even be said that they have materials from most of the magical animals that are close to extinction. There may be some species that we have never seen, and are not even recorded in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Only until here did Winster's face reveal his first real desire today. Of course he wanted those precious materials, and he was even excited about their effects in different potions.

But he knew that he might be able to get a little bit of material from Rolf through friendship, but if he wanted to get enough experimental materials to satisfy his love for potions for a long time, he still needed sufficient financial assistance, not to mention the dream he was determined to perfect.

Winster said, "I also desire those precious materials, and hope to exchange them through some specific transactions... In addition, the real birth of the potion originated from my desperate attempt after being bitten by a werewolf..." Winster smiled and gently stroked the almost fatal wound on his shoulder and neck.

Madam Pomfrey's treatment was very effective. The pain caused by the werewolf now only left a faint trace, including a faint moon-white scar on the side of the neck.

But this mark can be removed with potion later, and if you don't look closely, it is almost the same as Winster's current white skin color.

“…I felt the same way…so I came up with this idea.”

Winster raised his two index fingers to indicate, the left one was Scamander, the right one was him.

"I sell potions to reduce the damage caused by werewolves while also making money. Then I exchange part of the funds with the Scamander family, providing them with long-term and stable funds in exchange for the materials they were originally going to sell. After my observations over this period of time, I think these materials are not only very attractive to me, but also to many potion masters. So -" he moved one of his fingers and shook it in the air above the triangle, "the potion masters brew wolfsbane potions - Mr. Damocles also said that he was happy to provide specific details of the brewing process - to exchange for these materials. Then these wolfsbane potions are used to exchange with those werewolves."

Lucius opened his mouth to speak.

But he was interrupted by the frenzied Winster, "Of course I know that those werewolves are basically wanderers, and it is impossible for them to produce much valuable things."

Winster raised his head with a burning gaze, "But they still have labor - with my potion, people no longer need to worry about being bitten by werewolves and then turning into lycanthropes. As long as they are stopped in time, the number of cases of being torn to pieces by werewolves will decrease again and again - and wizards hardly have to worry about these. All along, we have only been afraid of lycanthropy. And the high magic resistance of werewolf wizards also means that they can provide help in many dangerous tasks."

Winster gave an example.

"For example, I know the Malfoy family has a dragon farm. Compared to the high risk of raising dragons, a dedicated dragon trainer is injured. I think, you do the math, Uncle Lucius, would hiring a werewolf who has lost his danger be a more qualified and efficient labor resource? It only requires a little training." Winston said softly. Lucius' mouth opened wider and wider. He almost subconsciously went through the numbers in his mind. According to the widespread discrimination against werewolves in the wizarding world, the salary they can generally get after being exposed is much lower than that of normal wizards. This is the case when they can still get paid, instead of being reported and arrested.

After losing the threat of wolf transformation to other wizards, the only thing left for werewolves is their claws. But those wizards who were originally in high-risk jobs have enough ability to resist. Even if the salary level of dragon trainers is high, a werewolf can never compare to a wizard who comes from the orthodox path.

Winster calmed down a little, and he called softly: "Uncle Lucius, I think my idea is not too wrong."

Lucius said almost subconsciously, "No, not at all." He looked at Winster and paused, breathing rapidly, as if he was shaken by the grand vision. His mouth was dry. Compared with his previous idea of ​​monopolizing the right to sell medicine, Winster's series of ideas could touch his ambitions more.

As long as Winster's medicine is widely recognized, there will be a large number of low-priced employable laborers.

The werewolf's high magic resistance will also cause them less damage than other wizards might suffer when raising dragons.

Lucius quickly began to calculate how to hire a werewolf cost-effectively. He put aside all the discrimination against werewolves in the past. Of course, he couldn't completely give up the discrimination against werewolves, otherwise how could he get a group of cheaper laborers?

As for Winster's so-called sympathy for werewolves, he just listened to it and forgot about it. As long as it could bring him greater benefits, the werewolf issue could be put aside.

He continued to think.

Just the exchange of potion masters and the control of a rare channel for magical animal materials mentioned by Winster are enough to make countless families excited.

Potion Masters exchanging materials... Just with this one item, Lucius had no idea how many Potion Masters he could meet and make friends with.

but……

"But what you said is just a hypothesis, Winster." Lucius pointed out sharply, and he walked around the room with a surge of emotion. "Let me tell you frankly, if it is just to sell your potion that is just lacking in process - yes, the Malfoy family is of course happy to participate in this profitable business. Your idea is good, but there are also some other problems. The most important one is the consent from Scamander - you said you contacted them, but what about the reply? How is the reply? This is the important basis for me to decide whether to get involved in your plan."

Winster's eyes sparkled.

The blue eyes sparkled like a lake in the light.

He admitted calmly.

"Yes, this was just my naive and unrealistic idea at the beginning. Perhaps it was fate that made me meet a friend." A faint smile appeared on Winster's lips.

He whispered.

"—Rolf Scamander. His last name."

"I wrote to him and told him my idea just like you did today, hoping to seek help from him, or just some personal advice from him, but what I didn't expect was,"

Even Winster himself found it absurd and shocking: "Moved by my naive idea, Mr. Newt Scamander agreed to my presumptuous words... allowing Rolf to provide us with some of the materials at his disposal to see the effect... If we do well enough... he is even willing to temporarily stop the sale of materials and transfer this part to the organization I conceived."

Lucius's breathing suddenly tightened and he was dizzy from the blow of the huge golden pie.

"What did you say? Where's the evidence?" He asked in a trembling voice, "Give me the evidence!"

Winster took out Rolf's reply from his pocket. On the piece of paper there was a reply from Rolf and Newt.

He simply waved the short piece of paper in front of Lucius, then folded it up again and put it back in his pocket like a treasure.

With just a brief glance, Lucius still saw the most crucial and core content.

[It’s nice to meet you in person. I’m very happy to hear your ideas from Rolf. Compared to the joke that the Ministry of Magic’s help to werewolves was limited to the registry last year, I think your idea may be more likely to provide them with a stable job and a long-term stable situation…]

"Why would he agree to that?"

Lucius growled in a low voice, staring at Winster's pocket as if he wanted to pierce it. He took out the note inside and read it carefully three times with incomprehensible anger, "Giving up the family's interests just for a child's idea?! What right does he have!"

Idealism?

Lucius was surprised to find a hint of absurdity in his previous ridicule of them.

It was rare for Winster to have a companion with whom he could share some little secrets and who was also dizzy from the pie.

Winster's heart has been beating violently since this morning.

He whispered, "From what I understand... Mr. Newt once worked for the Werewolf Registry... and was never very successful."

Lucius took a few deep breaths. If the Winster potion really had the effect he said, then Scamander's choice was not surprising...

It's not surprising at all! Lucius cursed in his heart. He couldn't imagine that just because of some past resentment, he was willing to damage the interests of the family to try a possibility now.

Perhaps only the absurdity of Merlin's reincarnation could match the news he heard this time, which was hard for him to imagine.

"Then why did you choose Malfoy?"

Lucius paced the room anxiously. Since Scamander was willing to invest so much, even though it was just a pie in the sky at the moment, you didn't know that wizards who tamed magical animals were the richest. There were many people who wanted to get a little bit of money from them. Malfoy was once one of the failed ones.

Therefore, he also understood the shock of this promise. The Scamander family had never leaked a large amount of magical animal materials. Maybe they were worried about attracting more wizards to spy on rare magical animals, but the main thing was that they only needed to sell some magical animal materials from time to time. With the current market scarcity of these items, they had no worries about not being able to sell them at a high price.

That's just the personal wishes of the Scamanders.

He said that although the Malfoy family is indeed the richest family in Britain, since Winston has obtained the consent from Scamander, it is just a money bag. There are countless families who are willing to pay all their wealth to join this game just to get a share of the profits.

Sometimes, too much profit can not only choke people but also make them wary.

"...I remember it very clearly," Winster smiled. Now Lucius's mind was completely led by him. He said lightly: "When I was sick, the Malfoy family donated 3,000 gold galleons to St. Mungo's -"

Lucius immediately showed a look of enlightenment on his face.

Of course, what Winster didn't say was that the regulated African bush snake skin is currently only available to the Malfoy family.

Having said that, this reason is the best way to quickly enhance trust between the two parties. Malfoy will need to smooth over the relationship with the Ministry of Magic later on.

"Of course there is one condition."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and readily motioned for him to speak.

Winster smiled faintly: "As I recall... Malfoy doesn't seem to have a very good reputation among werewolves and ordinary wizards?"

Lucius nodded hesitantly.

He listened attentively and thought about it carefully, with a smile on his face. "Then please keep it secret. I believe you don't want to delay a big business because of the reputation of the Malfoy family, Uncle Lucius?"

Lucius felt sad that some benefit that he had not yet thought of but was vaguely aware of was slipping from his fingertips, but he also understood that this was what Winster wanted. He agreed.

Winster packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he stopped to remind her again.

"By the way, Uncle Lucius, regarding the selection of my medicine volunteers," he said with a calm smile, "remember not to use too rough means to stain our beautiful friendship. I think you will not be stingy with this initial investment, right?"

Lucius said sternly, "Of course." He promised, "You will get the news soon, I promise."

"That's great." Winston said, saying goodbye gently and closing the door. "You still need to use the room, so I won't disturb you, 'Uncle Lucius'."