Ravenclaw dormitory!
Ethan looked at his three sons with a doting expression, and said slowly:
"I'll give you a chance to make money, do you want it?"
The Barfey Brain Elixir, Ethan didn't plan to make it himself. While the whole potion making process wasn't troublesome, it would take up a lot of his time.
Ethan didn't want to spend his time on it. It wasn't like Snape, that greasy middle-aged man who decided to spend his life with potions after Lily died.
"A chance to make money?"
Terry stepped back cautiously and asked.
He couldn't understand Ethan's look, but it was definitely not good. Plus, with the word "money," it gave him a bad feeling.
Although the country was very open, he didn't have any such thoughts at all, and he was only eleven years old.
"What about you two?"
Ignoring Terry who had the wrong idea, Ethan turned to Michael and Jean.
When it came to potion talent, Michael was the strongest of the three, while Jean and Terry were both average.
"A chance to make money, who wouldn't want it? Right!"
Jean put his arm around Michael's shoulder and said affirmatively.
Although he came from a wizarding family, his allowance was still limited. More Galleons would be a good thing.
Michael nodded in agreement, or rather, he was even more enthusiastic than Jean. One hundred Galleons a year was enough, but to stay and develop in the wizarding world, more Galleons were always better.
"Then follow me!"
Ethan then walked into the suitcase, the smaller one.
It didn't require going to the Room of Requirement for simple potion making.
There were four sets of cauldrons and some auxiliary tools in the dormitory, which was more than enough. Moreover, potion making didn't require much space.
If it wasn't for fear of dirtying the dormitory and the smell, they could even brew potions in the dormitory.
"This has been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm. My family also has a suitcase like this, as well as a tent. It looks small, but there's a lot of space inside."
Jean explained to his two roommates who were giving him puzzled looks.
But Jean clearly remembered that Ethan was from a Muggle family. How did he get this suitcase?
Even he, who was from a wizarding family, didn't have one. Was something wrong?
"See these frogs and oil? Use them to make potions. One cauldron for one Galleon."
Ethan said slowly as the three of them slowly descended.
The price was definitely not low. Even if they used their spare time and night time to brew it, the Galleons they earned each month would be higher than Arthur Weasley's salary as the Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office at the Ministry of Magic.
But the actual production amount would depend on the sales volume.
And one cauldron wasn't just one serving, it could fill several small bottles.
"Alright, I'll do it!"
Michael was the first to agree. Although he didn't even know how to do it, this was an opportunity he had to grab.
Even for one Sickle, he would do it.
They were both Muggle-born, and from the moment they were sorted, he knew that Ethan's fate would be different from his.
Now it seemed to be true. Excellent grades, he could talk to anyone in Ravenclaw, especially the seniors, he even knew the Boy-Who-Lived, and now he was playing with potions. It felt like he was more pure-blood than those pure-bloods.
It was no shame to hold onto his leg.
With Michael taking the lead, Jean and Terry also nodded and joined in.
"I'll do it first, you guys remember. Bring the cauldrons in later and you can brew the potion here."
"Remember, this potion recipe can't be leaked out."
Ethan's face was full of seriousness as he said the last part.
The wizarding world also had intellectual property rights, such as the Potter family's heirloom shampoo, which they later sold.
But this intellectual property was aimed at pure-bloods. How could you talk to them about intellectual protection, a Muggle-born wizard?
Ethan was sure that if he went to register it himself, the information would be submitted in the morning, and the recipe would be registered before lunchtime, and the inventor would definitely be a pure-blood.
"We know!"
The three of them looked at each other and nodded affirmatively.
Not to mention that they were already good friends, they didn't have such thoughts now, they just wanted to make some money.
Even if they wanted to leak it, they had to think about the consequences of offending Ethan. As a Hatstall and a young wizard who was beginning to show extraordinary talent, his future achievements would not be bad.
After giving a few more points of attention, Ethan started to take action.
He took a frog from the oversized fish tank, then used a small knife to stab it in the back of its head. He turned the frog and the knife in his hand at the same time, until he cut off its head, then gently picked out its brain with the knife and placed it in a container on the side.
This scene was indeed a little disgusting, but that's the way potions are, there are many disgusting ones.
For example, the ingredients for the Brain Elixir were armadillo bile and crushed scarab beetles, while the Shrinking Solution needed caterpillars (sliced), rat bile and leech juice. Other potions were not much better, they had also used slugs yesterday.
He repeated this action until he had taken out sixteen frog brains, then Ethan stopped.
Put the pot on the stove and heat the oil. No typos.
He put the cauldron on the alcohol lamp, added oil, stirred it and waited until it reached the right temperature, then added the frog brains.
Fortunately, this oil was not vegetable oil or animal oil, otherwise it would have become fried frog brains.
After ten minutes, Ethan picked up the cauldron and put out the alcohol lamp, then started stirring the liquid in the cauldron again. The liquid had already turned green by this time.
This one was still successful.
After finishing, Ethan poured it into small bottles, four bottles in total.
Ethan picked up one bottle and pushed the remaining three bottles in front of them: "Do you want to try it? Freshly brewed potion, effect is to enhance brain power."
"Ethan, are you sure it won't kill you if you drink it?"
Terry picked it up and examined it carefully. As a Muggle-born, he had an instinctive resistance to it.
Oil and frog brains cooked together, what do you think it would taste like if you dared to drink it?
"It won't kill you!"
Ethan said as he drank it down. He wanted to set a price based on the effect and duration.
Seeing Ethan drinking it, the three of them didn't hesitate, they closed their eyes and gulped it down.
It did have a strange taste, and it was a bit greasy.
Then Ethan took the three of them back to the dormitory to test the specific effects.
Ethan himself didn't feel any effect, but Michael, Jean and Terry said explicitly that their memory and comprehension ability had improved, but the duration was a bit short, only twenty minutes.
As soon as the time was up, the three of them were back to their original state.
After thinking about it, they decided to sell it for five Galleons a bottle. Potions in Diagon Alley were not cheap.
If Ethan's side was too cheap, wouldn't it disrupt the market?
Plus, this was the only one that enhanced brain power, take it or leave it!
Anyway, he was doing business with pure-bloods or half-bloods, Muggle-born wizards didn't actually make up a high proportion in Hogwarts.
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