"I think one hundred Galleons is a fair price."

As Kyle said this, Ms. Rosmerta just brought a glass of mead and two glasses of freshly made butterbeer.

Looking at the three people chatting together, she was still very surprised.

Ms. Rosmerta was naturally no stranger to Kyle. Before this little wizard graduated, she had already chatted with many famous wizards here.

The first is Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. There is no need to say much. Many wizards have known for a long time that Kyle is one of Dumbledore's most proud students.

In addition, the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, also favored him and even went against all odds to make this student who had not yet graduated the youngest senior assistant minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic.

This incident caused a lot of discussion at the time, and many people felt that this was Fudge trying to please Dumbledore... After all, before this, they had quarreled over whether Voldemort would be resurrected, and even broke up at one point.

They thought that Fudge must have realized something at that time and wanted to make amends and repair his relationship with Dumbledore.

Kyle is a good breakthrough.

Of course, these were all guesses made by the drunkards after drinking, and Ms. Rosmerta didn't think that the arrogant Fudge would bow down to Dumbledore at that time.

Combined with the bits and pieces of talk the professors said when they came to drink, she understood Kyle's excellence better than most people.

But she didn't expect that the little wizard could actually have such a good chat with Dean Sashia, who lived a reclusive life and almost never showed up in public... They even drank together.

It's incredible.

When Ms. Rosmerta approached, Kyle took the tray from her.

The butterbeer belonged to him and Connor, but the mead... Kyle looked at the glass in his hand, shook his head slightly, and took out a glass bottle without a label from his leather bag.

"Dean Sassia, if you like mead, you must not miss this."

Hearing Kyle's words, Ms. Rosmerta looked over subconsciously, narrowing her eyes with anger.

What vision...

What she had just brought was the best aged oak barrel mead, a good thing that the old man Slughorn had hinted at a dozen times, but she hadn't brought out yet.

Look at what Kyle took out... It was a simple glass bottle, without a label, and even the color was a little off. How could it be a serious thing? But Sasiya didn't have any opinions. She was lost in thought and didn't care what to drink at all. She just pulled out the cork.

Suddenly, a strong smell of mead began to spread in the Three Broomsticks.

"Merlin's beard..." Madam Rosmerta blurted out, "This unique oak smell... Have you found the unknown wine cellar of Hogwarts?"

Even Sasia was a little surprised. After taking a small sip, she immediately poured herself another glass. At the same time, she seemed to have thought of something and frowned slightly.

But soon she shook her head again, stopped thinking about the mead, and continued to fall into deep thought.

But Ms. Rosmerta on the other side was not so calm. She just looked at the silent Dean Sasia, hesitated for a moment, said nothing, and silently returned to the bar.

After Ms. Rosmerta left, several minutes passed before Dean Sassia looked up.

She seemed to have made up her mind, smiling and holding out her wrinkled hand.

"Then the deal is done."

"I will buy that thing, one Galleon per year until the hundred Galleons are paid off."

"You've gotten a great deal." Kyle also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Sashia.

This also means that he has nothing to do with the basilisk anymore. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel sad.

The basilisk was a great thing that Salazar Slytherin had specifically left for him, and it was the greatest help to him among all the magical creatures.

For example, in Godric's Hollow, even if there were six fire dragons together, they were not as effective as a basilisk.

But in order to completely destroy Voldemort, there is no other way.

And there is another point... If the basilisk is still alive, no one can guarantee whether Grindelwald will be interested in it. After all, this thing is considered the top equipment for dark wizards, and is no worse than the Obscurus.

Even if you don't use it, keeping it around is a symbol of status.

If Grindelwald wanted to snatch it, Kyle would not be able to beat him.

It's good like this now.

Kyle silently comforted himself, at least no one had to worry about the basilisk suddenly running out of the box and hurting the students of Hogwarts.

"What? You can't bear to let it go?" Sasiya looked at Kyle with a troubled face with some amusement.

"No." Kyle shook his head and put his box on the table. "It's in there. Do you want to take it now?"

"Don't worry, I don't have such a large container. You can help me deliver it later." Sashiya waved her hand.

"No problem. Just consider it as an after-sales service. I guarantee you'll get it delivered to your designated location." Kyle forced a smile.

"Of course, I won't let you suffer any loss." Sasiya continued: "In the next hundred years, I will..."

"No, forget it." Kyle suddenly interrupted her, "I suddenly changed my mind. How about paying one hundred Galleons in one lump sum?"

"Oh?" Sasiya looked at Kyle in surprise, "Why?"

"I admit that I may have had some other ideas before... For example, using the basilisk to exchange for St. Mungo's, or the friendship of the dean," Kyle said.

"So what?" said Sasiya, looking nonchalant.

"Nothing, I just don't think it's necessary."

Kyle picked up the butterbeer and took a big sip, frowning and saying, "And I suddenly realized that I looked like a Minister of Magic just now. This is not good."

"Puchi..." Kanna next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Even Sassia couldn't help but twitch her lips. "Fortunately Amelia is not here. From what you said, isn't it good to be the Minister of Magic?"

"It has nothing to do with this, but that's not what I like." Kyle shrugged, "So pay it in full, one hundred Galleons."

"I don't agree."

Sashiya looked at Kyle and shook her head slightly, rejecting Kyle's proposal.

"In fact, I think the same thing as you." She poured herself another glass of mead. "Because neither St. Mungo's nor I can afford a whole basilisk."

"You can't even afford a hundred Galleons?"

"I mean its true value, without the value of 'friendship' in it." Sasiya shook her head, "So even if you don't say that, I might have to shamelessly use 'friendship' to replace a large part of the Galleons.

Sashia took out a gold galleon and placed it on the table.

Kyle was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, picked up the Galleon and handed it to Kanna next to him.

"Help me remember that Dean Sassia still owes us ninety-nine gold Galleons. If she doesn't pay next year, we will sue her at the Ministry of Magic."

Kanna was a little slow to react for a moment. She looked at Kyle and then at Sashiya.

"What are you waiting for? I really like basilisks. Don't let Kyle change his mind." Sashiya said with a smile.

Kanna then accepted the Galleon with a helpless look on her face.

Dean Sasia seemed to be in a good mood. In just a short while, she had finished half a bottle of mead.

"I liked this very much when I was young, but later I found that it would affect my judgment of potions, and I rarely drank it after that."

Sassia took another sip and sipped it, "But this taste... you didn't really find the wine cellar of Hogwarts."

"That's about right." Kyle pretended to be nonchalant. "It's just the mead that Helga Hufflepuff made a thousand years ago. It's no big deal."

“It is indeed…”

"Really?" Kyle was stunned.

He felt that Sasia seemed to have known the origin of mead for a long time...

That shouldn't be the case. She shouldn't know about the Hufflepuff cup. Did Dumbledore tell her? "It tastes like honey." As if seeing Kyle's confusion, Sassia took the initiative to explain, "I once received a precious gift, a small bottle of honey from a thousand years ago.

"I tried using it instead of amaranth petals and lemon juice to make a special potion and tested its effect myself. I remember the special taste, which was completely different from the honey we have now."

Hearing her words, Kanna suddenly became interested, but it was not mead.

"Really? Dean Sasia, can honey really be used instead of amaranth petals?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, and it was very successful." Sasia looked at the little witch with shining eyes and said, "Preliminary judgment is that the duration of the felicity potion has increased by 20%. More importantly, the effect of this felicity potion will gradually weaken before it ends, which can help people adapt to the sense of gap faster."

As she spoke, Kanna was thinking about something.

"You don't need to remember these." Sasia continued, "It may be the difference in types. Only honey from a thousand years ago will work. I have tried the current ones, and although they work, they will greatly reduce the effectiveness of the Felixir."

"Is that so..." Kanna looked a little disappointed.

Sasia looked at her, "Have you started brewing the Felicia?"

"No, I'm just preparing." Kanna shook her head. "It takes a long time to brew the Felicia Potion. I'd rather learn some special healing potions now."

"If it's a broad-spectrum antidote or a dark magic neutralizer, I do have some special tips I can share with you, if you'd like."

"Of course, I mean, I'd love to..."

Kyle looked at the two people who suddenly became familiar with each other, silently gave up the middle seat, picked up the butterbeer and took a sip.

For a long time afterwards, Kyle seemed to be non-existent, listening to the names of various materials nearby.

It was all normal at the beginning, all about potions and potion materials, but then, I don't know when, types of crucibles and grinding techniques were added.

He had finished three glasses of butterbeer and couldn't get a word in.

It was not until noon that the two finally ended the topic with a lingering feeling.

This was because Sashia had to go back to stir the crucible and had to drop the topic.

They separated at the door of the Three Broomsticks. Connor decided to stay here, while Kyle went back to St. Mungo's with Sassia and sent the basilisk there.

When he came back, he saw a shorthand quill standing in front of Kanna, quickly recording the content of the conversation.

"How does it feel?"

"I gained a lot. Dean Sassia recommended a very good shop to me." Connor said excitedly: "She told me that there is a half-wizard village in Sartorius, and the quality of the potions sold there is much better than that of Diagon Alley.

"There is also the village of Saint Catchpole, where you can buy better quality crucibles... I remember your family lived there, why have you never told me this!"

There was a hint of complaint in Kanna's voice.

Kyle blinked in confusion.

Is there a place selling cauldrons in St. Catchpole? Maybe... As a village with many wizards, there are more or less some special shops. These places are basically under the Muggle-repelling spell, and only wizards can enter.

But to be honest, Kyle did not lie to Connor. He really didn't know and had no impression of it at all. After all, if he needed to buy something, he would usually choose to go directly to Diagon Alley.

There are enough shops there and you can buy whatever you want. It is the most convenient place.

It’s not far anyway. I can just walk to the Burrow and use the Floo Network and I’ll be there in the blink of an eye.

The same was true for the Weasley family. Kyle had never heard them say they were going to the village to buy things. They always went to Diagon Alley.

Perhaps only wizards like the Lovegood family, who do not have a fireplace connected to the Floo Network, would choose to buy some necessities in the village.

But Kyle really didn't know, especially about the crucible. He only knew that Percy was obsessed with the crucible for a while.

"I'll write a letter for you and ask if there's really a place that sells cauldrons..." Kyle couldn't help but ask as they returned to Hogwarts. "But is this all you talked about just now?"

A good potion-making shop, a good cauldron shop... and even better robes for brewing potions.

Why are these topics a little different from what he thought?

When two people who like potions get together, shouldn't the topic of their conversation be about how to improve the potion formula and its effects?

Just like when they started the conversation.

But from Connor's description, Kyle felt like they were talking about a shopping guide exclusively for potion masters...

"Because I learned more about potions from Uncle Severus." Connor explained, "So although Dean Sassia is also a potion master, her methods are not all suitable for me.

"In comparison, her experience surprised me even more. I didn't know there were so many good places in the UK. Even some banned materials have fixed places to sell."

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(End of this chapter)