The rooms in the Leaky Cauldron are either large or small. They don't look like contemporary buildings. They can even be said to perfectly follow the architectural style of a century ago.

However, neither the oak furniture nor the old fireplace attracted William's attention. His head just touched the pillow and he lost control. When he opened his eyes again, there was already a pink glow outside the window.

The color is golden.

"Hiss," William subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the sunlight, but found that his entire arm was numb.

Moving his body, which was stiff from sleeping without taking off his clothes all night, William began to look for a clock in the room.

This time he was lucky. Although the hourglass-like object on the table had nothing to do with the alarm clock, when William looked over, the sand still displayed the current time with fluorescent light.

It's nine o'clock, have I slept for so long?

After realizing this fact, his stomach quickly began to protest - since yesterday afternoon, William had only drank a cup of hot chocolate.

Closing the door of the room bluntly, William rushed downstairs quickly, ready to see if there was any leftover breakfast for him to fill his extremely hungry stomach, but by the time he rushed to the bar, Old Tom had already smiled and put a small

A basket of sandwiches was placed in front of him.

"The soup is in the kitchen. I'll bring you one later - by the way, eat well. Those hungover guys will probably curse a few times later, so don't argue with them."

Before William could comprehend it, the upper echelons of the bar were already shouting curses. There were people with country accents, some in Spanish, some in French. The slang and foreign curse words that he didn't understand really opened William's eyes.

He didn't care. He took the food and found a place with better lighting and sat down. After about two or three minutes, the scolding upstairs gradually subsided. At this time, Tom came over with a large bowl of soup and directly sat down.

He sat down opposite him.

"Why are you so tired? When I was delivering food last night, I knocked on the door for three minutes and you didn't wake up."

"Don't mention it. I was so happy after coming out of that damn place. As soon as the excitement passed, I immediately felt exhausted. From yesterday to now, my stomach is empty and I haven't eaten anything."

William swallowed the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth, and then muttered - he didn't know Old Tom very well, but he had taken over two orders of potions business here, so he could talk.

As for the fact that he had been in Azkaban, William felt that it was not a secret at all in front of a bar owner, but it was just a way to hide the differences between him and the original person.

After all, after entering Azkaban once, it is normal to become different.

"What are your plans for coming out this time? Are you still taking over the potion business?"

"Take it, why not? It's not illegal - but forget it for this month. I haven't touched the crucible for a while, so there is no guarantee of success."

William is not ready to give up his eating skills. Although he successfully applied for a professor this time, he has already made plans to leave Hogwarts due to an accident after less than one year as a professor. Will he have to rely on potions to make ends meet?

The label on the potion made by the Potions Professor at Hogwarts can double the price of the potion. Defense Against the Dark Arts - No, the potion made by the Professor of Protection against the Dark Arts for young wizards has a longer name and cannot be sold.

For what money?

Refining potions is a technical job, not like traditional Chinese medicine. Once you have caught the potion, you can bring it back and cook it in a fire according to the doctor's instructions. Potions for public use are better. Employees of the potion shop will make some more complicated ones every day.

Potions or smaller potions are usually made by entrusting outsiders to help. Famous people can sign their names on the potions. People are assured of the efficacy of the potions and are willing to pay a high price.

William, a wild pharmacist who has not survived, will naturally have to return to his old profession after becoming a professor at Hogwarts. He does not dare to waste his one year at Hogwarts. He will improve his potions skills while

It can also be regarded as a prestige for one's future. Accepting the job early will not make you blind in the future, and you will not even have a job to eat.

As for if he discovers that he has no talent for potions, then he should consider changing his career - his current impression of the magical world comes entirely from the memory of his predecessor. How can he still arrange everything for the future without knowing anything?

alright?

If he had that ability, he would have already turned on the linker on the plus sign on the system interface, and even a Jinshan Ranger would not dare to change it like this.

Old Tom was quite satisfied with William's reply - he and William didn't have a good relationship. This time he came to ask questions just because the old people were used to preaching to the young people. Since the other person came out of a place like Azkaban,

If he still hasn't become impatient, then he will naturally continue to push the potion order to William.

There is certainly a long list of potions, but it’s not enough for a young boy to practice. Hogwarts graduates a batch of freshmen every year, and there are even people who can boil potions to produce poison. That kind of potion will cause problems if you turn it in and drink it.

Whose?

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you next month. Hogwarts is about to start school next month, so there will probably be a lot of auxiliary potions."

William was stunned for a moment - he had read through the memory of potions a lot, but he didn't really understand the jargon of potion refining lists.

But he quickly covered it up with a nod by getting a sandwich, and Old Tom didn't have any objections, and was even a little happy to see it - it's not a bad thing for every boss that their products are popular.

"Okay, you eat first, and I'm going to order wine. The mead doesn't seem to be enough. I have to place a batch of orders quickly in the morning."

Old Tom chuckled and left the table and walked towards the bar, while William took this opportunity to quickly recall.

Within a few minutes, he figured out what the auxiliary potion was.

In fact, it is very simple. When many first-year freshmen go home during the Christmas vacation after entering Hogwarts, they will receive good news such as that you are going to be a sister or a brother. Also, after the fifth-year O.W.L exam

, if your grades are too bad, you will also hear similar good news.

The so-called auxiliary potions are basically things used to help these situations be achieved quickly. The demand will increase explosively during the month when freshmen enroll.

But William hasn't even learned about similar potions yet - no one knows how many weird potions there are in the wizarding world. They all seem to be used for various purposes, including resurrection. It's like you can't get involved without potions.

thing!

After swallowing the second sandwich, William's stomach finally stopped urging him so urgently. Only then did he have time to taste how good the sandwich was.

The sandwich was mediocre, but the sausage inside had a strong garlic aroma, which made this thing go up from barely edible. However, the soup had a light spiciness and sourness, which was extremely appetizing.

He couldn't help but use half a piece of bread to drain the remaining soup in the bowl.
Chapter completed!