There were no pleasantries or small talk — the mysterious figure swiftly took out five sets of potions, each consisting of ten small bottles.
With gentle movements, he carefully arranged the five sets on the counter.
Under the dim lighting of the shop, the potion bottles glowed with an eerie blue light, bubbling vividly.
The moment the wealthy guests laid eyes on the potions, their eyes lit up uncontrollably, and they gasped in awe.
"Vitality Potion!"
Their voices were filled with surprise and excitement, their eyes brimming with barely hidden desire.
The mysterious man slowly looked up, a faint smile on his face as he glanced at the seated rich guests.
"It seems the guests are pleased with my product. As usual, the starting bid for the first set of Vitality Potion is five pounds."
His voice sounded cold, devoid of emotion.
Then he paused, grinning wickedly. "Now then—let the bidding begin!"
As soon as his words fell, Tony Stark raised his hand without hesitation.
"Six pounds!"
Stark was clearly determined to win this set of potions.
Like a starter pistol, this sparked the next bid. An older tycoon quickly spoke up.
"Eight pounds!"
His tone was firm, showing no deference to Stark, and his expression was filled with unwavering determination.
"That shameless old fart. Still trying to steal vitality potions at his age," Stark muttered under his breath, a flicker of irritation in his eyes as he raised his bid again.
Pepper asked curiously, "Vitality Potion? What is that?"
She looked genuinely puzzled, clearly intrigued by the potion that had suddenly driven everyone into a frenzy.
"A miraculous elixir. Just one bottle can keep you energized for an entire week," Stark explained briefly.
Then he added, "One bottle can make you feel like you're back in high school — and there are no side effects."
Pepper gave him a disbelieving look, as if she suspected this was some kind of scam.
Stark shrugged. "I wasn't scammed. I've tried it myself. And do you really think this many sharp-minded people would all fall for a con?"
Pepper glanced around at the big shots from business and politics, all staring at the potions with feverish eyes, as if they were the most valuable treasures in the world.
Eventually, the older tycoon won the first set with a final bid of fifteen pounds.
"Why didn't you keep bidding?" Pepper asked, confused. "That's not like you."
She fixed her gaze on Stark, trying to read his expression.
"That was just one of the sets," Stark said calmly. "Each person can only buy one."
His voice was relaxed, as if everything was already under his control.
Pepper suddenly understood, her eyes flashing with realization.
Sure enough, the mysterious man took out another identical set of potions.
And once again, the crowd plunged into another intense round of bidding.
Again and again they fought for them.
After five rounds, the mysterious man produced a new type of potion.
"Beauty Potion. This potion can enhance a person's appearance."
He explained blandly.
His tone remained indifferent, as though he couldn't care less about the crowd's excitement.
A plump, extravagantly dressed woman shot to her feet and shouted eagerly, "Twenty pounds!"
She secured the first set with overwhelming confidence.
After several more rounds of bidding, everyone was sweating. Beads of sweat dotted their foreheads, and some licked their lips from time to time to ease the tension and excitement building inside.
"Looks like everyone's tired. Let's take an intermission," the mysterious man said.
A wooden stick suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a flick—
Wine glasses filled with red wine materialized out of thin air. The glasses floated in an orderly fashion through the air and gently landed on the side tables beside everyone's right hand.
"No matter how many times I see it, it's still amazing!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.
Tony Stark picked up his glass and, smiling, handed one to the stunned Pepper.
"What is this? Some kind of magic trick?" Pepper asked, eyes wide in disbelief.
"It's magic," Tony Stark replied casually, taking a small sip of the wine.
"A superb red wine. A variety that doesn't exist on the market. It'd be a shame not to taste it."
Tony narrowed his eyes slightly, a satisfied smile playing at his lips.
After a small sip, even Pepper looked a little enchanted.
As Tony Stark's assistant, she often accompanied him to high-end events, and she had developed a refined and keen palate for fine wine.
This wine possessed an unparalleled taste and a lingering aftertaste.
Pepper exclaimed excitedly, "It truly has a unique flavor — that rich aroma is like a bouquet of lush flowers, lingering in the nose, while the aftertaste is long and mellow, like a beautiful melody slowly playing across the tongue."
"How about that? Didn't I tell you?" Tony Stark raised an eyebrow proudly, a smug smile on his face.
"Which winery is this from?" Pepper asked curiously, her gaze still fixed on the dazzling ruby-red liquid in her glass.
Tony shrugged. "No clue. Probably a private stash of the shop owner."
Pepper continued to savor the wine slowly. For a moment, she seemed to forget everything around her, completely immersed in the delightful experience on her palate.
After a short break, the mysterious man signaled for the auction to resume.
As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense — the number of potions remaining was now very limited.
The bidders grew more enthusiastic, and the calls for prices echoed non-stop.
If it weren't for the restrictions in place, Tony Stark would've wanted to buy up every single set.
Eventually, under the reluctant and eager gazes of the guests, the mysterious man announced the end of the auction.
The crowd began to disperse. The hall gradually emptied, and the large doors slowly shut.
The mysterious man removed his mask, revealing a young, handsome face with sharply defined features.
His facial structure was as finely carved as a statue, and his expression radiated confidence and intelligence.
With a simple wave of his hand, a row of suitcases before him automatically opened — all filled with gleaming gold bars.
He nodded in satisfaction, the corners of his lips lifting in a faint smile.
"There won't be any shortage of funds for a while," he murmured to himself.
"Jandy," he called softly.
Poof! — a light pop sounded in the air.
A strange, small creature appeared.
Its small, wrinkled body and elf-like features made it quite a peculiar sight.
It had bat-like ears, bulging tennis ball-sized green eyes, and a long, flat nose.
The moment Jandy appeared, it bowed deeply and spoke respectfully, "At your service, my master."
"Put the gold bars away," the mysterious man instructed.
"As you command, Master."
With a snap of Jandy's fingers, the suitcases floated into the air. Then, after another respectful bow, Jandy exited, the floating suitcases obediently following behind it.
Wes Elwin sat quietly in a chair, pouring himself a glass of water.
"Getting to this point wasn't easy," he murmured to himself.
Wes Elwin was a transmigrator. Originally, from Earth, he was just an ordinary working man, living a busy and uneventful life.
But after one night's sleep, he unexpectedly found himself in the body of a ten-year-old orphan.
At first, he was panicked and helpless. Becoming a child again after being an adult was something he simply couldn't accept.
He had no idea what kind of world he had landed in — the people here were completely different from the ones in his original world.
One day, the orphanage organized a field trip, and the director took the children to visit the Captain America Memorial Museum.
It was only then that the child-sized Wes Elwin finally realized — he was in the Marvel Universe.
A world full of danger and the unknown — for an ordinary person, it was brutally unfriendly.
Let's not even mention Thanos, who could wipe out half the universe with a snap of his fingers. Just the rampant street-level violence was terrifying enough.
Even when faced with a lowly mugger, Wes Elwin felt completely powerless.
After all, he was now living in America — and had become a helpless little kid with no support.
"Gunfights every day. Welcome to the land of the free."
That wasn't just a joke.
Wes Elwin had once fallen into deep despair. He even considered giving up — ending it all, hoping he might transmigrate again. But in the end, he didn't have the courage to go through with it.
Then, a turning point came on his 11th birthday.
In the orphanage, birthdays were meaningless — no one expected to celebrate properly.
That day, Wes was fast asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the rumble of a train.
Annoyed, he was about to snap — but when he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find himself sitting inside a steam train.
The train was filled with children, all chatting and laughing.
Still in a daze, a transparent screen suddenly appeared in front of him.
Host: Wes Elwin
Worlds: Marvel; Harry Potter
Profession: ??
Level: 0
A crude, almost laughably simple system interface floated before his eyes.
At first, Wes was stunned — but then he was overjoyed.
"A system? A panel? A cheat?!"
He excitedly tried everything he could to interact with it.
But no matter what he did, the panel didn't respond at all.
After the train came to a stop, he disembarked with the others — and immediately saw a majestic castle in the distance, along with cheers from the gathered crowd.
In that moment, Wes Elwin knew exactly where he was:
Hogwarts — a mysterious and magical school of wizardry.