The quality of the potions brewed personally by Lynn was definitely not poor.
Although he had only recently come into contact with magic, his fine control over magical power was something the vast majority of wizards would find hard to rival.
Magic is a subject that places great emphasis on talent. Whether it is a talent for magical power or something else, it determines the upper limit a wizard can grow to reach.
Or even the lower limit—
For talented people, just casually tinkering around achieves a ceiling that many others can only dream of touching. When Snape was studying at Hogwarts, his talent in Potions was exactly like this.
Lynn had a knack for this. While his talent might not necessarily be stronger than Snape's, he possessed a gift for mass-brewing potions that others could not hope to reach. Telekinesis was equivalent to his seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth hands; tending to over a dozen cauldrons at the same time was not a problem at all. X-ray vision also allowed him to survey the entire situation without needing to move around.
He didn't even need to use his hands to add ingredients; he simply teleported the materials directly into the pots. Across more than a dozen cauldrons, even the timing of adding ingredients didn't deviate by a fraction of a second.
Telekinesis was the best assistant, allowing him to transform into an assembly line and manufacture potions in bulk. As an extension of his will, it could even take over tasks like stirring the potions.
Stamina Potions and Invigoration Draughts—there was no worry about a lack of sales for these two types of potions, which were commonly used in daily life. Although the price wouldn't be very high, the material cost was also low. Most importantly, the brewing time was short; on average, they could be taken off the fire in an hour and twenty minutes. Lynn busied himself for a whole morning plus an afternoon, churning out a full seven batches of finished products—a total of 84 cauldrons. After bottling, he obtained a total of 422 bottles. He could earn about 3 Sickles per bottle, making a massive profit of 74 Galleons and 8 Sickles.
In just one week, he could earn enough money for a Nimbus 2000. Although this thing couldn't compare to a supercar in the Muggle world, it was still considered a luxury item in the Wizarding World.
Compared to working a job, brewing potions was no different from outright robbery for Lynn. However, for any other wizard, it would be impossible to have such high efficiency.
Brewing potions was mentally draining. You had to constantly observe the cauldron, stir at the appropriate times, and adjust the fusion level of the potion. Being able to tend to three cauldrons at once would already make one an outstanding potioneer.
The combination of three superpowers—Telekinesis, X-ray Vision, and Teleportation—brought Lynn help that was far beyond ordinary.
The potions, still carrying scalding residual heat, were poured into glass bottles. After packing away the returns of his busy day, Lynn went down to the Great Hall for dinner.
The young wizards seemed to have forgotten about the morning's events, but perhaps because Ron had shouted "There's shit in the food" back then, the dinner dishes were all solid, hearty foods. There wasn't a speck of mushy stuff to be seen. Even the viscous pumpkin juice had been taken off the menu, replaced by lemonade and other fruit juice beverages.
"Hey, Fred, George, how is your brother doing?"
Lynn found the twin brothers at the dining table, patted their shoulders, and asked.
"Lying in the Hospital Wing. But Madam Pomfrey didn't detect any traces of dark curses on him, nor was he poisoned by anyone."
Fred shrugged. "Ron is as healthy as an ox, so Madam Pomfrey can only suspect that he is allergic to some kind of food, which caused his vomiting and nonsense-talking this morning."
"It's actually hard to believe," George grinned and quipped. "That guy Ron is less picky than a garden gnome. When he was little, he even stole Errol's owl rations to eat as snacks, and we never saw him get an upset stomach."
"Maybe while he was asleep at night, a spider crawled into his mouth and he swallowed it alive. Who knows."
Hearing George's words, Fred suddenly laughed out loud. "Ron is scared to death of spiders. I'm guessing that must be it."
"By the way, Lynn, what did you need us for?"
"The goods are ready."
Lynn lowered his voice.
"How much?"
The twins looked at Lynn with some surprise. This guy really worked fast.
"Over four hundred bottles. A forty-sixty split between Stamina Potions and Invigoration Draughts."
"Hiss—"
The twins, who had done this business before, sucked in a breath of cold air. "We couldn't necessarily make this many in a month before. Brewing potions is no easy task."
"What can I say? I'm naturally gifted. And I'm really short on money."
"Alright then. Come with us after you finish eating. The round trip takes about two and a half hours, so we can't leave too late."
Finishing his dinner in a few bites, Lynn put down his knife and fork and stood up.
"Cho, I have something to do tonight, so I won't listen to your stories this evening."
Before leaving, Lynn didn't forget to go to the Ravenclaw table and tell Cho.
"Mm, okay, if you have things to be busy with."
Cho nodded in agreement. "But you definitely mustn't go sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest. It's very dangerous there."
"I promise it's definitely not that. I'm just researching some little gadgets with Fred and George."
Lynn left with the twins and followed them upstairs.
"There are many secret passages connecting Hogwarts to the outside. For example, the One-Eyed Witch on the fourth floor, the Whomping Willow outside the castle, but the one we use most often is here—"
After arriving on the seventh floor of the castle, the twins brought Lynn before a portrait of a witch.
"The passage behind the One-Eyed Witch on the fourth floor leads to the cellar of Honeydukes. To be honest, it's inconvenient to get in and out, and if you're not careful, you'll be taken for a thief. But not here. The passage behind the Grey Lady's portrait connects to the Hogsmeade Public Floo Network Shack. That house was remodeled from an abandoned, uninhabited empty house, but the secret passage inside wasn't destroyed or discovered. It's very safe to go that way."
"Coming out from there, no one will suspect a thing. They'll just think we're wizards who just arrived in Hogsmeade using the Floo Network."
"But before we go, we have to dress up, change out of our school robes, and put this on."
George handed over a somewhat old black hooded cloak. "Cover your face when we get out. Don't worry, this getup is very common in the Hog's Head Inn. Or rather, almost everyone dresses like this; they don't really want their identities recognized."
"George and I know a few guys. We talked some business with them during the first few days of school and got a lot of cheap materials. Although these guys are lowlifes, they dare not cause trouble inside the bar."
"Mundungus—we've heard this guy's name from Dad. Although he's also a thief, he doesn't have much guts, but he has a lot of connections. In the Hog's Head, he counts as a relatively reliable black market merchant."
"Finally, keep a piece of this in your mouth—"
George handed over a dried leaf. "A Mandrake leaf. After being dried, the medicinal effect is almost destroyed, but holding it in your mouth produces a slight numbing effect. It can change your voice, making it sound much raspier."
"You guys are really fully prepared."
Lynn couldn't help but look at the twins with new respect after taking these items.
"Of course. We never take pointless risks. Gryffindors use their brains too; the real morons are those Slytherin scumbags."
"Although we caused Hagrid quite a bit of trouble before, we never take our lives to risk them in the Forbidden Forest. We just get some materials from the outskirts. We were poor before, and trying to make money was too hard without startup capital."
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