Volume 6: Summer at Spider's End Alley Chapter 447 Exchange
This place really looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, and it was obvious that at the beginning, as Lucius had said, the Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic had conducted a thorough search of the room.
Jon didn't know if Lucius had left him a trick. During the first search, a discovery had been made here, but he was not informed of it.
But what Jon was sure of was that if this house was used by Adrian as a hiding place for one of the gems, he must have used some means to prevent people who did not own the ring from finding the location of the stone.
This was the experience John gained from finding the first two gems. Even though this little-known wizard seemed to have placed gems that he had no use for at all in a messy place, these were basically either his former laboratories or places where he had lived. Moreover, the condition for finding the gems was that he had to have the key, the ring.
Obviously, no one except Jon has this condition.
So Jon didn't waste time looking around. He directly took out the ring from around his neck, and then started walking around the house with the ring in his hand.
His way of searching was obviously very correct. Not long after, he found a place on the floor near the window and the ring had some special reaction to this place.
Then, Jon managed to pry open the floor, but there was just an empty ground underneath.
He didn't hesitate for too long, but insisted on digging towards this position. After digging down about ten to twenty centimeters, he finally found an ancient wooden box.
After cleaning the dirt off the box, he carefully took it out of the pit. The box was not locked and could be opened directly.
And inside the box, there lay a small light blue diamond-shaped gem!
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In the dark room, the liquid in the crucible was bubbling out.
Snape was standing beside the pot. He took out a small glass bottle and began to carefully pour one third of the white powder in the bottle into the pot.
These powders seemed to have calmed the volatile liquid in the crucible, making it no longer boil but calm like a pool of stagnant water.
Snape replaced the lid of the crucible. It would take another ten minutes for the potion to be ready. During this time, he needed to entertain a "guest" who had come from afar.
A ball of green flame lit up in the fireplace on the wall, and then a young man who looked no more than thirty years old walked out of the fireplace.
The place he was in before seemed like an extremely cold place. In such a weather that should have been early summer, he was still wearing a thick robe, a knitted hat on his head, and three or four scarves wrapped around his neck.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Britain is different after all. Hello, I should call you Mr. Snape. Since this is the first time we meet, you can call me Eric."
Snape saw Eric's young face, and there was no special expression in his eyes.
"Your leader doesn't believe what I said in my letter?"
Eric could hear Snape's lack of trust in his age and his lack of reputation, but he still had that gentle smile on his face.
"Please don't misunderstand me. The fact that I was able to leave the Arctic for this trip shows that my master has great respect for your letter. Otherwise, according to the original plan, unless our plan has made a major breakthrough, I will not easily return to Europe."
Snape didn't say anything sarcastic about his words, but just asked calmly.
"So what kind of promise can you make on his behalf?"
Eric didn't have any extra words to say. He just took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and unfolded it in front of Snape.
With the help of the dim candlelight, Snape could clearly see the content of the promise written on the parchment, as well as the name underneath that still frightened the entire magical government.
But after showing Snape the contents of the parchment, Eric put it away again and raised his eyebrows and said.
"Now it's time to show your sincerity, Mr. Snape. My master has given you enough rewards for your letter."
Snape lowered his head again and slowly lifted the lid of the cauldron. Suddenly, a white vapor filled the room.
There was an indescribable smell mixed in the water vapor. Eric frowned at first when he was surrounded by the water vapor, but when he relaxed his breathing and tried to inhale it slightly into his nasal cavity, surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and then the surprise turned into surprise!
"What you get in return is just an illusory promise. What I can give you is something real."
Snape didn't look at Eric's reaction at this time. He just stirred the liquid in the crucible that had become transparent and colorless, and then poured it into a glass bottle.
Then he threw the bottle of potion to Eric. Eric stretched out his hand in a hurry, and forgot to use magic because he was afraid that the potion would fall to the ground.
At the same time, Snape pulled out a drawer and took out a notebook, throwing it to Eric.
"Here are the various materials needed and the detailed steps for refining. As long as the pharmacist your master finds is not a giant monster, the success rate will be at least 30% if you follow the steps above."
Hearing this, Eric couldn't help but break away from his surprise and smacked his lips.
"Only 30%, that's not even up to the standard for mass production."
Snape showed disdain on his face, but did not say anything else. He did not want to answer such an amateur question at all. Every newly developed potion, in order to reach the standard for mass production, not only required countless attempts and improvements, but luck also accounted for a large proportion. He did not have the time and energy to try these now.
"I don't care what you want to do. As long as you can abide by the terms of the contract, I will not reveal anything about the formula and function of this potion."
Eric had not expected to have such a harvest today. He happily put the finished potion and the recipe notes into his robe pocket, turned around and sprinkled a pinch of Floo powder into the fireplace again. Before leaving, he said a last word.
"A master will not break his promise, Mr. Snape. He is not like your former master ."
