Holding the heavy mobile phone, Murphy curled his lips.
Last time, he thought Jim was too old-fashioned to use this thing, but now he didn't expect that he would have to carry one too.
Forget it, when will he spare the energy to sort out the technology in the Muggle world?
Although he didn't understand many scientific and technological principles, at least he knew the development path of the next thirty years, and it shouldn't be difficult to make some technologies appear a little earlier.
…
In the next few days, Murphy kept tinkering with potions in the basement. Last time, he bought a lot of other materials, all of which were made into various potions.
He planned to launch the next potion product as soon as possible.
Only Cloud White Medicine, making money is still too slow.
The new alternative potions include blood tonic, bone spirit, and stimulant, which are all therapeutic potions and go well with white medicine.
And the speed of taking effect is much stronger than the existing potions of Muggles, so it should also be easy to sell.
However, after careful screening, Murphy chose another potion.
Beauty potion.
In short, this is a potion that can make people beautiful.
It makes the drinker close to the ideal body and appearance in all aspects.
The effect is equivalent to plug-and-play plastic surgery, physical photoshop, and real-life beauty.
It is conceivable how attractive this thing will be to Muggles who are anxious about their appearance.
And compared to serious medical potions, the beauty industry is too casual. It does not require safety review or long clinical trials, and product registration is much easier than drugs.
It is really suitable for immediate cash.
Even its defect that it cannot take effect permanently is exactly what Murphy wants.
If a bottle of potion makes people permanently beautiful, how can he continue to cut leeks? How can he make money?
At the same time, he thought he should learn from the successful experience of Baixian essence, reduce the effective dosage of beauty potion, mix it with various plant essences, and make beauty potion masks, foundations, lotions, essential oils, etc.
Sell the beauty potion that has a small output due to the scarcity of materials by the drop.
Does it seem very unscrupulous to do this?
No, Murphy felt that he had a much better conscience than those cosmetics manufacturers who just made up a random name like repair essence to cheat money.
At least, his potion is really effective.
After deciding on the next potion to promote, Murphy came out of the basement and prepared to go to the Muggle world to rest for a few days.
At this time, an owl landed on the mailbox at the door of the old house, threw a letter in, and then flew away.
Murphy came to the mailbox and reached in to dig.
He took out a few emails, one or two of which were replies to his previous job applications, and another was an advertisement for a Quidditch boutique. I don't know why it was sent here.
The last letter, however, was from Alex Wood.
The owl that just delivered this letter should be this one.
Alex Wood? Who?
Murphy was confused for a moment, then he remembered that he had recruited a certain shit refiner.
Uh, I completely forgot about it.
He opened the letter.
"Dear Mr. Peter Parker:
I got an A in the Basic Wizard Level Exam in Potions, and I am good at making mitigating agents, enhancers, and fireproof potions. If you can provide a salary of more than 70 Galleons per month, I would be happy to serve you."
70 Galleons, this salary level is actually not high, even worse than Murphy's job at the Ministry of Magic.
Look at what this terrible workplace has forced the little wizard into.
I dare not even write a higher ideal salary.
Murphy replied immediately, "I'll give you 60 Galleons a month. Bring your potion equipment and come to the address below at 10 am tomorrow to show me what you can do."
Hmph, you're asking me for 70 Galleons. I will not spoil you.
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The next morning, Murphy came to the address he wrote in his reply to Wood.
This is a Muggle farm in the suburbs of London, which Murphy bought two days ago.
At this time, Alex Wood was already waiting in front of the barn door. His clothes were neither fitting nor matching. He wore a pair of leather boots and a high-brimmed hat, and he looked like a psychotic beggar.
But this was a routine operation for wizards, so Murphy was not surprised.
He opened the barn door and let Alex in.
"I need you to make a bottle of beauty potion. Do you know what the ingredients are?"
"Beauty, beauty potion?" Alex was a little nervous. He thought the other party wanted him to make something like weed killer and fox spray. Beauty potion was not his specialty.
But since he was here, he tried to recall the potion skills he had learned, "feather grass, fairy wings, flower petals, ginger root powder... and... unicorn horn powder..."
"Unicorn hair, not horn powder, the others are similar." Murphy said, and did not make it difficult for him. He directly put a piece of paper with the formula and production steps in front of Alex.
"If you can make it according to this, you will pass."
He was recruiting a wizard assistant, not an exam. There was a formula, so there was no need to force people to memorize it. He even prepared the potion materials for people.
"Oh, okay!" Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
He propped up the folding crucible, skillfully used the magic wand to light a fire, and let the crucible float above the flame, and then carefully operated according to the steps.
Half an hour later, Murphy took a look at the purple solution in the pot and scooped out a test tube of it.
"How do you think you did?"
"It should be...successful?" Alex said uncertainly.
Murphy handed over the test tube, "Drink it, try it."
Alex hesitated for a while, and repeatedly recalled his own production steps. After being sure that it was unlikely to make poison, he gritted his teeth and took the test tube and swallowed it.
Soon, the potion took effect.
Alex's freckles gradually disappeared, his round face became visibly thinner, and became angular. His big nose became prominent, his eyes became elongated, his eye sockets sunken, and his brow bones protruded, as if a carving knife was quickly cutting and drawing on Alex's face.
After a while, a handsome man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and deep eyes stood in front of Murphy.
His appearance is not exactly the same as Alex's before, but it can only be said to be completely unrelated.
Except for the overall layout of the facial features, there is almost no trace of the original Alex.
In half a minute, a passerby was transformed into a handsome man who can appear in a print magazine.
The beauty potion is so terrifying!
Murphy pulled up Alex's shirt and looked at his well-proportioned body with eight abdominal muscles. He nodded and said, "I didn't expect you to be so talented in this potion."
Alex scratched the back of his head, "Hehe, I didn't expect the effect to be so good."
Tsk.
This guy was wearing rags and looked like a beggar before, but now he looked a bit unruly and unrestrained.
The shy smile could only be described as wretched, greasy, and humble. But on this handsome face now, it turned into shy, cute, sunny and handsome.
It's really damn justice!
Unfortunately, this potion is of no use to me.
After all, there is nothing to modify on my face.
"You passed." Murphy patted Alex on the shoulder and took off a bag from his waist.
"Now let's talk about your work."
(End of this chapter)