Hogwarts was exceptionally lively on the weekend.
Students, free from classes, were playing outside the Castle.
The moment Lucius stepped through the Castle gates, the tall, strong man behind him couldn't help but exclaim.
"It's been a long time since I've been back."
He looked up at the familiar stone pillars and arches, a nostalgic expression flashing in his eyes.
"Hogwarts is still the same, it hasn't changed at all."
He paused, his tone suddenly becoming disdainful.
"It's a pity the Principal now is that old man Dumbledore."
"And there are so many damned Mudbloods in the school."
Lucius's brow instantly furrowed into a frown.
He spun around abruptly, lowering his voice in warning:
"Goyle, when you see Charlie later, speak less."
"It's best if you keep your mouth shut."
Goyle was a bit unconvinced.
"Just a student, is there really a need to be so nervous?"
Lucius was almost laughed by him.
"Goyle, if you have that attitude, then don't expect to earn any money."
"Go back and live off your old savings."
This instantly made Goyle behave.
Although they were both Pure-blood Family, the House of Goyle's days were not easy.
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, his tone softening considerably.
"I'll listen to you, I won't speak after we meet."
Lucius nodded in satisfaction.
"Remember, when we meet later, I'll do all the talking."
"As agreed before, the profits will be split three-seven."
Goyle frowned, feeling it was inappropriate again.
"Three-seven split? Why do we only get seven-tenths?"
Lucius's face was ashen, his teeth gritted.
"Seven-tenths is theirs!"
"We can only take three-tenths!"
Goyle's expression instantly fell.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Lucius's expression, he wisely closed it.
Lucius genuinely wanted to hit him with a Crucio to clear his head.
But the House of Goyle was one of the House of Malfoy's most loyal allies, and he really had no other choice.
Soon, Lucius finished his visit with Dumbledore and borrowed an empty classroom from Dumbledore.
Dumbledore readily agreed, after all, Lucius's current status was a Hogwarts school governor, so this much deference had to be given.
In the empty classroom, Lucius tidied his robes, ensuring every detail was perfect.
He checked the time; there were still a few minutes until the appointed time.
"Draco should be bringing Charlie soon."
Lucius mentally strategized for the upcoming conversation.
At this moment, the classroom door was pushed open.
Draco walked in first, followed by Charlie.
As soon as Charlie entered, he scanned the classroom, his gaze finally landing on Lucius.
"Mr. Malfoy." Charlie nodded politely.
Lucius stood up, a standard aristocratic smile on his face.
"Charlie, it's a pleasure to see you."
"Please sit." Lucius gestured, inviting Charlie to sit down.
Charlie didn't stand on ceremony, directly sitting in a chair, then asked straightforwardly.
"Mr. Malfoy, what can I do for you?"
Goyle frowned from the side.
Why is this kid so direct? He has no manners, doesn't even know how to make small talk?
Lucius was also taken aback, not expecting Charlie to be so direct.
However, he quickly adjusted, thinking that perhaps all Potions Masters had such personalities.
"Alright, since you're so direct, I won't beat around the bush." Lucius cleared his throat.
"I'm here this time to discuss a business deal with you."
Charlie raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
"I hope the House of Malfoy can become your agent." Lucius's tone became formal.
"We are willing to help you sell the Potions you brew, and we'll split the profits three-seven."
"Seven-tenths for you, three-tenths for us."
He didn't use any negotiation tactics with Charlie but directly offered his sincerity.
Because he was very optimistic about Charlie's future.
After listening, Charlie didn't answer immediately but looked at Lucius thoughtfully.
The healing potion was indeed extremely difficult to brew; besides Charlie, only a handful of Potions Masters in the entire magic world could successfully brew it.
Lucius sought cooperation with Charlie partly because Charlie, as the developer, brewed the most effective healing potion.
Secondly, Charlie's talent was truly astonishing; at only twelve years old, he could brew Potions of this caliber.
Who knows what new Potions he would develop in the future? If they could establish a long-term cooperative relationship with Charlie, they would be able to get these precious Potions firsthand.
This was the real reason they were willing to give a seventy percent profit.
Charlie was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke: "I want eighty percent."
"However, any new Potions I brew in the future can also be given to you for sale."
When Goyle heard this, he instantly couldn't sit still.
Eighty percent?
Wouldn't they become beggars kneeling for food?
With a "thump," Goyle stood up from his chair, just about to speak.
But as he looked up, he saw Lucius's cold eyes staring intently at him.
The warning in those eyes was too obvious, and Goyle wisely closed his mouth.
Lucius's face was grim, his tone clearly displeased.
"Goyle, what are you standing up for?"
Goyle awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"I... I need to go to the toilet."
"Then why aren't you hurrying up and getting out?"
Goyle scurried out of the classroom.
After Goyle left, the classroom fell silent.
Lucius fell into deep thought.
One-tenth of the profit for an exclusive sales quota for a Potions Master, this deal didn't seem like a loss.
Moreover, Charlie was the youngest Potions Master in the magic world; from a marketing perspective, this gimmick alone was attractive enough.
A healing potion personally brewed by a twelve-year-old Potions Master would be hard not to sell.
And Charlie had just promised that any newly developed Potions in the future would also be given to them for sale.
With Charlie's talent, there would surely be more amazing works released in the future.
If they didn't seize this opportunity now, by the time Charlie truly matured, they probably wouldn't even have the qualifications to discuss cooperation.
Thinking of this, Lucius nodded: "Deal."
"However, I have a condition." Lucius added.
"What condition?" Charlie asked.
"I hope we can sign a formal contract to ensure our cooperative relationship." Lucius said.
"Additionally, I hope you can provide at least one hundred bottles of healing potion each month."
Charlie thought for a moment; one hundred bottles of healing potion was not a difficult task for him.
"Okay, but I also have a condition." Charlie said.
"You say."
"I will provide you with Potions every month, but when I brew them and how I brew them is none of your business."
Charlie's tone became serious.
He didn't want anyone to force him to brew Potions and take up too much of his time.
Lucius quickly nodded: "Of course, that's only right."
The two quickly finalized the details of the cooperation.
Lucius pulled out a contract he had prepared long ago from his robes, modified a few clauses with magic, and then handed it to Charlie.
Charlie carefully read through the contract, confirmed there were no traps, and then signed his name on it.
Lucius also signed the contract, then used magic to make a copy for Charlie.
"Happy cooperation." Lucius extended his hand.
"Happy cooperation."
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