Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 14 Beauty Potion

Holding the heavy mobile phone, Murphy pursed his lips.

Last time I thought Jim was too old-fashioned to use this thing, but now I never thought I'd have one myself.

Forget it, I'll find some time to sort out the technology in the Muggle world too.

Although he doesn't understand many of the technical principles, he at least knows the development path for the next thirty years, so it shouldn't be too difficult to bring some technologies to the fore ahead of schedule.

……

Over the next few days, Murphy spent his time in the basement tinkering with potions. He had bought a lot of other materials last time, and he turned them into various kinds of potions.

He plans to launch his next potion product as soon as possible.

Making money with just Yunnan Baiyao (a Chinese medicine brand) is still too slow.

New alternative potions include blood tonics, bone-regenerating potions, and energy boosters, all of which are healing potions and pair well with white medicine.

Moreover, their effects are far more potent than existing Muggle potions, so they should sell just as well.

However, after careful selection, Murphy chose a different potion.

Beauty potion.

In short, it is a drug that can make people more beautiful.

It allows drinkers to fully approach their ideal body shape and appearance.

The effect is equivalent to a plug-and-play version of plastic surgery, body Photoshop, and real-life beauty filters.

It's easy to imagine how attractive this thing would be to Muggles who are anxious about their appearance.

Moreover, compared to legitimate medical pharmaceuticals, the beauty industry is far more casual. It doesn't require safety reviews or lengthy clinical trials, and product registration is much easier than for pharmaceuticals.

It's perfect for immediate monetization.

Even its inability to be permanently effective is exactly what Murphy wanted.

If a single dose of this potion could permanently transform someone into a beautiful woman, how would he continue to exploit people? How would he continue to make money?

At the same time, he felt that they should learn from the successful experience of Bai Xianxiangjing, reduce the effective dosage of beauty agents, and mix them with various plant essences to make beauty agent masks, foundations, moisturizers, essential oils, etc.

Sell ​​the beauty potions, which are produced in small quantities due to the rarity of the materials, by the drop.

Does doing this seem unethical?

No, Murphy felt he was much more conscientious than those big cosmetics companies that just throw together some random term like "repair essence" to scam money.

At the very least, his potions are genuinely effective.

Having decided on the next potion to promote, Murphy emerged from the basement, ready to spend a few days resting in the Muggle world.

Just then, an owl landed on the mailbox at the entrance of the old house, dropped in a letter, and then flew away.

Murphy went to the mailbox and reached inside to rummage around.

He pulled out a few emails, one or two of which were replies to his previous job applications, and another was from a guy at the Quidditch boutique, who wondered why it had ended up here.

The last letter, however, came from Alex Wood.

The owl that just delivered this letter must be it.

Alex Wood?

Who?

Murphy was momentarily confused before remembering that he had recruited a certain shit-making sorcerer.

Uh, I completely forgot about it.

He opened the letter.

"Dear Mr. Peter Parker:

I achieved an A in Potions in my Basic Wizarding Examination, and I excel at crafting remedies, enhancers, and fire retardants. If you can offer me a salary of 70 Galleons or more per month, I would be happy to serve you.

70 Galleons is actually not a high salary level, even less than Murphy's job at the Ministry of Magic.

Look at how this horrible workplace has driven the little wizard to this state!

They don't even dare to write down their ideal salary as high.

Murphy replied immediately, "I'll give you 60 Galleons a month. Bring your potion-making equipment and come to this address tomorrow at 10 a.m. Let me see what you're capable of."

Hmph, you still want 70 Galleons from me? You've spoiled me rotten.

……

The next morning, Murphy went to the address he had written in his reply to Wood.

This is a Muggle farm located in the suburbs of London, which Murphy bought a couple of days ago.

At this moment, Alex Wood was already waiting in front of the barn door. His clothes were ill-fitting and mismatched, he wore leather boots and a top hat, and he was dressed like a crazy beggar.

However, this is standard practice for wizards, so Murphy wasn't surprised.

He opened the barn door and let Alex in.

"I need you to concoct a beauty potion. Do you know what the ingredients are?"

"Beauty potion?" Alex was a little nervous. He thought the other party wanted him to make something like weed killer or seductive spray. Beauty potions were not his specialty.

But since he was already there, he tried hard to recall the potion-making techniques he had learned: "Feathergrass, fairy wings, flower petals, ginger root powder... and... unicorn horn powder..."

"Unicorn hair, not horn powder, but otherwise it's about the same." Murphy said, not making things difficult for him, and simply placed a piece of paper with the recipe and production steps written on it in front of Alex.

"If you can do it according to this, then you're qualified."

He was recruiting a wizard's assistant, not giving an exam. There was a recipe, so there was no need to force the person to memorize it. He even prepared the potion ingredients for the person.

"Oh, okay!" Alex breathed a sigh of relief.

He set up the folding crucible, skillfully used his wand to start a fire, causing the crucible to float above the flames, and then carefully began to operate it according to the steps.

Half an hour later, Murphy glanced at the purple solution in the pot and scooped out a test tube's worth.

"How do you think you did?"

"It should... have succeeded, right?" Alex said uncertainly.

Murphy handed over the test tube. "Drink it and see."

Alex hesitated for a moment, then repeatedly recalled his production steps. After confirming that it was unlikely that he could make poison, he gritted his teeth, took the test tube, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The medicine took effect quickly.

Alex's freckles gradually faded, his round face visibly thinned out, becoming angular, his flat nose became more prominent, his puffy eyes were elongated, his eye sockets sunken, and his brow bones protruded, as if a carving knife was rapidly cutting and outlining Alex's face.

A moment later, a handsome man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and deep gaze stood in front of Murphy.

Her appearance was not exactly the same as Alex's; in fact, it was completely unrelated.

Apart from the overall facial features, there is almost no trace of the original Alexander.

In a mere half-minute, they transformed an ordinary passerby into a handsome man worthy of appearing in print magazines.

Beautiful potion, terrifyingly powerful!

Murphy pulled up Alex's shirt and looked him over, noting his now well-proportioned physique with eight-pack abs. He nodded and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a talent for this potion."

Alex scratched the back of his head. "Hehe, I didn't expect it to work so well."

Tsk.

This guy was dressed in rags, looking like a beggar before, but now, wearing them, he had a certain unruly and dashing air about him.

That shy smile could only have been described as sleazy, greasy, and servile. But on his handsome face now, it became shy, cute, sunny, and dashing.

That damn "beauty is justice" mentality!

Unfortunately, the potion was of little use to him.

After all, there's nothing left to modify about my face.

"You've passed." Murphy patted Alex on the shoulder and took a bag from his waist.

"Now let's talk about your job."

(End of this chapter)