Sebastian narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, clearly intrigued by Regulus's sly gaze.
He straightened up a little, took a small sip from his wine glass, and then slowly said, "Guessing Potions? That won't stump me."
With that, he stroked his chin in feigned seriousness, earnestly analyzing the possibilities of various Potions.
Regulus sat opposite him, a cigarette between his fingers, constantly puffing smoke, a mischievous smile on his face, as if he were looking forward to Sebastian making a fool of himself.
"First, we can rule out Hair-Growing Potion and Beauty Potion." Sebastian paused slightly, giving Regulus a meaningful glance.
"Although these Potions are remarkably effective and perfectly suit the needs of those council members and their wives, the problem is that one dose lasts at least a month, so the consumption rate is bound to be low."
Regulus raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly agreeing with Sebastian's words. He did not interrupt, still patiently waiting for the other to continue his analysis.
"And then," Sebastian's tone gradually lightened, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Glee Potion and Dreamless Sleep Potion are certainly possibilities."
"Those council members are under constant stress; anxiety and insomnia are common, so the consumption of these two Potions must be considerable."
Regulus remained silent, still smiling at Sebastian, the expression on his face, indicating that he was still a bit off, becoming more pronounced.
Seeing this, Sebastian crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, and a hint of teasing appeared in his eyes.
"However, judging by your expression, the answer is definitely not that simple."
"As for Bubotuber Essence and other healing Potions," Sebastian shook his head lightly, "their consumption is too low, completely unsuitable for the scenario, so there's no need to mention them."
"Therefore, there is only one final answer." Sebastian's lips curled into a smile, his eyes shining with confidence, "That is the 'Little Blue Bottle' brewed according to Severus's Potion formula!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Regulus finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, extending his hand to give a thumbs-up, his eyes full of admiration: "Alright! You guessed it!"
Sebastian waved his hand casually, displaying an expression that it was nothing worth mentioning.
Actually, for Sebastian, this guessing game was not difficult at all.
After all, since its launch, the Little Blue Bottle had rapidly swept through the entire Wizarding World. Sales soared, and the market supply couldn't keep up with demand, something no other Potion could achieve.
Swan Alchemy's Potion Department is now operating at full capacity all day long, and employees are getting soft hands from overtime pay.
The delivery owls are so tired their wings are almost breaking.
To speed up delivery, Swan Alchemy also set up an oversized self-pickup cabinet at its Hogsmeade branch.
From Vitality Tonic to the Little Blue Bottle, every Potion is packaged extremely discreetly, ensuring customers can pick up their medicine openly without worrying about others seeing what they bought.
To be honest, at the current rate of consumption, Sebastian always feels that within one to two years, the Wizarding World will experience a baby boom.
Anyway, Wizard kindergartens and Wizard primary schools will never lack students.
Suddenly, Regulus interrupted Sebastian's thoughts.
"By the way, the Potion factory has been built, and all the procedures have long been prepared by numerous council members. After the New Year, should we recruit workers and start industrial production of the Little Blue Bottle?"
"Sebastian, you should know that Potion brewing is a delicate process, and the reaction time of each batch of Potion during brewing is different."
"In this situation, using industrial production, the quality of the Potion is very likely to decrease."
Quality decline?
Even if the quality declines, Muggles will still flock to it.
As far as Sebastian knows, the Muggle blue pill won't get market approval until 1998; this field is currently a blue ocean.
Therefore, the key to the Little Blue Bottle is to expand production to seize the market.
This is a multi-billion dollar market; starting work early means making money early.
Sebastian immediately made the decision: "Start work, it must start, this is a critical moment for the Little Blue Bottle to seize the market."
"Remember to specify in the advertisement that our Little Blue Bottle extracts plant and animal essences and has no side effects on the human body."
"By then, it will definitely become popular worldwide."
To be honest, the reason the Little Blue Bottle could be put into industrial production was entirely due to Snape's superb Potion skills, which streamlined the brewing process to the extreme.
Throughout the entire brewing process, only three Potion reactions need attention, so even if the quality decreases, it won't drop significantly.
With his technology shares, Snape earned a fortune, becoming much more generous, and he constantly ordered various precious Potion materials from Sebastian.
"Of course," Sebastian smiled slightly and immediately added.
"Compared to Wizard hand-brewed Potions, although the quality is slightly lower, we can define them as the standard version and open them to Muggles worldwide."
"As for the hand-brewed Potions, we can call them the platinum version, exclusively for those Muggles of status and position, such as those council members."
"This way, those council members will know they are using high-end goods, which will further satisfy their superior mentality."
At this point, Sebastian sat up straight, his face serious as he instructed.
"Oh, and one more thing: when distributing Potions, remember to differentiate based on closeness. Only those who have signed a magical contract are our own people."
"Even for our own people, besides Christmas gifts, don't let those council members get any kind of Potion too easily on normal days."
"And when they should pay, make them pay. The more expensive it is, the more they will cherish it."
"You need to let them know that it's not easy for you to obtain these Potions. You need to make them actively ask you for medicine, rather than you proactively offering it to them."
The council members need Potions and the Wizard connections behind Regulus, while Regulus and Sebastian need opportunities to bestow favors upon these council members.
Only in this way can the relationship of gratitude and subordination be clearly defined.
It should be known that these council members are all arrogant. If they are proactively offered, they might receive some gratitude at first.
But over time, they will simply take it for granted that those Potions are what they deserve, the share Regulus should provide to curry favor with them.
Therefore, it is essential to make these council members understand that they are the ones asking for favors.
"Haha—" Regulus laughed heartily, "I've been in the Muggle world for so many years; I know how to handle these human relations."
"You can rest assured when I handle things!"
Seeing that Regulus understood the stakes involved, Sebastian nodded slightly.
Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked Regulus.
"You know about Sirius's escape from Azkaban, right?"
"Yes," Regulus's expression darkened, "I saw his wanted poster in the news a long time ago."
"He's quite capable, escaping from Azkaban."
"Why bring up that guy out of nowhere? Did you catch him?"
Sebastian slowly said, "No, but I did find a clue."
"Out of respect for you, I didn't touch him, although my relationship with him is indeed very bad."
"Also, I found something else. That is, Sirius might be innocent."
"Do you have any thoughts?"