This made Damocles at a loss. He hurriedly helped Old Pete up, stamring and not knowing what to say.
"I...you...ah..."
Damocles' face flushed.
He was obsessed with potion research all day long, imrsed in various complicated experints, and seldom took the initiative to interact with people.
Different from ordinary potion masters, Damocles never pursues fa or wealth. He has only one goal in mind: to seek welfare for werewolves.
Although his research results seed unpopular in the potion world, he didn't care.
He understood that the reason werewolves were struggling at the bottom of society and living in hardship was largely because of the great harm caused by their transformation.
The ergence of wolfsbane potion can solve this situation well.
It is a well-known fact that werewolves are extrely poor. Because of this, this potion cannot bring huge profits and cannot attract those colleagues who only care about wealth and reputation.
Damocles was well aware of this, and he never expected that his research would bring him much wealth and glory.
Therefore, even though he is a master of potions, basically no one would take the initiative to visit him.
To put it simply, Damocles is a solitary researcher with lofty aspirations.
He is unfamiliar and clumsy in dealing with human relationships and often does not know how to respond to other people's enthusiasm or hostility.
As if he saw Damocles' predicant, Snape took the initiative to step forward and speak to Damocles.
"Damocles, I looked at the potion formula you gave and found a big problem."
question?
Damocles' eyes lit up when he received the key words, and he quickly looked at Snape.
Also from Slytherin house, he is one year below Snape.
He admired Snape's talent for potions, and they often discussed potions together during school.
Therefore, he was very curious about what the problem was that Snape was talking about.
"I don't know if you've noticed," Snape said in a smooth voice, "that most of the ingredients in your recipes are very expensive."
"For poor werewolves, they probably can't afford the cost of wolf poison potion."
Hearing this, Damocles frowned and said, "Indeed, I have also discovered this problem."
"So, my next research goal is to reduce the cost of wolfsbane potion as much as possible. Severus, do you have any ideas?"
Speaking of professional issues, Snape beca interested and discussed the ingredients in the recipe one by one with Damocles.
These two people...
He didn't care what the occasion was and just ignored his surroundings when talking about potions.
As the protagonist of today, Damocles must socialize with others and cannot just chat here all the ti.
Sebastian shook his head helplessly, and just as he was about to interrupt the two of them, he heard a familiar voice sounded not far away.
"rlin's beard, look who these people are!"
"Sebastian, Severus, and today's protagonist Damocles are all young talents from Slytherin."
Sebastian grinned and looked at the person who made the sound. It was his old dean, Horace Slughorn.
He, along with Dumbledore and Mr. Bolton, the headmaster of St. Mungo's Hospital, walked towards the group with a smile.
"Albus, look, they are all students I taught. Aren't you envious?"
"Not at all," Dumbledore quipped. "In my eyes, they are all students who have just graduated from Hogwarts."
"Sebastian, is this Damocles the Potions Master you have been recomnding?" Although Dean Bolton is in his seventies, he does not look old at all, and he speaks with full energy.
"Under such circumstances, they were able to focus on discussing the improvent of the potion formula. It really lives up to its reputation."
Dean Bolton was very interested in Damocles and started a conversation with him directly, praising his original intention of researching wolfsbane potion.
From Dean Bolton's words, everyone quickly learned that every year there are a few patients who are bitten or scratched by mad werewolves on full-moon nights.
Although these patients would be taken to St. Mungo's Hospital, the healers could only treat their wounds from werewolf bites and then watch them transform into werewolves.
Now, as long as the wolfsbane potion is promoted, the probability of being attacked by a mad werewolf will be greatly reduced.
Those kind werewolf wizards can also slowly reintegrate into normal life.
While everyone was chatting, Sebastian secretly took Horace aside, took out a can of beautifully packaged pineapple preserves and put it in his hand.
"Dean, this is a special preserve I brought for you," Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Please put it away quickly."
Horace was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling and kept patting Sebastian's shoulder.
Sebastian quietly asked Horace about the preparation of the elixir, and after learning that it would be ready soon, the two returned to Damocles again.
As he approached the group, Sebastian heard Dean Bolton's powerful voice.
"Albus, if the wolfsbane potion is successfully tested, I suggest that we jointly nominate Damocles to obtain a second-class dal of the Order of rlin."
"No problem," Dumbledore nodded, "Damocles' contribution is fully worthy of an Order of rlin."
Hearing this, Sebastian bead with joy.
Nice!
I help Damocles not only to help him gain fa, but also to let more people know this hard-working potion master.
It was more about helping Damocles get a nomination for the Order of rlin.
You know, in order to win the Order of rlin, you not only need to make outstanding contributions to the wizarding world, but you also need to find a nominator.
If the nominee is a recipient of the Order of rlin, the approval efficiency will be greatly improved.
If there is no nominator, one can only wait for the Order of rlin to automatically initiate the nomination. In this case, when it will be passed depends on fate.
Sebastian used his connections to invite many big nas in the magic world for this very purpose.
After Dean Bolton left, Sebastian took Damocles directly to other parts of the hall and talked with many officials from the Ministry of Magic and even mbers of the Order of rlin one by one.
Such a good opportunity doesn't co along every day, and we can't let Damocles sit there discussing the formula and waste this opportunity.
The eting lasted for two hours until it was getting dark, and a group of people ca into the press conference hall.
Reporters adjusted their magic caras or prepared parchnt and shorthand quills.
Aurors began to maintain order and asked people in the hall to take their seats as quickly as possible.
Soon, Minister of Magic Fudge appeared at the podium of the press conference.
He cleared his throat and spoke cheerfully.
"Caring for the social life of werewolves and building a harmonious wizarding world."
"I declare!"
"The press conference officially begins."
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