Mike really couldn't understand why Flitwick and the others were so obsessed with the crown. Even if the crown they had worked hard for was just a fake, they still had to give it up.

Professor Flitwick obviously knew this, but he didn't ask Mike too much in this regard.

"When the crown is repaired, we will announce this matter to all members. I believe that all the members of Raven's Nest around the world will immediately rush back to watch the crown." Flitwick said with little stars in his eyes, "Of course

, Raven's Nest, thank you very much, Mike, if it weren't for you, the crown would have stayed in that damn storage room until the end of the world, even though you broke the crown.

After discussion, everyone decided to reward you after the crown is repaired, and this is part of the reward."

As he spoke, Flitwick carefully pushed the small box on the table in front of Mike.

He glanced at Flitwick with some uncertainty, and when he saw him nodding towards him, Mike followed Flitwick's example and carefully opened the box.

However, what appeared in front of Mike turned out to be another pendant.

The knot of this pendant is completely made of the most ordinary metal, but its pendant part is a teardrop-shaped sealed glass container. The container is full of transparent liquid, which is currently emitting a faint golden light.

Mike was speechless for a moment. First it was a raven pendant, and now it was a pendant. Could Professor Flitwick only give pendants?

When Flitwick saw this, he didn't know that Mike was ignorant, so he explained:

"This is a blessing potion, also known as a lucky potion. As its name suggests, its function is to improve the user's luck. The specific manifestation is probably that everything goes as planned and that no matter what you do, you can achieve success.

But its effect is time-limited, and it cannot be used continuously, otherwise it will cause very serious side effects. You can only take a small sip every time you use it, otherwise it will make you arrogant.

Although it has so many limitations, it is undeniable that it is indeed a very useful potion, and it can definitely give you great help in a critical moment."

After listening to what Professor Flitwick said, the way Mike looked at the pendant had completely changed.

Of course, Mike knew what the Elixir of Fortune was, and he also knew how powerful the ability of luck was.

If you look at Mike himself, you will know that you can't die even if you die. An accidental death will just mean traveling to another world and starting all over again.

In addition to Flitwick's explanation just now, Mike also knew a rumor about Felixir, that is, Felixir actually enhances not the user's luck, but the user's social ability, magical ability, and charm.

Physical strength, reaction ability and other aspects of ability, and the degree of enhancement is quite large, so it gives people the illusion that everything is going well.

After all, if you are strong, everything will go smoothly.

Compared to the former, Mike hopes that the effect of the Fuling Elixir will be the latter. After all, Mike is already lucky enough now, and the Fuling Elixir can only have the icing on the cake, while the latter is a timely help.

Mike still doesn't know what the real effect of Felixir is, and he won't do experiments on purpose because it is too expensive.

That's right, even for a man like Mike, who has a small fortune, the elixir is too expensive.

In fact, the regular market price of Fuling Elixir is not high. One ounce (imperial liquid ounce, one ounce is about 28.4 ml) of Fuling Elixir only costs 2,000 gold coins. However, if you go to the market with 2,000 gold coins, you will never be able to buy Fuling Elixir.

agent.

It is really difficult to make this thing, and it is basically a marketable and priceless thing.

A bottle of about 10 ounces of Felixir was once auctioned on the black market, and the result was a sky-high price of 280,000 gold galleons. This shows how crazy wizards are about Felixir.

"Isn't this... this too expensive?"

Mike carefully held the pendant containing the elixir in his hand, even more carefully than Professor Flitwick did before.

"It's not valuable at all. It's just a small gift. The real gift will have to wait until you go to Raven's Nest to receive it after this semester ends."

At this point, Mike's heart also became hot. The benefits that the crown brought to him far exceeded his imagination. It seemed that the big guys in Raven's Nest really valued the crown.

This is very beneficial to Mike. After all, rare items in the wizarding world such as elixirs have been monopolized by these big guys. Mike can take this opportunity to ask for these items from them.

"Can I make the request myself?" Mike asked thinking of this.

"Can."

"I want two house elves, but if that doesn't work, one will do."

Upon hearing Mike's request, Flitwick was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, no problem Mike, it's just a trivial matter for two house elves." Flitwick laughed heartily, "You may not know that many ancient big families allow house elves to breed with each other, especially those raised at home.

After the number of elves dropped sharply, these families increased their efforts in breeding house elves, so your request is just a small thing."

Is this still possible?

Professor Flitwick's words immediately stunned Mike. He thought that the number of house elves was quite small. It turned out that the old pure-bloods had already been working on solving this problem.

Moreover, Mike also noticed that Flitwick had just used the word "breeding", which reminded Mike of the 'Hey' people. Once upon a time, the large farmers in the United States treated them this way. No, it should be them.

Although he had some sympathy for the tragic experience of those house elves, this emotion was quickly diluted by joy. After all, Mike also had a vested interest. It was too hypocritical to insist that it was not good to oppress the house elves in this way.

Mike is not a holy mother, and he will not set up a Vomiting Association (House Elf Welfare Promotion Association) like Hermione in the original book. Mike is more concerned about having house elves so that he can more conveniently run his own things outside of school.

Already.

"Is there anything else you want? If you only ask for this, you'll be at a big loss to be honest." Seeing Mike wake up from his meditation, Flitwick asked.

Faced with Professor Flitwick's question, Mike thought of the answer almost instantly. He had limited knowledge of the value of various items. Rather than choosing blindly, he might as well let Professor Flitwick help him choose.

"I don't know either. It's up to you, the dean, to decide."

As if he knew Mike would answer this way, Professor Flitwick didn't have the slightest look of surprise on his face, but only admiration.
Chapter completed!