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By the time they left the Emerald Workshop, the sky had turned dark.
Sean, Mr. Marr, and the witch Sua had finalized the last details of the Magic Hand Mirror.
The two-way version was the most common, while the three-way and four-way versions were ridiculously expensive.
Mr. Marr explained it like this:
"Esteemed Mr. Hermes, this is necessary. Without such a high price, how can we reflect the preciousness of the Multi-way Mirror?
"Besides, these are crafted by your own hand, Merlin's beard...
"You have absolutely no need to worry. I pledge to you on my honor, within three days, the thirty Multi-way Mirrors will be snatched up."
Mr. Marr muttered something about the "celebrity effect" and "scarcity creates value," then enthusiastically refined the product lines.
"The Slim Two-way Mirror version must reduce the weight to half that of the standard version. Two inches! Too thick, too thick, that's practically a brick! Would you use a brick?
"Come on, my dear Lawrence, stop making garbage—do you want our esteemed customers buying the slim mirror to use a chunk of iron? It weighs over two pounds!
"Back pattern? Haven't I emphasized this already?"
Mr. Marr rolled up his sleeves and headed for the production line.
He seemed very familiar with the alchemy apprentices at Emerald Workshop, directing them effortlessly.
Sean and Professor Tyra just watched quietly as he expanded the variety of Magic Hand Mirrors to a terrifying degree.
Magic was even more wondrous than Sean had imagined. In just one afternoon, they had improved the appearance of the previously manufactured Magic Hand Mirrors.
Now Sean was holding a Kneazle-shaped Magic Hand Mirror.
Its back had a Kneazle pattern, and the top had two soft cat ear ornaments.
In Sean's understanding, this was basically a phone case.
Not just Kneazles; Mr. Marr also designed a Niffler version for young witches: it came with a plush pouch for holding small items; a Puffskein version: squeeze its chubby belly to open the mirror; a Unicorn version: with a glowing soft horn ornament, the whole mirror made of light-scattering powder and pure white materials...
In addition, there was a Dragon version designed for wizards: constant temperature year-round, automatically heating up if it detected use by a non-owner; a Pegasus version: capable of floating in the air on its own; a Phoenix version: with gorgeous, magnificent feather reliefs...
Of course, Mr. Marr also designed versions with simple appearances, as well as special appearance versions like the Lethifold, Dementor, Golden Snitch...
Sua followed beside him, recording everything in amazement.
After revolutionizing the appearance and thickness, Mr. Marr set his sights on the display capabilities of the Magic Hand Mirror.
"Esteemed Mr. Hermes, besides displaying the wizard, can it also display the surroundings outwardly? If we add some film, can it record these surroundings?"
Marr asked cautiously.
"Yes."
Sean thought, isn't that just a camera function?
"In the name of Merlin... we're going to make a fortune this time!"
Marr gasped in a low voice, then plunged back into the production line.
Seeing his return, the alchemy apprentices, who hadn't had a moment's rest, looked visibly displeased.
"Adding a new function—we need to complete all modifications before tomorrow—"
Marr announced.
Dozens of wizards remained completely silent.
"Mr. Marr, with all due respect, that's simply impossible!"
One wizard protested.
"Double the wages!"
Marr waved his hand grandly.
"B-But, modifying three hundred Magic Hand Mirrors, we have less than a day, it's only possible if we don't sleep or rest..."
The wizard in the dark grey robes spoke with much less conviction.
"Double the bonus!"
Marr announced next.
"I have no problem! Mr. Marr!"
The wizard immediately became excited.
Alchemists, even apprentices, and apprentices in the workshop at that, were paid quite well.
Now it was doubled.
Sean knew the power of money would be great, but he didn't expect it to be this great.
By the time they walked out of the Emerald Workshop, he already held samples of all the modified versions in his hands.
"Time is limited, forgive me for not being able to accompany you—you can use this pair of Magic Hand Mirrors to contact me—Merlin, how can this thing be so easy to use? Ten times better than owls and fireplaces—"
After seeing Sean and Professor Tyra out of the workshop, Mr. Marr dove back into the production line.
He was beaming, muttering something like "fortune, fortune" under his breath.
Twilight enveloped the Emerald Workshop, the evening breeze stepped lightly on the clouds, and in the setting sun, the young wizard and the old wizard were draped in orange.
"Marr is a decent merchant. He has all the cunning of a merchant, but at the same time, he has a conscience, which is rare."
Professor Tyra said.
At this moment, they were heading towards the fireplace.
...
The second day of the Easter holiday.
Sean was still busy in the dungeons. It seemed Professor Snape had been irritated by Sean being taken away by Professor Tyra a few days ago.
That day, Professor Snape didn't even return to his office; he stayed by the cauldron with a cold face until the swirling steam covered his face.
Sean brewed potions, thinking he probably wouldn't be able to go to Diagon Alley for the sale today.
He didn't feel it was a pity, turning his thoughts back to the Polyjuice Potion he was brewing.
Besides that, he also had to think about how to break the curse on the Resurrection Stone.
In the cauldron, green bubbles rose and burst; outside the cauldron, flames burned and extinguished.
It wasn't until the Polyjuice Potion was finished that Professor Snape impatiently let in an owl carrying a letter.
Sean took the letter from Bai's claws and put Bai into the Book of Wizards. At that moment, Bai was still chirping and trying to peck at Professor Snape's robes.
> Dear Sean:
> I heard a nice new shop opened in Diagon Alley. I wonder if you have time to accompany an old bag of bones for a walk?
> Love,
> Grandpa Marcus
Sean looked up, and Professor Snape gave an unceremonious cold snort.
So Sean knew Grandpa Marcus's expectation was going to fall through.
Just as he was about to write a reply, there was a knock on the door.
A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall managed to pry the young wizard away from the dungeons with some effort.
"Olivia told me the Magic Hand Mirrors have started selling."
Professor McGonagall said gently,
"You should be there."
And so, Sean met up with Grandpa Marcus at the Leaky Cauldron.
The Leaky Cauldron.
It was dark and dirty. A few old hags were sitting in a corner drinking sherry from small glasses, one of them smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was chatting with the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a gummy walnut.
Marcus was right in front of the bartender. He put down his butterbeer, his tone uncontrollably cheerful:
"Come here quickly, let me take a good look at the lovely child of my McGonagall family."