"It actually worked..."
The editor successfully brewed a flawless Wolfsbane Potion in The Golden Cauldron editorial laboratory, following the paper's instructions and using three substitutes for the most expensive materials.
Although the editor had brewed related potions many times before when reviewing papers, none had ever shocked him as much as this time.
Because before reviewing papers, he harbored full doubts about them, so when practice succeeded and confirmed the paper's correctness, it caused him tremendous impact.
"This Mr. Bulstrode is really..."
Muttering to himself, the editor immediately poured the potion into a container. Such expensive items were sold by The Golden Cauldron editorial department after practical testing as employee benefits, so expensive items like Wolfsbane Potion couldn't be carelessly left aside.
After storing the potion properly, the editor immediately took the paper to the chief editor's office. Papers of such obviously high importance had to be reviewed by the chief editor immediately.
The chief editor was drinking his red tea from the South African Ministry of Magic, savoring its taste, when the editor suddenly burst through the door and slammed a paper on his desk, nearly causing him to spit out his tea.
"Are you crazy? Every time I encounter you, I can never drink my tea in peace."
"Chief editor, you should look at this paper."
Seeing the editor's state, the chief editor, who knew his character well, immediately became serious. He set down his teacup and picked up the paper, looking at the title.
"Wolfsbane Potion? Is this a new paper by Master Damocles?"
"No, although this is a paper related to Wolfsbane Potion, it's not by Master Damocles, but by that Hogwarts student, the young master of the Bulstrode family, Sean Bulstrode!"
Sean Bulstrode?
The chief editor naturally remembered him. After all, the new mental recovery potion had been making waves recently, and the Bulstrode family, who held the patent, was reportedly making a fortune. As the creator of the new mental recovery potion, Sean was naturally the most prominent figure. If he weren't at Hogwarts, people would have already come knocking.
A paper by Sean Bulstrode on Wolfsbane Potion?
And it made this guy so excited...
Interesting!
Opening the paper and reading the content inside, gradually the chief editor's expression became serious too. He seemed completely unprepared for how the paper would unfold, showing both surprise and admiration.
Twenty minutes later, the chief editor finished reading the paper.
Setting down the paper, the chief editor sat in his chair quietly for a while before asking the editor: "Did you calculate how much these substitute materials would ultimately save for Wolfsbane Potion?"
"About thirty percent. The three materials substituted in the paper are the rarest and most expensive in Wolfsbane Potion. Although the total price of Wolfsbane Potion with substitute materials is still very expensive, mass production becomes possible. After all, the problem with those three materials wasn't just expense. They were also extremely rare. After substitution, not only is it thirty percent cheaper, but also those rare materials are no longer necessary."
"Thirty percent isn't bad, but it's not enough. Not enough to be revolutionary."
Hearing the chief editor's words, the editor immediately nodded: "Right, not revolutionary enough, but Chief Editor, you should have noticed that this paper isn't finished. This paper is only the first phase of Mr. Sean's research!"
"Correct, I noticed that." The chief editor nodded, his face showing a hint of anticipation: "If he can truly complete the second phase, or a possible third phase, this would definitely be revolutionary. Undoubtedly life-changing research for wizards bitten by werewolves!"
"Chief editor, how should we format this paper?"
"Put it in second position. Front page headline is impossible. This paper's revolutionary nature isn't sufficient for the front page, but second position is completely fine!"
"Alright, I'll go coordinate the layout."
"Go ahead."
Taking the paper, the editor left the chief editor's office.
The chief editor sat in his chair, quietly thinking about matters concerning Sean.
"In just about half a year, he's written another paper like this. This Sean Bulstrode, if he continues developing like this, will inevitably become a very great Potions master. I just wonder what level he'll reach before graduating from Hogwarts?"
Bulstrode Manor.
A snowy owl delivered a letter.
The letter was quickly delivered to Gavin's hands.
At this time, Gavin was sitting with his wife, Eleonora, having afternoon tea.
"Gavin, whose letter is it?"
"From the Ministry's Wizengamot..." Just as Gavin said this, Eleonora turned her head with complete disinterest, but then Gavin continued: "It mainly notifies me that Sean has another paper that passed review and will soon appear in the latest issue of The Golden Cauldron.
Counting the previous two times, Sean has now appeared in The Golden Cauldron three times."
Hearing news about Sean, Eleonora immediately perked up: "Appeared in The Golden Cauldron again? That's wonderful! This child is truly amazing, achieving such results at such a young age. I don't know how much hardship he's endured, but...
What is The Golden Cauldron?"
"Pfft..."
Even the composed Gavin was caught off guard by his wife's sudden question and sprayed out his red tea.
Looking helplessly at Eleonora, Gavin said: "Eleonora, you don't even know what The Golden Cauldron is, yet you could say all that."
"Although I don't know what The Golden Cauldron is, since you're telling me about it with such pride, this The Golden Cauldron must be quite remarkable."
Shaking his head with a smile, Gavin nodded to Eleonora: "That's not wrong. The Golden Cauldron is the highest Potions journal in the magical world. Any Potions researcher who can get one paper published in The Golden Cauldron can be considered to have status in the magical world. Sean currently has three papers in The Golden Cauldron, so his achievements are naturally very good.
Moreover, his papers are all high-level. Actually, if someone called him a Potions master now, aside from his age not matching, there shouldn't be any major problems in other aspects."
"Potions master? Then this child is truly remarkable! Worthy of being my grandson. So excellent!"
Gavin looked at the delighted Eleonora, shook his head helplessly, and gently rubbed the letter with his thumb, showing a gratified smile on his face.