We Are Experienced Aurors

Ruthlessly, Doggett opened the bottle and took a sip. A faint minty aroma filled his mouth.

This was quickly followed by a surge of natural happiness, which swept away all of Doggett's worries, and his frown of worry over the Ministry's inspection.

"What a powerful potion…" muttered Doggett, a smile on his lips.

The Joy Potion was not unheard of, but it was far less potent than Ivan's current brew.

The most important thing was that while the effect was enhanced, it did not affect his normal thinking, but only his mood.

"So, what do you think? Can you sell this potion?" Yvonne asked, stopping after she had used up all the time in her experience card.

"As long as it's advertised properly, it will definitely sell well, much better than the average potion shop."

Doggart had to admit that Ivan's skill at brewing medicine far exceeded his expectations!

Previously, Douggart had been worried that Ivan would ruin his reputation by selling potions under his name, but now he thought differently. He was going to be famous!

"Who the hell is this Half-Blood Prince you're talking about?" asked Doggett.

"It's Severus Snape! Professor of Potions at Hogwarts…" Ivan began.

"It's him! No wonder, you were Snape's favourite student at school."

Doggett certainly knew Snape as a Potions Master.

However, he had heard that Snape hated Gryffindor students, and since he was the one who had spread the rumours, it was unlikely they were true.

Could it be that geniuses have special treatment, Doggett wondered.

Ivan did not correct Doggett's misunderstanding, as his method of brewing the potion was indeed Snape's exclusive technique.

Ivan was relieved to have Doggett's approval. It seemed that the standards for selling potions were much lower than he had expected, which meant that the potions he usually made would sell.

Thus, under Dougster's shocked gaze, after brewing a few waves of potion in a fancy manner, Ivan suddenly used his knife to cut the potion bit by bit.

In the face of Doggett's questioning, Ivan claimed that he wanted to create a potion hierarchy in order to create normal potions at different prices so that everyone could afford the right ones.

What Doggett did not know, however, was that Ivan felt it was a pity. Five cauldrons was indeed too little. He could only brew a dozen bottles of potion in an hour. It was such a waste of his GPA. He must buy ten more cauldrons tomorrow!

"By the way, Dean Dougett, you should know how to brew these potions, right?" Ivan suddenly turned to look at Dougett.

"Yes, of course…" Dougett was still recovering from his shock, and he nodded.

"Then hurry up and help me brew some normal medicine to make up the numbers!" Ivan threw a medicine knife over.

Dougett accepted it with a blank look on his face. He felt strangely out of place.

He was the Deputy Director of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and yet the potion he brewed was used as a substitute…

However, in order to secretly learn some potion-making techniques from Ivan, Doggett rolled up his sleeves. Although he felt aggrieved, he still had a happy smile on his face…

After all, the Joy Potion had not worn off yet…

After three busy days, Ivan finally got his day for the inspection of the Ministry of Magic, according to the system mission.

Doggett had left the previous day, and Alicia had a new research project on Pygmy Puffs.

Ivan was confused. The Pygmy Puffs needed work?

'Are they modified to be cuter?'

Because of this, Ivan was left alone to guard the shop.

In the afternoon, not far from the shop, space distorted and three figures, two men and one woman, appeared in the alley.

"This is Knockturn Alley," said the young wizard, who looked to be in his early twenties, looking around. "It doesn't seem to be anything special except for being deserted."

"Don't let your guard down, Ellison! Knockturn Alley is definitely the most dangerous place in the entire wizarding world."

The speaker was a strong-looking man with short, stiff hair, but his words were laced with worry.

Seeing the non-committal expression on the Auror's face, he warned him again.

"You've only been Aurors for a short time, so you may not be aware of the Ministry's attempt to rectify Knockturn Alley ten years ago, which…"

"How did it go, Captain Dawlish?" Ellison asked curiously.

"Minister Fudge has not carried out a similar operation since more than a dozen Aurors were killed or injured," Dawlish said with a sigh.

Ellison gasped and looked around cautiously. Although the place was empty, he sensed danger everywhere.

"Then let's get out of here, Captain… go back and tell them we searched the place and there's nothing in there…" Ellison said cautiously.

"How can we do that?" demanded the female Auror before Dawlish could reply.

"We are Aurors! How could we give up our mission for fear of danger! Ellison, have you forgotten why we chose this profession in the first place?"

Because of the higher wages, of course! Ellison thought.

"Sony, Ellison, stop arguing." The captain, Dawlish, was having a terrible headache. The Ministry had assigned him two team members who were either cowards or reckless, each more unreliable than the other.

At times, Dawlish wondered if he had been abandoned by the Ministry, or why he had been given such a dangerous task and assigned such a team to him.

"All of you, listen to me. We're here to investigate the problem of the proliferation of dark magic items. Our target is the shop opposite. Someone reported that many of the dark magic items that are on the market are sold here…"

Dawlish then continued with a heavy tone.

"So this must be a Dark Arts shop, and you must be careful not to touch anything inside! In short, hold on to your wands. We are trained Aurors, and no matter what you encounter, do not panic…"

The female Auror, Sunny, nodded cautiously, and Ellison gulped and followed Dawlish worriedly, as if the shop in front of her was a den of evil…

(P.S.: 4 p.m.