"Three new potions," I informed them. "My Wiggenweld Cream works like a charm as you've no doubt seen, and my hair growth potion-turned-cream is ready to hit the shelves as soon as I have a large stock built up and a store to sell it in. And of course, there's my 'all natural and organic' soap that's basically the Scourgify spell in a bottle, as well as wart and boil removers. But these three new potions will be marketed more for the pharmaceutical market than the consumer one."
"First, we have Skele-Gro. It can fix and regrow bones, be they broken or outright missing. One vial can restore all the bones in your arm within twenty-four hours, although it hurts immensely," I said, placing the first bottle down on the table in front of us. The potion was the color of spoilt milk, and tasted about as bad. "It can heal more than just bone, of course. Cartilage is also fixable. Tiny ear bones end up damaged? Healed! Broken nose? Healed! You still have to set the broken bone, of course, or else it will heal wrong, but we're looking at a recovery period of mere hours instead of days."
I smiled to myself as Delilah and Josephine stared intensely at the vial on the table.
"Next, we have the Corpus Potion, a potion capable of undoing the damage done to a person's organs and fleshy bits. From fixing lungs to soothing stomach ulcers, to even restoring eyesight and hearing," I said. "It can't cure cancer or genetic damage, but things like Black Lung, Appendicitis, heart attacks, blindness, deafness, and way more, are all within its scope." This potion that I put down was a nasty black, tar-like goo that reportedly tasted like raw tripe.
"And last but not least, what is commonly known as the Pensieve potion," I continued, bringing out my last potion. It was thick and silver, like mercury, and tasted like rotten eggs. "Named after the magical artifact, this potion is capable of fixing brain damage. Minor aneurysms, strokes, memory loss from amnesia or otherwise, concussions, and of course, headaches. It can cure all of those!"
Seeing my business partners' shocked expressions brought a grin to my face. "There's an even more potent version that I believe can fix dementia and other major brain illnesses like schizophrenia and Alzheimer's, but the ingredients for that one are far beyond my current budget. Hell, even getting the materials for this single trial sample cost more than any other potion I've done. I'm talking a thousand pounds, minimum, for the cheapest and weakest version of those brews."
"And best of all, each and every potion you see here was brewed by Sam," I concluded proudly. My best friend had come a long way since he'd learned about the magical world and he'd begged me to teach him the subtle art of potion making. "They use magical ingredients and a magical stirring rod as a catalyst, but the fact a non-magical person was able to make all three turn out perfectly shows the idea for mass production is not an impossible dream anymore."
"I don't believe it," Josephine muttered in awe.
"Seriously, though, all of these are literal goldmines! Guaranteed money makers!" Delilah declared, holding up one of my potions. "Take this one for instance! It's a potion that instantly fixes concussions and migraines! And you claim that they have a stronger version for healing all sorts of more severe brain related afflictions, like dementia and Alzheimer's?"
"Most magical folk don't tend to get as many mundane afflictions or even injuries like the rest of us do, but yes, I am well aware of how utterly ridiculously valuable these things are," I affirmed.
"I'm surprised. They seem so… I hate to say 'backwards,' but that's what their culture just screams to me," Josephine said, shooting me an apologetic glance.
"No need to tell me twice," I grunted.
"Anyways, if there's one thing the Wizarding World has more experience in curing than the Mundane side does, it's head trauma, thanks to those crazy broomstick sports of theirs," I continued while sipping at the tea Josephine had provided. "Problem is, they're expensive because they use magical ingredients, and it will take a lot of experimentation to find out mundane analogs for them, if that's even possible at all in the first place."
"A single one of these potions would make a company millions of pounds, at the very least. We're looking at billions if we manage to produce all of them in large enough quantities," Delilah murmured excitedly.
"I think, before we start counting chickens, we get our eggs in some baskets," Josephine suggested. "The potential profits will mean zilch if we can't provide these potions. And for that, we need ingredients. And as you said, Edward, these need magical ingredients, unlike the ones your other potions use."
"I agree," I said. "I can't keep sourcing materials from the Wizarding World. Not solely, and not for the more mundane ones. We need to start finding ways to harvest the resources from non-magical contracts."
"Growing the herbs will be easy enough. Even the rowan tree bark is simple to acquire. But the teeth, hair, and blood of different animals will be hard to farm without raising eyebrows," Josephine commented.
"I know. That's why I worked as hard as I did to invent purely mundane plant and mineral-based concoctions," I reminded her. "It makes the potions less potent, of course, but I've done it. At the very least we can market the goods as 'cruelty free.'"
"That is a good selling point. People lap that up," the matriarch of the Finch-Fletchley household mused.
"Speaking of marketing, I have good news for you in regards to your business endeavors," Delilah said.
"Really? Does that mean…?" I trailed off eagerly, and the young woman smirked at me, flipping her silver hair over her shoulder.
"Congrats," Delilah said, handing me some documents. "Your products have been tested and approved by the MHRA, and the patents have been filed. With a little bit of nudging from my father and British Chemical Concerns to speed it up, of course. Add this in with the successful trademarking and establishment of Cauldron Remedies LLC, and you're ready for business. Once your licenses come in."
I took the files and carefully read them over. Everything seemed to be in order, with the proper signatures and stamps applied.
It was hard to describe the feelings I felt at that moment. This had been my goal, my dream, for years now, and it was finally in reach. I felt… pride. And excitement. This was just the beginning, however. I'd finally reached the starting line after a long, arduous road of grueling training. Time to gear up and get serious.
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