Without any pleasantries or formalities, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named smoothly took out 5 sets of potions, each set consisting of ten small bottles.
He gently placed the 5 sets of potions one by one on the counter.
These potion bottles, under the dim lights of the shop, shimmered with a strange blue glow and were filled with rich bubbles.
The moment the wealthy individuals in their seats saw the potions, their eyes involuntarily lit up, and they couldn't help but exclaim.
"Vitality Potion!"
Their voices were filled with surprise and excitement, and their eyes revealed an undisguised longing.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named slowly raised his head, a smile on his face, his gaze sweeping over the wealthy individuals in their seats.
"It seems the guests are very satisfied with my goods. The old rule still applies: the starting bid for the first set of Vitality Potions is 5 pounds."
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's voice sounded somewhat cold, devoid of any emotion.
He paused, then gave a charmingly evil smile: "Now, let the bidding begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tony Stark, without hesitation, was the first to raise his hand.
"6 pounds!"
Tony Stark was determined to get this set of potions.
Like a signal flare, an elderly wealthy man immediately spoke up.
"8 pounds!"
His tone was strong, showing no deference to Tony Stark, and his expression was full of determination to win.
"Shameless old man, still trying to snatch Vitality Potions at such an age."
Tony Stark cursed under his breath, a flash of annoyance in his eyes, then began to raise the bid.
Pepper asked curiously, "Vitality Potion? What is it?"
She looked puzzled, clearly very curious about this potion that had suddenly caused such a frenzy.
"A magical potion. Drinking one bottle can keep a person full of vitality for a week."
Tony Stark explained simply.
He then added, "Drinking one bottle can make you return to your high school days, and there are no side effects."
Pepper's expression was one of disbelief, as if she thought it was a trick.
Tony Stark shrugged, "I wasn't fooled; I experienced it myself. And would so many shrewd people be fooled at the same time?"
Pepper's gaze swept over the powerful figures in the business and political Worlds sitting there, all of them now staring at the potions with fervent eyes, as if they were the most precious treasures in the World.
Finally, the elderly wealthy man bought this set of potions for 15 pounds.
"Why didn't you continue bidding?" Pepper asked, her face full of doubt. "That's not like you."
Her gaze was fixed on Tony Stark, trying to find an answer in his expression.
"This is just one set," Tony Stark explained unhurriedly. "Each person is limited to one set of potions."
His tone was relaxed, as if everything was under his control.
Pepper suddenly understood, a flash of clarity in her eyes.
Sure enough, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named brought out another identical set of potions.
Everyone immediately fell into a fierce scramble again.
Another round of scrambling.
After five rounds, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named brought out a new potion.
"Beauty Potion. This potion can make one's appearance more beautiful."
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named explained lightly.
His voice remained flat, as if he was indifferent to everyone's fervent reactions.
A corpulent, extravagantly dressed female wealthy individual eagerly stood up and shouted, "20 pounds!"
She secured the first set of potions with an absolute advantage.
After several continuous rounds of bidding, everyone was sweating, their foreheads covered in beads of perspiration, and some even occasionally licked their lips to relieve their inner tension and excitement.
"It seems everyone is tired. Let's take a break."
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named said, and a wooden stick suddenly appeared in his hand. With a gentle wave,
goblets filled with red wine instantly appeared. The goblets floated in the air in an orderly fashion, slowly moving, and finally landed precisely on the side tables next to everyone's right hand.
"No matter how many times I see it, it's still so magical!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.
Tony Stark took a wine glass and, smiling, handed it to a stunned Pepper.
"What is this? Some kind of magic?"
Pepper's eyes widened, looking at everything before her in disbelief.
"It's magic," Tony Stark said leisurely, taking a small sip of the red wine in his glass.
"It's excellent red wine, a type not available on the market. It would be a shame not to taste it."
Tony Stark slightly narrowed his eyes, a look of intoxicated pleasure on his lips.
After a small taste, Pepper also seemed a bit intoxicated.
As Tony Stark's assistant, she often accompanied him to various high-end wine parties and possessed a unique and keen appreciation for wine tasting.
This particular wine had an unparalleled wonderful taste and a long finish.
She said somewhat excitedly, "It indeed has a unique flavor. The mellow aroma is like a rich floral scent, lingering in the nasal cavity for a long time, and the aftertaste is even longer, as if a beautiful piece of music is slowly playing on the tip of the tongue."
"How about that? I told you so," Tony Stark raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness on his face.
"Which winery is this from?"
Pepper asked curiously, her gaze still fixed on the ruby-red liquid in the wine glass.
Tony Stark shrugged, saying helplessly, "Can't find out. It's probably the boss's private collection."
Pepper continued to savor it, for a moment seemingly forgetting everything around her, fully immersed in this wonderful taste experience.
After a short break, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named signaled for the auction to continue.
As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as there were not many potions left.
The bidders' enthusiasm intensified, and calls for bids rose one after another.
If it weren't for the restrictions, Tony Stark would have wanted to acquire every set of potions.
Under everyone's reluctant gazes, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named announced the end of the auction.
Everyone dispersed, the hall gradually became empty, and the large doors slowly closed.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named removed his mask, revealing a young, well-defined handsome face.
His features were exquisitely carved, and his expression exuded confidence and wisdom.
With a gentle wave of his arm, the row of briefcases in front of him all automatically opened, revealing a dazzling golden glow, full of gold bars.
He nodded in satisfaction, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.
"I won't be short on funds for a while," he murmured to himself.
"Jandy," he called softly.
"Bang!" A slight popping sound occurred.
A strange, small creature appeared.
Its wrinkled, small body and elf-like appearance combined to make it look very odd.
It had a pair of bat-like ears, bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls, and a long, flat nose.
As soon as Jandy appeared, he bowed deeply and said submissively, "Please command, My Master."
"Put these gold bars away," He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named commanded.
"As you command, Master."
Jandy snapped his fingers, and the briefcases instantly floated in the air. Then Jandy bowed again and retreated, the briefcases obediently floating behind him.
Wes Erwin sat quietly in his chair, pouring himself a glass of Water.
"It really wasn't easy to get to this point," Wes Erwin murmured to himself.
Wes Erwin was a transmigrator. Originally on Blue Star, he was just an ordinary worker, living a plain and busy life.
After waking up, he unexpectedly became a ten-year-old orphan.
At first, he was very flustered and helpless. Becoming a child from an adult was difficult for him to accept for a while.
He didn't know what kind of World he was in, and the people here were different from those in his own World.
During a visit organized by the orphanage, the Dean took the orphans to the Captain America Memorial Museum.
The shrunken Wes Erwin then realized, as if waking from a dream, that he was in the Marvel Universe.
This high-risk World, full of danger and unknowns, was truly unfriendly to ordinary people.
Not to mention the purple sweet potato monster who could wipe out half the life in the Universe with a snap of his fingers, just the pervasive violent crime in this World was already terrifying.
Even encountering a small robber, Wes Erwin felt he had no room to resist.
After all, he was now in the United States, a helpless little foreigner.
"Gunfights every day, free U.S."
This was certainly not a simple joke.
Wes Erwin once felt despair and even considered giving up. He even thought about suicide, trying to see if he would transmigrate again, but ultimately he didn't have the courage to act on it.
A turning point came on his 11th birthday.
In an orphanage, one couldn't expect to have a decent birthday.
Wes Erwin was sleeping soundly that day when he was suddenly awakened by the roar of a train.
Wes Erwin was about to get angry, but when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself sitting in a steam train.
The train was full of children, chattering away.
While he was still in a daze, a transparent screen appeared before his eyes.
Host: Wes Erwin
World: Marvel; Harry Potter
Occupation:??
Level: 0
A panel, as rudimentary as could be, appeared before his eyes.
Wes Erwin was first stunned, then overjoyed.
"System? Panel? Golden Finger?"
He excitedly kept probing.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the panel showed no reaction.
But when the train stopped, he followed everyone off the train and immediately saw the magnificent Castle in the distance, as well as the cheers from the people nearby.
Wes Erwin instantly knew where he was.
Hogwarts, a magic school full of mystery and fantasy.