It's time for wizards to make good on their promises.

The Potions Fair in the United States was private, and the number of Muggles attending was strictly limited.

It's not the kind of banquet nature in Europe, there are no female companions, no waiters, and everyone has to verify their identity to make sure that there are no American wizards mixed in.

After all, it's someone else's territory, and it's always a good idea to be careful.

The Muggle magnate's itinerary was rigorously planned, and it took three days inland to reach its destination, a private island in the Caribbean.

When Solim and his party arrived, the Muggle representatives of the eight groups had been waiting for a long time.

"Gentlemen, the greetings are not necessary, I think you would prefer to feel the charm of potions - you are already far behind your European friends, and for the sake of our good cooperation before, this time there will be samples that have not been exhibited in Europe. I assure you, you'll absolutely love it. "

Solim: The Potions Fair they held this time is actually illegal according to the current relevant regulations. Because they didn't file with the Ministry of Magic, didn't submit a list of potions to the International Confederation of Wizards, and didn't get approved, let alone held in the United States, where there was no consent to repeal the Secrecy Act.

According to territorial principle23, the Magical Congress could legitimately send the Aurors to arrest them, as long as they could enter.

In the waters near this private island, Solim's four young masters' personal wizards are patrolling to make sure there are no surprises.

There were no greetings, no cocktail party, and no speeches by leaders, and the progress of this exhibition was extremely fast.

Solim came up and took out eight bottles of fireproofing potions.

"It's better to listen to others than to experience it yourself. Solim smiled and said, "Which one is up and try?"

The muggles present with the name of the fireproof agent naturally knew it, not only did they know it, but they even got the experimental reports of the relevant scientific research institutions. But as Solim said, nothing beats experiencing it once.

Mr. Morgan, the youngest of the eight, stepped out under the gaze of the crowd, drank the potion, and tentatively reached out in front of Solim's flames......

"It's not hot! It's really not hot!"

For a normal person, touching the flames is not a beautiful experience, but today, at this very moment, under the effect of the potion, Morgan has been given a new experience.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"How does it feel?"

Seeing this fresh scene, Muggles also became interested.

"Warm, like soaking in hot water. "

Morgan was standing in the fire.

Unfortunately, his clothes didn't have time to drink the fire prevention potion, and he wasn't a wizard and couldn't protect the clothes on his body, so he ......

He screamed as he tried to put out the fire on his clothes - he didn't want to see anyone naked.

Seeing this, Solim took out his wand and threw it away. With ordinary flames, he could restore clothes even if they burned them to ashes.

The surrounding Muggles witnessed the whole process of Morgan's clothes regrowing, and although they knew that wizards had all kinds of incredible powers, they were still shocked for a while to see this sight that defied their common sense.

"It's just hors d'oeuvres. Solim smiled and extinguished the fire, pointing to the remaining bottles of potions and said, "The remaining bottles of fireproof potions will be given to you as a greeting gift." "

Everyone's eyes lit up, but no one couldn't wait to reach out and take it, they were all decent upper-class people, and they didn't need to be so impatient.

"And what's the potion you're interested in?" asked Solim.

"Shrinking Potion!"

"Beautiful potion, I can't stand my old woman! She said that if she didn't bring that potion back today, she would ask her father to cancel his cooperation with me!

"Oh, my dear friends. Solim shook his finger, "We've worked closely together, and you think that I, Solim of Selwyn, will give you the same inferior potions that I've given to Europe?"

"No, no, no, I brought the better. "

The Presbyterian Church's attitude towards American Muggles is very different from that of European Muggles.

Europe, as the stronghold of the Presbyterian Church, is also the place with the strongest control, and only a little bit of leftovers needs to be released, which is enough for the people below to eat and drink, and giving too much will make some people breed unrealistic ideas.

But the situation in the United States is different. They also need the power and power of these Muggles, so the Presbyterians don't mind giving them a little sweetness.

A small, pointed Erlenmeyer flask was pulled out by Solim, and the scarlet liquid in it was reminiscent.

This potion, which was precious even in the wizarding world, was given to Mr. Rockefeller by Solim. He provided maximum support and assistance in previous military operations.

"This is a potion made from the blood of the Ream cow, which can effectively alleviate the aging of the flesh. Mr. Rockefeller deserves to be rewarded for his previous great help to us. "

The others stared at the small bottle in Rockefeller's hand, and their faces were unusually calm, but their heartbeats could not be faked.

"Mr. Rockefeller can drink it now, and I'm sure it won't disappoint you. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Under the gaze of everyone, the Rockefeller, who drank the potion, visibly became younger, the wrinkles on his face became smoother, the flesh on his cheeks that sagged began to become firmer, and in some places where he could not see, the age spots gradually faded.

The onlooker can only see the appearance, but for Rockefeller, he is the one who actually changes itself.

Strength, vitality, and essence 917 power seemed to have returned to this old body.

He clenched his fists vigorously, felt the surging vitality in his body, and stood up directly excitedly:

"Mr. Selwyn, Dear Mr. Selwyn, we at Rockefeller have always wanted to make friends with people like you, and if there is anything else that needs our help in the future, please feel free to speak, as long as we can do it, we will not refuse!"

The others looked at Rockefeller in surprise, and as the decision-maker of the family, it was obviously inappropriate to say such a thing on the spot. They and the wizard are still testing each other, and it is not a good thing to take a stand too soon.

But only Rockefeller knows that as long as life can be extended, for them, the top capital groups, everything can be obtained through time.

Money is nothing, it can only prolong your life, and the wizard's potion can rejuvenate you! Rockefeller experienced it himself, and the vitality and surging power in his body can not be faked.

"Seriously, Mr. Rockefeller. It's just that you're so excited, can you continue to participate in the next activities?"

Solim pulled out the bread that the Council of Elders had carefully prepared, a flatbread that no careerist could refuse.

"The current decision-makers of the Selwyn family, who is also my grandfather's grandfather...... 's grandfather, who has lived for six and a half centuries now, relies on it - the elixir of immortality. "

At this time, no Muggle can still sit calmly.

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