Chapter 320: Big People, Small People [bonus]
This one was thinner. He turned it over to look at the crest in the wax. A bird with its wings spread, talons clutching a sprig of herb.
Bobbins' Herb and Potion Shop. He knew this one.
North end of Diagon Alley, a small front, open four or five decades, an old name, herbs and basic potions mostly, high volume and low price, the clientele students and ordinary families.
He'd bought raw materials there, and once tried asking whether they'd take his own potions on consignment.
The owner was a witch in her fifties, surname Bobbins.
She'd looked over the samples he brought, her face showing a flicker of surprise, but in the end she'd shaken her head.
"You're still in school, child. Come try me when you've finished. I'll have need of a potioneer."
That was the first time a proper commercial channel had turned him down, but the reason given had been his age, not his ability.
She'd seen his level. She'd left a line for the future. She just wouldn't take his goods.