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Chapter 1773: A War Without Winners (Part 223)
Chapter 1773: A War Without Winners (Part 223)
As Albert had anticipated, Shanna's search for a chef quickly fizzled out, not because no one considered becoming a chef, but because even those who wanted to would first need to know how to cook. Those willing to try would assist Dobby in the kitchen, learning to prepare and cook good meals, but surprisingly, all of them gave up quickly.
In the culinary wasteland that was Britain, there was simply no fertile ground for chefs to thrive.
As for Isabella and Katrina's trip to France, it also unfolded as Albert had expected. Given the current development pattern in the magical world, mass production was non-existent, and behind every beauty potion was a hard-working potion master brewing their concoctions. This directly led to potion masters becoming highly sought-after professionals.
The only surprise for Albert was not the use of large cauldrons that could brew hundreds of potions in one go, but rather the specialized cauldrons that Katherine had custom-made. According to her, following the standard procedure would yield twelve standard potions.
To be honest, the efficiency was incredibly low.
Albert had used a similar large cauldron when brewing the intelligence potion, capable of producing hundreds of potions in one batch.
Of course, he understood why Katherine chose to do so.
Brewing potions to a standardized level was challenging, and they could only be confined to a certain range. The larger the potion batch, the greater the potential for errors, and the higher the likelihood of a failed brew. A single failed batch could wipe out the profits for the entire month.
Thus, Katherine's so-called standard procedure became the most advanced technique available, as Katrina put it, allowing for the minimization of failures when producing potions on a large scale.
This was why Katrina had already started considering importing this technology from Katherine.
Isabella agreed and convinced Albert as well.
The reasoning was quite simple.
In the magical world, potions were either for use or for healing.
The former, akin to shampoos or weed killers, had a certain margin of error during brewing as they were not meant for healing.
But the latter, healing potions, demanded precision. Moreover, with the limited number of wizards in Britain, there was no need for mass production of healing potions, nor was there a market for such technology.
Who would buy these mass-produced potions? Hospitals?
Perhaps.
But as far as Albert knew, the healers in hospitals also served as part-time potion masters, albeit less skilled, and they had their own potion master consultants.
Whether it was Albert or Damocles, they both held the title of consultant at St. Mungo's Magical Infirmary, which was one of the reasons potion masters wanted to sell their potions to hospitals.
The intricacies were unknown to Albert, as he was merely a figurehead and had never delved into the details.
Furthermore, the decision to establish a factory in Avalon was not one to be made impulsively. Albert planned to leak some information to gauge the reaction of Avalon's residents.
Once the news spread, some residents with excellent N.E.W.T. potion-making grades began considering whether to take up this job, as it would also be a respectable occupation.
To be frank, finding a respectable job in the British magical world was no easy feat, especially with average N.E.W.T. grades.
The limited capacity of the British Ministry of Magic meant that every position was highly competitive, with a large number of graduates vying for a small number of respectable positions.
Unless your N.E.W.T. results are exceptional or you have connections, you won't get in.
Of course, you can also work in shops, but it's never been a good job, not only because of the limited number of shops in Diagon Alley, but also because most shops don't really need employees. Those that do require staff offer hard work and low pay.
As for becoming a Healer at St. Mungo's?
The N.E.W.T. score requirement for this job is not much lower than that of an Auror, and St. Mungo's doesn't need that many Healers either. It's not that they don't need them, but they simply can't afford them; the cost of training a qualified Healer is not much lower than that of an Auror.
So, when Albert secretly released the message, it was still very attractive. The only issue was that the job was dull and monotonous, requiring one to endure the long process of brewing a potion, commonly known as a "tool man."
The benefits included an eight-hour workday, one day off per week, overtime pay for extra hours worked, and access to various living allowances in Avalon.
As a result, there were quite a few applicants.
According to Shanna's latest news, thirteen people had signed up with her.
Among them, five had achieved excellent results in N.E.W.T. Potions, and the remaining eight had good results.
What can you do? The rewards were just too tempting.
Perhaps inspired or enticed by the bright future of Avalon, Albert was astonished to find that the construction of Avalon had once again accelerated rapidly. It was as if people couldn't wait to finish the construction phase and leap into the wonderful life ahead.
But trying to swallow more than you can chew has never been a good idea.
Moreover, rushing things often leads to mistakes, and even Albert's timely reminders seemed ineffective.
"Why is this happening again?"
Watching the rapidly forming houses, Shanna couldn't understand why.
"Because their patience is running thin, and young people's patience is generally limited," Albert could understand this, and he planned to give everyone a break afterward, allowing them to rest and reflect.
"But they're going to mess things up like this. Won't you stop them from being foolish?" Shanna was so anxious that she almost jumped up in frustration, unable to comprehend why Albert remained so calm.
"What I can do is also limited. Some things won't change with constant reminders. They must realize this themselves."
Albert mentioned this to everyone at the pub that evening, but it had no effect. People continued as they always had.
This time, even Shanna was confused, unable to understand why Albert's words suddenly became ineffective.
"Once, twice, three times. It's normal for some words to lose their impact after being said too often."
Albert, unusually calm, smiled and invited Shanna to his home to discuss the follow-up to this matter. After all, someone had to clean up the mess.
As Shanna listened to Albert's explanation, her mouth hung open in disbelief, unable to fathom why Albert was doing this.
"This is your homeland. If you don't cherish it, who else can you rely on?" Albert smiled and asked, "Me?"
"But..."
Shanna wanted to say something but stopped.
"I'm not your nanny. It's annoying to meddle too much." Albert didn't shy away from saying, "I can only show you the way, start you off on the right path, and that's it. Whether this wealth can be preserved or not ultimately depends on you."
(End of Chapter)
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