Snape's expression became complicated.
He remembered the materials Charlie had bought from him.
Now, with the reference answers, looking back, he suddenly understood.
Many of these materials were needed for the Potions he was currently researching.
But during his research, he was so fixated on one thing that he couldn't figure out the correct proportions.
What did this mean?
It meant that Charlie's research in the field of souls had already surpassed him, a Potions Master.
Snape was greatly shocked for a moment.
From childhood, no one had ever surpassed him in Potions.
But now, a first-year Young Wizard had done it.
Although the soul domain was not his area of expertise, it still made it hard for him to believe.
"I want to buy a healing potion from you."
Snape suppressed the turmoil in his heart and spoke coldly.
"Name your price."
Snape needed to buy Potions for the Dark Lord; if he knew there was a Potion that might help the Dark Lord but didn't buy it, the Dark Lord would certainly become suspicious of him afterward.
Although he was unwilling, he still spoke to Charlie.
Charlie blinked, revealing a harmless smile.
You said that, so I won't be polite.
"Oh, Professor, what are you saying?"
"As a student, it is my honor to be of service to Professor."
"You are our Potions Professor, so a discount is appropriate."
"Just give me 300 Galleon."
[Your Majesty is extorting your teacher, tyrant points + 5]
Snape expressionlessly pulled out a money bag from his robe and threw it directly in front of Charlie.
"Take it."
Charlie caught the money bag, regretting that he had asked for too little.
He should have asked for 500 Galleon.
"Professor, wait, I'll go back to the dormitory to get the Potion."
With the money in hand, the honorifics were no longer needed, and he didn't care about Snape anymore.
Charlie returned to his dormitory on his own and took out a healing potion from his trunk.
He returned to the Potions classroom with the Potion, and Snape was still waiting there.
"Here you go."
Charlie handed over the Potion.
Snape took the Potion.
"I owe you a favor."
In his eyes, Galleon were merely external possessions; no amount of it could compare to the value of a Potion.
He also didn't like owing others favors, so he would definitely repay it.
Snape put away the Potion, then left without looking back.
Charlie blinked. Is he owing me a favor, or am I owing him money?
Snape returned to his dormitory, tightly closed all the doors and windows, and cast a Silencing Charm on them.
After doing all this, Snape carefully took out a snake from a box under his bed.
Lord Voldemort's soul was possessing this snake.
Snape pried open the snake's mouth and carefully poured the healing potion into it.
A few minutes later, the snake slowly opened its eyes, its vertical pupils gleaming with a sinister light.
Lord Voldemort looked around, and at the same time felt his soul was very comfortable, immediately understanding what had happened.
Lord Voldemort let out a snake-like hiss.
"Well done, Severus."
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