Bitten by a Murtlap

Albert felt no pressure at all about using Snape's embarrassing past as after-dinner conversation, nor was he worried that the matter would get out and make Snape bear a grudge against him.

Isabelle was a clever girl. Naturally, she would not go spreading it around, and she clearly had not entirely believed Albert's story either.

As everyone knew, Gryffindor Academy had always been somewhat prejudiced against Slytherin Academy, especially when the target was Professor Snape, whom countless students both feared and disliked.

It was perfectly normal to seize the chance to smear him and speak ill of Snape.

Still, Isabelle had drawn several conclusions from the story:

The prophecy about The Boy Who Lived had been made by Professor Trelawney to Professor Dumbledore before she joined Hogwarts.

Snape had overheard and leaked the prophecy.

Snape had loved Harry Potter's mother.

Snape was Dumbledore's spy.

As for the truth?

Whether it was Snape's tragic love story or Snape's conspiracy—

That was hard to say.

Reality did not need logic. Sometimes, it was even more absurd than fiction.

Besides, the truth did not matter to either of them. It was merely after-dinner chatter, and neither of them truly cared. Rather than waste time on gossip, they had better do something more meaningful. There was only a little over a month left before the Magical School Potion Championship began.

During the remaining time, Albert devoted much of his time and energy to preparing for the Magical School Potion Championship.

He wanted that championship!

As long as he won the Potions Tournament, he could complete three panel tasks in one go: "Golden Cauldron," "Sigmund Bach's Last Wish," and "In the Name of Hogwarts." The generous rewards were enough to make him grin in his sleep.

The huge amount of experience and skill points were