If convicted of murdering the professor, not only would he lose his position on the student School Board Member, but he'd also be kicked out of Hogwarts overnight.
Snape couldn't help but start to look forward to it.
No matter what's inside, if it can hurt someone, then it's a weapon.
The suitcase is quite heavy; it could probably smash your skull open.
The murder weapon! Even the packaging was a murder weapon!
With a "click," the button opened, Snape opened it with great anticipation.
The first thing you see is a piece of white cardboard with four sharp corners that could definitely kill someone.
The handwriting looks familiar; it really is Vienne, that little rascal.
[Dear Professor Snape:]
Congratulations! You have been selected as the Chief Experience Officer for Alchemy products.
Don't doubt it, I'm sincere with you.
To be frank, Professor, times have changed.
Stop being stubborn. Alchemy tools can greatly improve efficiency; you should know that firsthand.
—President of the Owl Court Club
Vincent Wayne]
Snape certainly knew about the early access event.
But he clearly didn't sign up, so why was he selected?
Underneath the cardboard was an instruction manual, and below that was a complete set of alchemy tools specifically for Potions.
The color is a black that I really like, but the shape and lines aren't quite perfect.
Snape snorted and took them out one by one to examine them closely.
The edges are rough, clearly indicating that they haven't been properly polished.
It doesn't feel smooth to the touch, but he wouldn't slip and drop the tool.
As for the functions...
The small juicing clips can indeed flatten the whole juice without wasting a single drop.
A large magnet was put into the grinder, and when the switch was pressed, it was indeed completely crushed into fine powder.
The small, temperature-controlled stove is alright. Using granite to heat the pot instead of an open flame means I no longer have to worry about those students with Troll brains burning through the bottom of the pot.
After looking at only a few items, Snape discovered a list at the very bottom.
The clip was originally priced at 1 Galleon, now it's 16 Sickle.
The shredder was originally priced at 4 Galleon, but after discount it's 3 Galleon and 11 Sickle;
The stove was originally priced at 7 Galleon, but after the discount it's 6 Galleon and 6 Sickle...
He looked through the price list expressionlessly.
I've never heard of anyone having to pay to be an experience officer; isn't this just forced selling?
Report it! You must report it!
Even if this little rascal is kind enough to actually give a 10% discount, I still have to report him.
Wait a minute—17 Silver Sickle make 1 Galleon, and if you fold the clip and round it down, shouldn't it be 15 Sickle?
17 x 0.9 = 15.3 ≈ 16 (likely a unit of weight)
???
Good grief, is it a reverse rounding down?
There's also Knut, you just have to make things disgusting, right?
Snape grinned maliciously as he crumpled the price list into a ball.
Give him money? Give him Merlin's Golden Cauldron instead!
What suitcase? I didn't see it at all!
The School Board Member delivered it personally? Not understanding owl language doesn't count as evidence!
The item is already in his hands; it's impossible to get it back.
The office had been ransacked twice before, so we can only consider these as interest.
Potions Class in third grade.
Vincent smiled throughout as he watched the briefcase that Snape had placed in the center of the podium, seemingly showing off.
The Magical Runes "4?0" was displayed very prominently, clearly intentionally.
But Snape probably never dreamed that the badge-shaped magical camera Vincent wore on his chest had recorded everything completely.
Title: "A Special Tool Kit Praised by Potions Master!"
Those who tinker with Potions value efficiency the most, and the International Alchemical Association can no longer woo them to boycott.
The Magizoologist include the elderly Newt Scamander, and the wizards include the universally acknowledged strongest Dumbledore.
I don't seek many friends, but rather few enemies.
In this round, Snape seemed to have gained a great advantage, but Vincent was actually the big winner.
"Pfft—" Hold it in, don't burst out laughing.
The two sides were in perfect sync for what followed.
Snape opened the briefcase and belittled the appearance of the Potions tools inside.
Vincent faithfully recorded everything, his face beaming with joy.
Since I can't record any sound anyway, I don't care if it's praise or criticism; I'll just write whatever I want in the end.
After a half-lesson of sharp "criticisms," Snape found that the man was completely unmoved, even grinning foolishly like a wise man.
Something's not right, something's very wrong.
Although he didn't nitpick about the function, if his Potions were described as unappetizing, he would have already rolled up his sleeves, slammed the table, and started a fight.
He sensed a conspiracy.
Boggart had already been thrown out of the school in front of Lupin in the staff lounge, so there weren't many places where the little rascal could scheme against him.
"Heh heh—" Snape suddenly let out a cold laugh.
Making such a big fuss, they're probably watching his office.
If School Board Member's important personal belongings are "stolen," should the suspect's office be searched first?
Young, still too young.
The two, each harboring their own ulterior motives, stared at each other, their eyes filled with deep mockery.
That night, Snape didn't sleep a wink, Vincent, for once, got a good night's sleep.
Early Saturday morning,
A large flock of owls came to deliver the newspaper.
Having not slept all night, Snape sat on a bench facing the door in his office, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the old, dilapidated wooden cabinet.
Daylight broke, and those little rascals probably wouldn't dare come.
He glanced disdainfully at the briefcase on the workbench, then got up and went into the room to rest.
As long as the surveillance is thorough, no amount of trickery will work.
After a good night's sleep, Snape arrived at the staff lounge feeling refreshed.
McGonagall and Lupin are both there.
They were chatting and laughing, as if something happy had happened.
The two noticed him walking past them and quickly stopped laughing, hiding the newspapers in their hands.
Realizing something, Snape hurried to the newspaper rack, his eyes fixed on today's Daily Prophet.
Why does that folded half-figure look so much like myself?
He quickly picked up the newspaper, unfolded it, and suddenly everything went black before his eyes; he almost fainted from anger.
It's been censored, but not completely.
A Potions Master from Hogwarts: I Wayne Enterprises! I've been using their products!
With those greasy long hair, anyone with eyes could tell who this Potions Master was.
It was clearly criticism, so how did it get twisted into praise?
The signature is Rita Skeeter, so that's fine.
Snape silently put down the newspaper, walked past McGonagall and Lupin again, and quickly left the staff break room.
McGonagall, who had been holding back for a long time, grinned broadly. "Remus, did you see Severus's hand just now?"
"I saw it." Lupin smiled, even his scars were visible. "His hands were shaking. I haven't seen him like that in many years."
The last member of the original quartet was indeed the seemingly harmless Lupin.
Fifth floor of the castle, Gen
The Owl Court Club was filled with laughter and joy.
Such a joyous occasion deserves a party!
Vincent was surrounded by students and received hero treatment.
Fred was massaging his shoulders, and George was pouring him tea and water.
Cedric fed him delicious food, while Rolf showered him with praise.
"Ah!
The torch wasn't as bright as his.
Deep in his eyes,
There is a night at one o'clock in the morning,
All was silent.
There was no sign of life at all...
The lines sound familiar; I feel like I've heard them somewhere before.
Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet?
Vincent felt a chill run through him and shivered.
I never expected that Rolf, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also have such a wicked side.