No Experience in Currying Favor

After class, Aaron arrived at Snape's office with a mix of trepidation and hesitation. He stood there, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar door.

Normally he wouldn't care about going in, but Snape particularly strangely that day, like a completely different person, which made him wary.

After a few seconds of silence, Aaron knocked on the door.

Immediately, Snape's excited voice rang out from inside the office, "Come in!"

Aaron entered the office, closing the door behind him. He looked at Snape somewhat nervously. "Professor, what brings you here?"

"Sit down, sit down." Snape pressed Aaron into a chair and, quite familiarly, handed him a drink. "Thirsty? Have some Butterbeer."

This is highly praised by young Warlock; you'll like it.

Gollum!

Aaron swallowed hard, looked at the pale yellow drink in front of him, and gave an awkward yet polite smile, showing no intention of drinking it.

Something was definitely amiss. He dared to gamble Abei Abe's food for the next month; Snape had never done anything like that before.

Who knows if Snape put some kind of Potions in this drink? He's still in the development stage, and will remain in this stage for a long time, so we can't afford to take any risks.

"Professor, my the Mother has warned me more than once that children should not drink alcohol, no matter how low the alcohol content is."

I can't disobey my mother, or she'll be sad.

So, I won't drink this beverage.

Snape paused, gave him a strange look, and then took out another box containing all sorts of snacks.

"What?! That's it?" Aaron sneered inwardly. Although he didn't know what Snape's "eye" was, wasn't this underestimating him? Which student couldn't withstand such a test?

However, just as Aaron was dismissing it with disdain, Abei in his arms became restless, her long eyes fixed on the snack box and refusing to look away.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed lightly and placed a hand on its head.

Can you control yourself a little? Don't drool over me.

"Professor, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't all you ancient Warlock like these things?" Snape said.

"That was Warlock from an ordinary family. I've eaten all sorts of delicacies in my life."

Honestly, money attracts me far more than these things.

Snape suddenly realized what was going on. He rummaged under his desk for a while and pulled out a large box, which was filled with Gold Galleon.

The glint of money flashed before Aaron's eyes, but he remained completely unmoved, his lips twitching slightly.

Are you kidding me? If you insult the Weasley with money, they'll be begging to insult them even more.

He was Gaius, and his family had never lacked money.

Snape's action was nothing short of a blatant insult; who did he think he was?

However, Aaron was also certain that Snape probably had no ulterior motives towards him, otherwise he wouldn't have resorted to such a low-level and extremely despicable method.

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious; he must have his own ulterior motives.

"This is the cash I have on hand. All my other assets are stored in Gringotts!" Seeing that Aaron was unmoved, Snape hurriedly revealed his wealth. "I am Potions Master, after all. Although I don't care much about money, I have saved quite a lot of these. The amount will definitely not disappoint you. It's at least dozens of times more than what's in the box."

"Wait, stop." Aaron immediately waved his hand, looking at Snape meaningfully. "Professor, you'd better tell me what you want from me, otherwise I'll always feel a bit confused."

Professor, you've probably never bribed anyone in your life!

They can't even manage to cater to their tastes; they're truly a bunch of scoundrels. It makes me, their student, feel ashamed!

Snape was silent for a moment before hesitantly saying, "I heard from Hagrid that you have a potion that can bring the dead back to life."

Aaron:...

Hagrid, did I dig up your Giant ancestral grave?

Why do you always have to make things difficult for me?

"Professor Snape," Aaron's expression turned serious, "Who else besides you knows about this?"

"You really have Potions that can bring the dead back to life?" Snape stood up excitedly, his eyes fixed intently on Aaron.

"Don't get excited, Professor. That thing isn't as useful as you think," Aaron explained.

How could I not be excited?

"Aaron, give me the potion, and I'm willing to pay any price to exchange it with you."

"Hmm? It seems that the person you wanted to be with is no longer alive, Professor!"

Snape didn't speak, he just nodded slightly.

"So that potion is useless to you; it can only revive people who died within an hour," Aaron said regretfully.

Are you serious?

"Certainly.

Aside from emergency use, who would carry something so precious around?

The gleam in Snape's eyes vanished almost instantly. He slowly sat down in the chair, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart, leaving him utterly dejected.

After a long while, he slowly extended his hand. "Take out the potion and let me see it."

"That's not appropriate!" Aaron chuckled awkwardly. "That's my family heirloom. What if you take it?"

"Don't worry about that, I still have the integrity of a teacher."

I can't do the things that are taught in school.

Furthermore, even if that potion is truly as valuable as you say, it would still be useless to me.

"Who knows!" Aaron shrugged, refusing to take the item out.

The Resurrection Potion was his second life; who would so easily hand over their second life to someone else?

Even last night, he simply took the bottle out and placed it in his hand; it could be stored in the system space in a second, and no one could take it from him.

But it's hard to say what will happen if Snape suddenly abandons his 'integrity'.

Compared to a Potions that can revive any life, morality is nothing, not to mention that Snape is a master of Potions, so how could such a potion not be attractive to him?

Snape seemed to sense Aaron's concerns and said calmly, "To have so many thoughts at such a young age, Aaron Gaius, it's really admirable that you're so vigilant."

"Oh! Not at all," Aaron said embarrassedly. "Compared to what you just did, Professor, this was just basic stuff."

"Fine! Whether you show it to me or not is your choice, but..."

I need to remind you that I'm not the only one who knows about this.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he was no longer as calm as before. "How many people know?"

Snape smiled without saying a word. So even you get anxious sometimes!

Aaron gritted his teeth in anger, "Fine, I'll let you see!"

"A wise decision," Snape said smugly. "I'll just take a look, and I'll give it to you right away. I also guarantee the news won't get out."

"That would be best, otherwise..." Aaron glanced helplessly at Abei, "Otherwise I'll have to feed the pets too."

"Are you crazy? You can't waste it like this!" Snape exclaimed in astonishment, but a second later he seemed to understand something and nodded. "If everyone really knows, this might be the best thing to do."

Otherwise, you will definitely become the target of everyone's criticism, and countless troubles will come your way.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime!"

However, I have a second method, which is to lock the potion in the treasure vault at home.

The Magic World wouldn't offend a powerful family for a Potions, because while it may seem rare, it's actually useless to the vast majority of people. Aaron said, taking out the emerald green bottle and carefully placing it on Snape's desk.

Snape picked up the potion, opened the bottle, and a powerful aura of life burst forth, making him feel refreshed and relaxed, as if he were lying on the lawn the Sun.

As soon as the bottle cap was put back on, that feeling vanished instantly.

Snape shook his head with some regret. "You really didn't lie to me. This thing contains incredibly powerful life force, capable of snatching the life of a recently deceased person from the Death God."

However, it has no effect on those who have been dead for a long time; no matter how strong the life force, it cannot revive them, at most it can prevent their bodies from decaying.

"That's right." Aaron nodded and put the bottle away. "But these alone can be considered priceless."

Moreover, according to my research, this potion is not limited to being used as a single Resurrection Potion.

People suffering from illness can use it to cure their ailments or prolong their lives; those without illness or disease can use it to extend their lifespan; and more importantly, those who are injured or even on the verge of death can use it to recover to their prime.

Unfortunately, there happened to be someone at Hogwarts who needed this item.

As Aaron finished speaking, Snape's pupils widened slightly. "What do you know?"

"What do I know?" Aaron asked, feigning suspicion. "Didn't Hagrid tell you that people in the Forbidden Forest are drinking Unicorn Blood to prolong their lives?"

Seriously, Hogwarts has terrible security; how could they let a monster like that in?