Trading Potions for Professors

"Of course, Principal."

Actually, I also know that Hogwarts teachers are all quite busy, so there's no need to notify everyone.

Dumbledore, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What do you mean?"

Aaron scratched his head, smiled, and held up four fingers. "Four professors will suffice."

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Professor Snape.

Before the holiday, I once used their authority, and they were available whenever I called.

"You know that's impossible," Dumbledore- laughing and half-crying. "I can get Professor Snape to protect you, and maybe Hagrid too."

But it's not enough to give it all to you. In addition to teaching, these deans also have to manage their respective colleges, so they all have heavy responsibilities.

"If you were to transfer them all away with a single word, Hogwarts would be largely paralyzed."

Is that not allowed?

Aaron didn't expect Dumbledore to agree to his harsh conditions.

When it comes to bargaining, the most important thing is to reach the expected price; it would be even better if you could raise it a little higher.

"Those three professors." Aaron held up four fingers and bent one down. "Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape."

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

"Two, no less," Aaron said, somewhat annoyed. "Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape."

If you're not happy about it, please give the potion back to me!

If safety cannot be guaranteed, then I really can't hand over that life-saving item.

"Two words are barely acceptable." Dumbledore looked at Snape helplessly. "You heard that, Severus."

"I heard you, Headmaster." Snape rolled his eyes at Aaron. "I'm at your beck and call."

But you only have one chance.

Aaron gave an awkward smile. "I promise I will absolutely not bother you, Professor, unless it is a critical moment."

"That would be best."

"I'll speak to Professor McGonagall; she should grant me that request," Dumbledore said. "Are you satisfied now?"

"It's alright!" Aaron stood up from his chair. "I think I can leave now!"

"Of course, go back and get a good night's sleep!"

Hearing this, Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The matter was about to come to an end, so he picked up the drooling red bird, Abei, and prepared to leave.

However, after taking only a few steps, Dumbledore's voice came from behind, "Mr. Gaius, your cat seems to be quite extraordinary!"

Aaron paused, his heart skipping a beat.

He turned to look at Hagrid and saw that the Giant was gently shaking his head at him, constantly using his eyes to indicate that he hadn't said anything, which finally put his mind at ease.

"The principal has good taste!"

Even though I wrapped Abei up so tightly, you still noticed.

Isn't my cat cute?

"It's cute, but I must say it has nothing to do with appearance." Dumbledore pointed meaningfully to the red bird perched on the gilded branch. "Fawkes, my pet, is a Phoenix."

This is the first time I've ever seen another animal drool over it.

Aaron:...

Damn! It's decided, I'll starve Abei a few times after I get back.

It's one thing to drool uncontrollably, but to drool over Phoenix? Does it mean it's trying to eat a chicken? Isn't that a bit too much of an appetite?

Although Abei's actions were astonishing, he, as a human, could only cover for it at this moment.

"Ahem! To be honest, Professor Dumbledore."

Abei probably doesn't think it's Phoenix; lately, it's taken to collecting things.

"There are gilded branches under Fawkes's feet, those things... can you sell them to me?"

Dumbledore's lips twitched, and when he turned his head, he saw that his Phoenix had almost fallen off the table.

He waved his hand with a wry smile, and the office door opened. "Go back and rest!"

Professor Snape, see Aaron out, and come back later.

"Yes."

The two walked out of the office, Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "We finally got through this."

Snape looked at him with a strange expression and a particularly complicated look in his eyes.

Before coming here, Aaron thought of Dumbledore as an "old codger," but after meeting him in person, his attitude completely reversed, and he began to regard him as an idol.

"It's a real shame you don't go into acting."

"Hey! I learned the skill of speaking human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts a long time ago," Aaron said nonchalantly. "Besides, Dumbledore isn't that easy to fool."

"If he doesn't achieve his goal, do you think he'll let me go so easily?"

"Dumbledore wouldn't do that," Snape chuckled. "I know him so well, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't harm a student."

"I didn't say he would do anything to me, but I'll probably be spending a lot of time in the Headmaster's Office for a long time to come."

He'll probably use these clumsy methods to make that black-robed man in the shadows wary, thus preventing him from attacking me.

"After all, that man in black doesn't know I have Potions that can restore him, so he won't risk coming under Dumbledore's nose," Aaron said. "Now that the Potions is in his custody, I should be able to live peacefully for a long time until the end of this term."

"You know that Principal Yu wants your Potions?"

"Otherwise what?"

Could it be that he asked you to invite me over so we could have a long talk about life and ideals?

The moment you said Dumbledore wanted to see me, I knew I couldn't keep this potion. Going against the school and the headmaster is not a wise decision.

Since we can't keep them, we should try our best to gain as much benefit as possible for ourselves.

The result was passable, I suppose.

"What a little fox."

"Professor, although you are a master of Potions, I have met just as many important people as you."

"By being exposed to it from a young age, I can learn something, no matter what." Aaron said unhappily, "Besides, do you think my little fox's thoughts can escape that old fox's notice?"

Snape paused for a moment, silently comparing Aaron and Dumbledore in his mind.

Without a doubt, Dumbledore.

"Indeed, you are far behind him in every aspect."

"I admit it, but I'm still young. I'll surpass him sooner or later."

"And..." Aaron's eyes shone brightly, and he confidently raised a finger, "I have one thing I'm better at than him."

"What? Are you kidding me?" Snape's eyes widened, his first reaction was that this was impossible.

He knew very well how much power this White Lord could wield, having seen so many people around Dumbledore.

It can be said that as long as Voldemort does not appear, no one can rival Dumbledore.

"No, I'm serious," Aaron said very seriously. "Not just me, you should be better than him in this aspect as well."

"Hmm? Is that so?"

I honestly don't see what I'm better at than him.

"We are richer than him," Aaron said bluntly.

Snape froze on the spot; this answer was truly unexpected.

But after thinking about it carefully, it does seem to be true.

Was Dumbledore rich? Of course he was.

He spent over thirty years at Hogwarts, earning the highest salary in the entire school, and he also held several high-ranking part-time jobs.

Under normal circumstances, Dumbledore's wealth would be enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.

However, he also has a lot of expenses, and his salary is only enough to keep him breaking even and save some money for retirement.

Even knowing that he was better than Dumbledore ways, Snape still couldn't be happy.

So what if you have money? You're still just working for someone else.

"Oh, right, Professor, I suddenly remembered something," Aaron said somewhat embarrassedly. "Didn't I give you a present at Christmas?"

Have you figured out its meaning?

Snape snapped out of his daze, his expression strange. "You mean that bottle of unknown liquid?"

"That's right, that's right." Aaron said excitedly, eager to know what the Holy Dragon's saliva did.

"I've been studying it for a while, and that thing really does have a certain quality."

Combined with certain herbs, it's possible to create Potions that greatly stimulates appetite, which can be very helpful for some patients with anorexia.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, but considering that Abei was a dragon who wasn't picky about food, ate everything with gusto, and even treated Phoenix as food, he felt it was only natural.

After escorting Aaron to the gargoyle at the entrance, Snape returned to the Headmaster's Office.

"Severus, I must congratulate you," Dumbledore a smile. "You have a good student. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout all suggested that he transfer to another house."

After all, the Sorting Hat has stated that it is suitable for every house.

"They're dreaming. They want to steal people from my Slytherin. I won't allow it."

However, Aaron is indeed very outstanding; his achievements in all aspects are remarkable.

"You know I'm not talking about academic performance."

"I don't think he, a mere student, has the guts to negotiate with the principal."

"I think... this might have something to do with his family background!"

Perhaps!

But you may not have realized that he is much smarter than you think.

She knows how to protect herself, how to conceal her talents, and how to seek greater benefits for herself within reasonable limits; she's shrewd beyond her years.