Bitten by a Murtlap

Albert felt no psychological burden whatsoever about treating Snape's Dark History as after-dinner entertainment, nor did he worry that it would leak out and make Snape bear a grudge against him.

Isobel was a smart girl. Naturally, she would not go around spreading it everywhere, and she clearly had not fully believed Albert's story either.

As everyone knew, Gryffindor had always held certain prejudices against Slytherin, especially when the subject was Professor Snape, whom countless students both feared and disliked.

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

Still, Isobel had analyzed several things from the story: the prophecy about the Chosen One had been made by Professor Trelawney to Professor Dumbledore before she joined Hogwarts.

Snape had eavesdropped on and leaked the prophecy.

Snape 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 scheme, that was hard to say.

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

Besides, the truth was not important to either of them. It was merely after-dinner chatter, and neither would truly care. Rather than waste time on gossip like that, they might as well do something more meaningful. There was only a little over a month left before the Magical School Potions Tournament began.

During the remaining time, Albert devoted a great deal of time and energy to preparing for the Magical School Potions Tournament.

He wanted that championship!

As long as he won the Potions Championship, he could complete three panel quests at once: "Golden Cauldron," "Zygmunt Budge's Last Wish," and "In the Name of Hogwarts." The generous rewards were enough to make him grin in his sleep.

The massive amounts of experience and Skill Points were secondary.