Snape glanced at the list, then at Charlie.
"Are you sure you know what these ingredients are for?"
"Of course." Charlie nodded.
"Moonstone Powder can stabilize potions, and Mandrake Root has restorative properties..."
Snape waved a hand, cutting him off.
"All right. Since you're so confident, go ahead and take what you need."
He pointed toward the depths of the storeroom, his tone unmistakably impatient.
"I don't have time to pick everything out for you."
Charlie blinked.
"I can just take whatever I want?"
"Take what you need." Snape didn't even look at Charlie.
Charlie had said he would pay, so let him take what he wanted. How much could he possibly take?
As soon as Snape finished speaking, Charlie's face broke into an irrepressible grin.
He quickly lowered his head, pretending to search carefully for ingredients.
In reality, the corners of his mouth were nearly reaching his ears.
Professor Snape, oh, Professor Snape. You just walked right into a trap.
Charlie searched through the storeroom.
Moonstone Powder—found it.
Three huge jars of it. He took them all.
Mandrake Root—found that too.
He picked up a whole crate without the slightest hesitation.
Toad Brain was pretty disgusting, but it was valuable, too.
Snape actually had more than a dozen. Charlie's eyes lit up.
[Your Majesty is insatiably greedy, Tyrant Points +5]
Charlie ignored the system, stuffing things into his bag as he exclaimed,
"Professor Snape, you really are generous."
"Don't worry, I won't let you lose out. I'll pay you the market price."
Hearing the noise, Snape looked up.
That one glance nearly gave him a heart attack.
The shelves in the storeroom, once neatly lined with bottles and jars, now had a huge stretch of empty space.
Snape's eyelid began twitching wildly.
Charlie was still ransacking the place.
"Mr.