Potion Making Profit-Sharing Contract?

Huh?!

Devero heard Professor Snape's words.

His brain completely short-circuited!

What did he mean by letting him use them as he pleased?

Could it be that he was allowed to handle all the ingredients and finished potions in this room?

In terms of value, the items in this room wouldn't even be covered by five thousand Galleons!!

Even if Devero sold himself, he couldn't trade for this many rare materials!

"Pro... Professor, do you mean I can use them to brew potions?"

Devero asked, stuttering.

He hadn't yet recovered from this shocking news.

"Which word did you fail to understand? Yes, that is exactly what I mean!"

Snape replied, knitting his brows.

Devero immediately stood at attention.

He offered Professor Snape a respectful salute.

Good heavens!

The Snape before him felt like a stranger!

Was this really that Old Bat?!

Why was he so generous today?

Snape naturally couldn't stand seeing Devero look so smug.

A cold sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, eighty percent of the ownership of any potions you brew belongs to me."

Devero froze.

An eighty-twenty split?

Eighty percent belonged to someone else!

Devero immediately wanted to haggle.

This was exploitation!

The potions he brewed with his [Potion Spirit] were things that couldn't be bought on the market!

He deserved at least thirty percent!

"Professor! This price is unreasonable!"

Devero was no longer the little nobody who had to eat and live off Snape without any self-preservation skills!

His wings had hardened!

Snape's eyes turned sharp when he heard this.

And so, both parties began a long session of verbal gymnastics.

Finally, after Devero's persistent arguing, Snape conceded to giving Devero twenty-five percent.

Furthermore, at Devero's strong insistence, Snape reluctantly signed a paper contract with him.

Devero had originally wanted to establish an Unbreakable Vow with Snape, but there were no witnesses present.

He decided to leave that for another time.

At least he had written proof now, so he wasn't afraid of Snape welching on the deal.

Devero tucked the contract into his pocket, feeling completely satisfied.

Snape's expression was foul, as if signing the contract for Devero had put him in a terrible mood.

But to Devero, even that sour face looked incredibly pleasing to the eye right now.

His mood today was absolutely at its peak!

He wanted to take some materials right now and head to the dungeon classroom to get down to business!

However.

Although he possessed the [Potion Spirit] trait.

He had an intuitive sense for the materials before him.

He could vaguely guess what they might be used for.

But it was still best to listen to Snape's introduction.

And take note of any precautions along the way.

To avoid danger.

Snape said with a gloomy face.

"That's enough. I need you to understand a few things that require attention; I certainly don't want to return one day to find the Storage Room destroyed."

As he spoke, Snape walked over to a wall lined with the remains of magical creatures.

His fingers slid gently across the various bottles.

His tone was cold but remained professional.

"These are the remains of magical creatures I have collected over the years, each with its own unique purpose."

"For instance, Unicorn Tail Hair possesses gentle properties and is an essential ingredient for beauty-related potions."

Snape turned around and stared into Devero's eyes.

Only after ensuring he was listening.

Did he continue.

"But remember, hair-based materials are extremely volatile. Therefore, Unicorn Tail Hair is very fragile; once damaged, its magic dissipates rapidly. So, do not touch these bottles lightly, unless you want to ruin a potion worth a fortune."

"Of course, if processed using special methods, they aren't as fragile, but the effectiveness of the potions we brew would be compromised."

Devero nodded.

He secretly committed these precautions to memory.

After all.

Once this contract was signed.

As long as Devero was brewing potions.

Then a quarter of this entire room full of materials would be his!

He certainly had to cherish them!

Next.

Snape listed the specific uses for several more magical creature remains in succession.

Devero nodded one by one to confirm he had memorized them.

He was an [Exam Prodigy], after all.

So, when faced with the key points Snape repeatedly emphasized.

He naturally remembered them with perfect clarity.

Snape looked at him suspiciously.

After all, Devero was neither taking notes.

Nor showing any signs of the intense strain usually associated with memorization.

"Have you truly remembered them?"

Snape couldn't help but ask.

Devero grinned.

He tapped his head with his index finger.

"Professor, I'm not bragging, but my brain is unexpectedly sharp."

Watching Devero's smug expression.

Snape's mouth twitched.

He ignored him for the moment.

Turning around.

He walked over to the wall of magical herbs.

And continued.

"These magical herbs are the basic ingredients for potion-making."

He then picked up a glass bottle filled with dried powder.

"This is Dittany. You should have learned about it in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi; it is part of your first-year curriculum."

Devero nodded slightly.

"Dittany is a plant with magical properties that can be used to brew potions, and it also possesses potent healing effects. However, take note: Dittany must be kept at a constant temperature during the drying process, or its magic will be significantly weakened."

"Then there is Agave, which can be used to increase the potency of a potion, but using an excessive amount will lead to severe side effects..."

Snape picked up every single herb to explain it to Devero.

He made sure to emphasize the uses and taboos of each herb.

Devero listened intently.

His eyes darted back and forth between the various jars.

He tried his best to memorize every detail.

Finally.

The entire wall of herbs had been explained.

Devero narrowed his eyes.

He rubbed his temples.

Stuffing so much information into his brain.

Even though he was an Exam Prodigy.

He still felt a bit dizzy.

It felt as if he had attended a whole semester's worth of Herbology classes in just one hour.

Snape, however, seemed to be enjoying himself.

His expression had clearly become a bit smug.

Devero harbored a dark suspicion.

Snape must be unable to stand seeing him perform well.

That was why he chose to force-feed him information like this.

To exhaust Devero.

So that he could satisfy some sort of quirk.

Just as Devero was frantically complaining about Snape in his mind.

Snape walked over to the wall in the middle.

He paused.

Then he turned back around.

His expression was extremely serious.

More serious than at any other time tonight.

He raised his hand.

Pointing at the finished potions on the final wall.

His tone carried a hint of warning.

"These are potions I have meticulously crafted, and every single one is either highly dangerous or incredibly precious."

"I will not tell you what each one of them is used for."

Snape blocked the wall with his body.

Facing Devero.

"But I will tell you this: every one of these potions is extremely dangerous, and some could even be instantly fatal!"

The threatening tone in Snape's words grew heavier.

"I certainly don't want to come back next time and find that you have already turned into a corpse, and furthermore..."

Hah!

Snape let out another cold sneer.

"These potions are very expensive. If you accidentally knock one over, the profit-sharing clause in that contract will be changed to ninety-ten! You will only receive ten percent of the pay, and the rest will all go to me."

Devero was frantically mocking Snape's black-hearted stinginess in his heart.

Besides, he could tell the effects of these potions just by looking at them.

Did he really need him to explain?

But on the surface, he still nodded respectfully.

"Yes, Professor, I will be very careful."

Hearing Devero's reply.

Snape finally straightened his posture.

He walked past Devero and exited the Storage Room.

He said with a hint of exhaustion.

"Alright, that covers everything regarding the Storage Room. Let's talk about the Polyjuice Potion recipe."

As he spoke, Snape produced a piece of parchment that looked like a contract out of thin air.

He placed it on his desk.

Devero forcibly restrained his hands, which were itching to go grab the ingredients right now.

He walked out of the storage room.

Speaking of the Polyjuice Potion.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

"By the way, Professor, I've thought of a way to finish the Polyjuice Potion within seven days."

As soon as those words left his lips.

"What!?!"

Snape stood up abruptly from his chair.