Silan was now so familiar with Snape's office that it felt like home.
Snape was tidying up the documents on the table, looking quite pleased. He casually nodded to Silan, "Don't be shy, have a seat."
Silan sat in the armchair, glanced at the manuscript on the table, and asked curiously, "Professor, is the paper on Improved Wolfsbane Potion finished?"
Snape gathered all the manuscripts on the table, put them into a large paper bag, and said with a relaxed and cheerful tone, "We've done drug trials these past few days, and the results have been excellent."
"So fast?" Silan thought in surprise.
"Do you know about the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers?" Snape asked, placing the paper bag into a Wooden Box and slowly sitting down.
Silan nodded. "I've heard of it. The Extraordinary Society of Potioneers is an elite Potioneer association founded by Hector Dagworth Granger, a genius in Potions. It has always been renowned for its superb and cutting-edge Potions skills and academic authority."
At this point, Silan smiled and said, "I first noticed it because the Founders and Miss Granger shared the same last name."
Snape clearly noticed this interesting coincidence as well, a slight smile playing on his lips, "You're right. The Extraordinary Society of Potioneers has always been dedicated to researching Potions techniques, and almost all Potioneer qualified to register with the guild are elites in the field of Potions."
"At the same time, the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers is also an academic institution for Potions." Snape pressed his hand against the Wooden Box containing the manuscripts, stroking it as he continued, "The Society has its own journal of Potions, and to publish a paper in it, one must undergo rigorous review, even for Potions Master."
"So, you need to send the paper to the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers for review?" Silan asked, looking at the Wooden Box on the table.
"That's right. You'll come with me, and I'll register you for Potioneer's license while I'm at it; you'll need it sometime." Snape looked at Silan with satisfaction.
Students whom I personally teach should naturally become registered Potioneer just like me.
"When?" Silan asked.
"Now."
Snape picked up the Wooden Box from the table and handed Silan a small jar containing glittering Floo Powder.
The two acted swiftly and decisively, without wasting any words, each grabbing a handful of Floo Powder and tossing it into the fireplace.
The green flames flickered, illuminating the entire office. Silan stepped into the fireplace and said clearly, "Diagon Alley."
After a moment of disorientation and dizziness, Silan arrived at Diagon Alley via the Floo Network.
Snape was waiting for him.
Halloween has just passed, Diagon Alley is still bustling with activity. Witches and wizards wander through the streets and alleys, or gather in twos and threes to discuss what happened last night.
"Have you caught Black?" A short, plump witch pulled at her hat, obscuring most of her face.
A wizard next to her shrank back into the corner and whispered, "I heard the Auror only found Black's Broomstick."
"What on earth is the Ministry of Magic doing?!"
"Who knows? Fudge keeps telling everyone not to panic, saying everything is under control. It's ridiculous."
"I think we'd better hurry home, in case we run into Black... he's a madman!"
At this point, everyone tensed up, lost interest in the conversation, and hurried away.
Snape glanced at them with annoyance and quickened his pace in frustration. "The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of useless idiots! It's been so long and they still haven't caught Black..."
Silan pretended not to hear and walked silently behind.
As they turned past the Eeylops Owl Emporium, Silan spotted a few flyers on the ground and glanced at their contents. She thought to herself, "That's a clever idea; after all, these wizards aren't likely to listen to his whole story from back then."
These flyers, passed around, will eventually be noticed by someone.
The above content is logically clear and factually detailed; anyone who is interested in verifying it will eventually notice something amiss.
If Sirius reappears a few more times to keep the topic trending, and as the scope of discussion expands and more wizards pay attention to it, the outcome will be even better when he is finally exonerated.
Snape led Silan past a general store selling all sorts of strange silverware and moon globes, and stopped in front of a tall building.
"We've arrived," Snape said.
They arrived in front of a towering, tall building.
Strangely, the building had no main entrance; at the very front was a statue of a crucible with an inscription:
"Think, don't make noise."
The Extraordinary Society of Potioneers and Gringotts are on the same street, just a bit far apart.
The association has no main gate; the building is supported by a row of pillars in front, and the hall inside can be seen without obstruction from the outside.
Snape noticed Silan examining the pillars and offered to explain, "The Extraordinary Society of Potioneers has no gates, which means the Association accepts anyone to register as Potioneer."
"Regardless of background or bloodline, the association's only requirement is that Potioneer prove they are not fools or lazybones. The association's registration standards are not high; even without talent or the ability to make groundbreaking contributions in the field of Potions, diligence is still sufficient to become a qualified Potioneer."
"The association recognizes the talent of geniuses, but also the hard work of ordinary people."
Unfortunately, most people have neither the talent nor the willingness to work hard.
As Snape spoke, he glanced at the dejected wizards who emerged from between the pillars.
"Failed again!"
"Damn it, why is it always so difficult?"
The dejected wizards huddled together, complaining to each other, watching the passersby.
"Look, isn't that kid here to register too?" a wizard noticed Silan and suddenly asked.
"So young and already dares to register? He's probably going to be scared to tears by Master Charlemagne." Another wizard scoffed.
The other companions' legs immediately went weak when they heard the name "Master Charlemagne".
This Potions Master resides at the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, overseeing Potioneer registration and Potions paper review, and is known for his strict and uncompromising standards.
This is why it is known as the "Potioneer’s Wall of Sighs".
This means that wizards who came to register Potioneer could only leave with a sigh when faced with Master Charlemagne.
The Potioneer who can overcome this Wall of Sighs are all true elites.
They are either exceptionally gifted geniuses or extremely hardworking individuals.
"With such a formidable and insurmountable barrier, how dare this young man register as Potioneer?"
"Heh heh, I love seeing these overconfident young people get so discouraged that they'll never touch Potions again." The wizard Kira, who spoke first, chuckled coldly. His companions also smiled.
This is their twisted form of entertainment after failing to register Potioneer multiple times.
They feel happy whenever they see others fail as much as they do, or even more than they do.
The failures of those Pure-blood families wizards of noble birth, in particular, excited them.
"He seems to have been brought by an elder in his family." One of the wizards squinted at the person next to Silan.
"This guy looks familiar..." Kira said in surprise.
The other wizards nodded in agreement. "He does look familiar; I think I saw him in the hall just now."
"There was no one in the hall just now, only statues..." Kira suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Master Snape!"
Kira was drenched in sweat.
Of course, someone like him had never met Snape, but he frequented the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers in order to register as Potioneer, and had seen Snape's statue in the hall.
The other wizards also realized what was happening, and like chicks being choked, they were speechless.
Someone personally brought by Master Snape must be extraordinary in the world of Potions.
And she's so young!
This means that this person might be an unparalleled genius, and even has the potential to become a new Potions Master!
For someone like that to register as Potioneer would be a piece of cake; they're simply not on the same level as these people.
"Hurry up, Kira." The wizards, remembering what they had just said, were too ashamed to stay and slunk away with their heads down.
But Kira, for some reason, stood there motionless.
"What's wrong?" a wizard nearby asked.
Kira grabbed his hand suddenly, swaying and nearly kneeling on the ground. "Hold on! My legs are weak..."
In Snape's view, wizards who couldn't even register with the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers had an intelligence level in the Potions field comparable to a mature Mandrake, and an effort level comparable to the water in Dumbledore's honeydew water—virtually non-existent.
There's absolutely no need to worry about it.
Snape led Silan into the hall.
The interior of the building appears to have been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, making the space much larger than it appears from the outside. Several statues stand on either side, with names inscribed below them.
Roland Charlemagne, Horace Slughorn, Severus Snape...
"Are these all statues of Potions Master?" Silan asked.
Snape nodded casually, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. "Exactly. If you become the new Potions Master, perhaps a statue will be placed next to mine."
"I will try my best, Professor."
Snape's smile widened as he led him towards the front desk, "Let's go."