After completing the registration procedures, Miss Mary saw Silan off to the lobby with a regretful expression.
"It's a pity I was born more than ten years too early!" Miss Mary thought to herself.
Perhaps because Snape wanted to avoid Charlemagne, he quickly led Sheeran out of the guild hall after Silan registered as Potioneer.
After leaving, Silan held the Potioneer badge engraved with his name in his hand and looked at it.
The badge was made of silver and felt heavy in the hand. His name was engraved at the bottom, and in the middle was a relief of a crucible with medicinal herbs being boiled inside. There were also emblems of stars and the sun on it.
After examining the badge several times, Silan held it in her hand and weighed it. "It weighs about a few Silver Sickle..."
"What does the badge of Potions Master look like?" Silan asked curiously, turning her head.
Snape glanced warily at the Guildhall behind him, and after confirming that Charlemagne hadn't caught up, casually explained, "It's made of gold, and the emblem at the top has an extra moon."
Silan nodded thoughtfully.
He had just seen the badge of a regular Potioneer in the guild hall; it was made of brass and had only stars as its emblem.
The Extraordinary Society of Potioneers only has three levels: Ordinary Potioneer, Senior Potioneer, and Potions Master.
Because the range is so wide and there is no distinction, most Potioneer' levels are basically fixed from the day they register, and they have no hope of advancing in their lifetime.
"With the Potioneer Badge, besides proving you're a registered Potioneer with the Association, you can also get a discount on materials at Potions that partner with the Association," Snape glanced at the badge in Silan's hand and continued, "Regular Potioneer get a 10% discount, Senior Potioneer get a 20% discount."
"Where is the Potions Master?" Silan asked.
Snape said calmly, "Free."
"This is great Fawley!" Silan's eyes lit up.
This undisguised greed made Snape shake his head, adding, "Generally, Potions Master don't take large quantities of materials at once."
"Why?" Silan asked.
Snape said helplessly, "Because I care about my reputation."
My student is good in every way, except that he's too greedy. It must be because he suffered too much in the past!
"The guild's Potioneer are only of three ranks, and the gap between each rank is an insurmountable chasm." Snape glanced at the cauldron statue standing in front of the door and said meaningfully, "Senior Potioneer is the end for most people, but only the starting point for Potions Master."
Silan held the Winky silver badge in his palm, looked at the cauldron statue, and said, "It seems I'm only just beginning."
The Potioneer passing by stared at the silver badge in Silan's hand for a long time, and his eyes widened even more when he saw Snape next to him.
Finally, the Potioneer looked up at the lobby of the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers and sighed repeatedly.
This kid is already Senior Potioneer at such a young age, while I have no idea how many more years I'll have to struggle before I can register as a regular Potioneer.
The difference between people is even greater than the difference between people and dogs!
Inside the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers.
All the examiners stopped what they were doing and worked overtime to edit the paper Snape had sent.
Milton downed a large cup of coffee, carefully brushed aside the few remaining hairs on his forehead, and exclaimed excitedly, "Once this paper is published, the history of Wolfsbane Potion will be rewritten!"
"We've caught a lucky break," Ross said, his face beaming as he organized the manuscript in his hands.
"I have a feeling that once Professor Snape's paper is published, he might be awarded the Second Class Badge of the Order of Merlin," Milton speculated, frowning.
Ross paused, then asked hesitantly, "Professor Snape is a Level Two, what about Mr. Prewett?"
"That's hard to say," Milton muttered. "You know, second authors are never really valued... Master Charlemagne is here!"
Milton and Ross immediately fell silent and buried themselves in their work.
Master Charlemagne was known for his rigorous and meticulous approach, especially when it came to academic papers. In his words, "Every paper published in an academic journal must withstand scrutiny from anyone!"
Under such stringent requirements, academic fraud in the field of Potions has almost disappeared in recent years.
After the examiners worked through the night, Professor Snape's paper on the Improved Wolfsbane Potion was finally published in the journal.
As everyone expected, the paper sparked heated discussions throughout the academic community upon publication and even made it into The Daily Prophet.
Great news for Werewolf wizards! Professor Snape and his student Prewett have improved the Wolfsbane Potion!
Lucius opened the Daily Prophet, and upon seeing the headline, he excitedly picked up Narcissa beside him and gave her a big kiss.
"That's wonderful, honey! Do you know what that means?!"
"Severus is riding high right now. If we can get him to show up at the Sale Event, we'll really make a name for ourselves!"
This is the best advertisement!
Lucius put Narcissa down, clutching the Daily Prophet tightly in his hand, his excitement unable to subside for a long time.
"It's just in time! It's come at the perfect moment!"
"Next week, no, this week!" Lucius paced back and forth excitedly, muttering to himself, "I must hold the Sale Event immediately!"
"This is a golden opportunity for the Malfoy family to make a name for themselves, and we're sure to make a fortune!"
Narcissa looked at Lucius with a helpless smile, and reached out to straighten his clothes. "Don't rush..."
"Time is Galleon! I'll go write the letter right now!" Lucius gave Narcissa another hard kiss on the lips, waved the Daily Prophet in his hand, and ran off to his study.
"Luckily, I chose to cooperate with Prewett." Lucius felt incredibly fortunate.
"My decision was absolutely brilliant! The Malfoy family will surely be restored to its former glory under my leadership!"
"Ha ha!"
Lucius entered the study and burst into a smug laugh.
When news of Snape's Improved Wolfsbane Potion reached Hogwarts, Dumbledore hosted a celebratory dinner for him in recognition of his outstanding contribution.
He was giving a speech at that moment.