Were these two Potions Masters actually fighting over a student?

After the banquet, the students gradually left the Great Hall, with only a few professors remaining in the faculty section to talk.

Hagrid has been having a lot of troubles lately, and tonight he accidentally drank too much at the dinner party. He's currently slumped over the table, muttering incoherently.

"Buckbeak, you'll be alright..."

Professor McGonagall refrained from drinking much, but the smile on her face never faded after the students left.

The fact that both wizards who received the Order of Merlin were her students was undoubtedly the greatest honor for Professor McGonagall, who had dedicated most of her life to teaching.

As for Dumbledore, he was holding a glass of sweet wine, talking to two knights from Wizengamot.

The round-faced, plump wizard Clovis picked up the sweet wine on the table, took a sip, and said with a beaming smile, "Albus, I sincerely thank you for your help before. Now that the problem is solved, it makes me feel much more at ease."

"You're welcome, we're old friends." Dumbledore smiled and raised his glass to him.

"That's right, that's right." Clovis nodded with a smile, secretly adding in his mind, "Only during the non-summer vacation period. Even if there's only one day left until the end of Hogwarts' summer vacation, I won't let my guard down."

"Even old friends shouldn't joke about my life..." Clovis thought to himself with a smile on his face.

The other wizard, Chuck, was tall and thin with a very calm face. He wore square glasses on his nose, with a silver chain hanging down naturally, making him look like a scholar.

Before speaking, Chuck glanced discreetly at Lupin on the faculty bench.

Only after confirming that the Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was still valid did he leisurely strike up a conversation with Dumbledore.

"Albus, you've been contacting us old folks quite a bit lately, what's going on?"

"Ah..." Dumbledore a sip of sweet wine, smacked his lips, and said, "Nothing, I just missed you all."

In order to clear Sirius's name, a trial would definitely be held through Wizengamot, Dumbledore made contact in advance to prepare for this.

That's why he's recently started associating more frequently with the wizards of Wizengamot, and even taking the initiative to help them solve their problems.

"Luckily it's not summer vacation, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have seen a single one of these old guys," Dumbledore thought to himself, a bright smile on his face.

Clovis and Chuck also smiled and gestured to Dumbledore with their cups of sweet wine.

Luckily it's not summer vacation, otherwise you would be the biggest problem.

The group drank and chatted, creating a lively atmosphere.

Just as they were having a pleasant conversation, Percy Weasley suddenly rushed in, looking flustered, shouting, "It's terrible, sir! Professor Snape and Master Charlemagne are about to fight, right in the courtyard!"

Upon hearing this, Clovis and Chuck both choked on their drinks and coughed violently.

"Cough cough... Who?!" Clovis covered his mouth with a handkerchief, his old face turning bright red.

"Professor Snape and Master Charlemagne!" Percy Weasley shouted.

Chuck wiped his hands with a handkerchief, his expression strange.

Charlemagne and Snape were both renowned Potions Master throughout the England Wizarding World. How could they possibly fight in public, disregarding their dignity?

"Could it be that the students misunderstood because they disagreed on the Potions issue?" Chuck wondered.

Dumbledore put down the sweet wine in his hand, frowned, and asked, "For what?"

Percy Weasley hesitated, stammering and unable to speak.

"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley, just tell the truth," Dumbledore reassured him.

Percy Weasley gritted his teeth and forced a smile, saying, "I heard it from my classmates... They said Professor Snape and Master Charlemagne are teaming up to kill you!"

"That's what they said," Percy Weasley emphasized.

Even Dumbledore's expression turned strange.

Came for me?

Dumbledore wasn't in a hurry, and even had the leisure to joke, "Then why are they fighting amongst themselves? Is it to fight over who will be the headmaster?"

Professor McGonagall and Lupin noticed the commotion and stared at Percy Weasley in astonishment.

Neither Charlemagne nor Snape seemed like impulsive people.

"I don't know," Percy Weasley shook his head repeatedly.

"I'll go check," Dumbledore said, taking a step forward and disappearing without a trace.

Clovis and Chuck exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed.

Professor McGonagall and Lupin, who were on the faculty seats, couldn't sit still any longer and quickly got up to follow.

Dumbledore appeared in the courtyard, he found it packed with students, and he had to struggle to squeeze in.

Before Dumbledore could even speak, he heard Snape and Charlemagne exchanging sarcastic remarks, completely disregarding the dignity of Potions Master.

Your comment about "greasy-haired bat" and my comment about "old paranoiac" made Dumbledore grimace.

"They're two Potions Masters, for goodness' sake, how can they have no shame at all?"

Thinking this to Dumbledore quickly went up to them and took their hands.

Seeing Dumbledore join the fray, the surrounding students became even more excited, thinking he had accepted Snape and Charlemagne's challenge, and they all stared at them with wide eyes.

"Headmaster Dumbledore! That old Charlemagne has ulterior motives; he's trying to steal students from our house!" Snape complained through gritted teeth.

Charlemagne remained unfazed, sneering, "Prewett is a registered member of the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, and I am its president. It's only right that I mentor him. How can you call it stealing a student when it comes to Potions Master?"

"There are so many people in the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, why didn't you go to guide them, but instead came to Hogwarts to find Prewett? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? I knew you had no good intentions that day at the Society!" Snape said angrily, speaking rapidly.

"I don't care what you think!" Charlemagne was annoyed that he had hit the nail on the head, and even his facial paralysis was cured as he glared angrily at Snape.

Clovis and Chuck, who had rushed over, looked at each other in surprise, somewhat confused about the situation.

Judging from their words, these two Potions Masters were actually vying for a student?

That Third Year wizard named Prewett?

This is a very rare thing.