Potions Master are never short of students; even the slightest hint of wanting to teach will attract a huge crowd vying for their attention.
Opportunities to learn from a master are rare.
But now, these two Potions Masters are actually shouting and cursing at each other for the sake of a student, and it seems like they're about to come to blows.
That's incredible!
The students watching the spectacle were also bewildered by this absurd scene and began to whisper among themselves.
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Two Potions Master vying for one student?!
Some students with a slight talent for Potions felt both shocked and bittersweet.
Whether it's Master Charlemagne, the president of the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, or Professor Snape, the youngest Potions Master in the world, they are both figures far beyond their reach. Yet now, these two masters are arguing heatedly over Prewett.
The stark contrast with reality made this scene feel so absurd, almost like a dream.
Snape and Charlemagne's argument grew increasingly heated, Dumbledore had to grip their hands tightly to prevent them from pulling out their wands.
A flash of light appeared quickly in Dumbledore's hand.
Snape and Charlemagne both felt the magic in the air slowly dissipating.
This kind of spell, which temporarily dissipates the magic in the air and renders the Spells ineffective, is only Finite Incantatem are exhausted.
With Dumbledore striking first, a fight was impossible, and Snape and Charlemagne gradually relaxed.
"You've scared all the students away," Dumbledore said with a frown on his old face.
It was only then that Snape and Charlemagne realized that Silan and Hermione were nowhere to be found.
"Well done, we should stay away from that old Charlemagne!" Snape thought to himself.
"Come with me to the Headmaster's Office." Dumbledore, leaving no room for argument, and pulled them both away, disappearing from the spot.
The words of apology still lingered in the air. "I'm sorry, Clovis, and Chuck, Hogwarts has not been hospitable. I will personally apologize later."
Professor McGonagall and Lupin managed to squeeze through the crowd, but unfortunately, they missed everything.
"Professor Lupin, you evacuate the students." Professor McGonagall glanced at the location of the Headmaster's Office, gave this instruction, and then turned and left.
"Alright, students, the excitement's over," Lupin said, winking at them. "You can all go home now."
Seeing that all the important figures had left, the students gradually dispersed, but they were still discussing the events of the moment with great interest as they left.
Two Potions Master vying for a single student—this is an unprecedented and intriguing event, enough to keep them talking for days.
After the students left, only Clovis and Chuck remained, staring at each other in disbelief.
After a while, Clovis finally came to his senses and couldn't help but grin, saying, "Hey, this is something else! Two Potions Master vying for a student, this trip wasn't a waste."
Chuck also said thoughtfully, "At first I thought it was just that Prewett benefited from Professor Snape's name and got his name on the paper. Now it seems, could it be that Professor Snape benefited from his name?"
"Don't joke around." Clovis shook his head, then said, "But... his last name is Prewett, yet he's in Slytherin House? That's another rare thing."
"That's really strange," Chuck agreed.
"It's a good thing that the Prewett family bloodline still exists. They're all quite remarkable," Clovis remarked. "And now it seems even more so."
The Prewett brothers, from the same generation, died fighting against the Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
His son, Prewett, was exceptionally talented, enough to make two Potions Master fight over him without regard for decorum.
Chuck and Clovis chatted as they left, muttering to themselves, "There really aren't a single coward in Prewett..."
While they were relaxed and cheerful, the atmosphere in the Headmaster's Office was rather tense.
Fawkes, disturbed from its sleep, let out two grumbling cries and flew out the window.
Despite Dumbledore's mediation, Snape and Charlemagne continued to glare at each other, exchanging silent blows with their eyes.
Dumbledore, feeling a headache coming on, stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, crushed it with his teeth, and swallowed it, only then did he feel a little better.
These two are just never going to stop!
"Master Charlemagne, could you tell me why you're so insistent on having Prewett learn Potions from you? As far as I know, the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers also has quite a few Potion Prodigy," Dumbledore changed the subject.
"Genius?" A mocking smile briefly appeared on Charlemagne's expressionless face. "If Prewett's talent is a towering tree, then they are at best leaves on that tree."
Dumbledore aback and fell silent.
Charlemagne continued, "Have you ever seen a Third Year wizard who can make Wolfsbane Potion with such skill? And a modified version at that! If he learns from me, I'm confident he'll become Potions Master before he even reaches adulthood!"
These confident words made Professor McGonagall's eyelids twitch involuntarily. She exclaimed, "This is too exaggerated! Even Severus didn't become Potions Master before adulthood..."
Charlemagne scoffed, "That only proves that Prewett is more talented than him."
Professor McGonagall slightly opened her mouth and looked at Snape.
Snape, who had always been extremely dominant in the field of Potions, surprisingly fell silent in the face of Charlemagne's almost provocative words.
That's considered an implicit agreement.
Charlemagne, seemingly annoyed by the verbal sparring, impatiently turned to Dumbledore: "Let Prewett come with me to the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers to study Potions. I can handle all the Potions needs of the entire school."
"We don't need you. Hogwarts already has Potions professor," Snape said coldly.
Are you still not done?!
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Author's Note: The Book of Admittance is a large book kept at Hogwarts, with a black Dragon Hide cover and made of Parchment.
The Quill of Acceptance will write the names of all newborn children with magical talents on it. The Book of Admittance is imbued with powerful and lasting magic. As the overseer of the Quill of Acceptance, it will refuse to Quill of Acceptance a person's name on it unless it receives sufficiently strong evidence that that person possesses magical abilities.
Therefore, this book ensures that schools will not admit Squib.
Wizards who have had the privilege of witnessing the work of the Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance believe that the Quill of Acceptance is more lenient in its judgment than the Book of Admittance. Even the slightest sign of magic is enough to Quill of Acceptance, but the Book of Admittance will not allow the Quill of Acceptance to write a name on it unless sufficient evidence is found.
This part is an official supplementary setting and is not mentioned in detail in the original work.
You may take note.