Snape's office was like a bat cave, dark and chilly.
Most of the room was occupied by bookshelves and old-fashioned desks and chairs, making it feel rather cramped.
The old wooden floorboards creaked beneath one's feet.
It was the complete opposite of Professor McGonagall's office.
But it had to be said that Snape's private storeroom contained a dazzling array of potion ingredients.
Silan's heart stirred at the sight.
This was all money!
The last time Silan went to Hogsmeade, he had bought some rather mediocre potion ingredients, and even those had cost him quite a bit.
The potion ingredients in Snape's private storeroom were all top quality, even the most ordinary ones. In terms of wealth, probably only Dumbledore could reliably surpass him.
If he could empty out this storeroom...
Then the trait for [Potion Prodigy] would probably level up very quickly.
While Silan was secretly calculating the value of the potion ingredients in the office, Snape was staring coldly at him.
He did not speak immediately.
Instead, he sat rigidly in his chair, looking down at Silan from above.
It was one of his usual methods.
Using silence and a scrutinizing gaze to wear down people's nerves.
Making them overthink and lose their composure.
This method had always worked for him before.
The young wizards summoned to his office would all become unsettled under this treatment. Often, they would back down before he even had to say a word.
But today, the method seemed to have failed.
This Prewett showed no sign of fear. He was even studying the potion ingredients in the office with great interest.
Snape even felt there was something off about his gaze...
"Mr. Prewett." Snape finally lost patience first. Drawing out his words, he said in a low voice, "I believe that, as a