Inside Snape's cold, gloomy office.
After the old bat heard Shawn's various exacting demands, he looked at him as though he were a pervert.
Had a troll kicked this boy in the head today? Nothing but ridiculous nonsense. His expression turned hostile.
"What do you want a Hallucinogenic Potion like that for? Surely you aren't planning to do something disgusting, like use it on some girl? I don't have it. Get out!"
Shawn felt grievously wronged and nearly coughed up blood, but he really couldn't explain himself just then.
He hurriedly spoke with unusual solemnity and sincerity.
"Professor, please. That potion really is very important to me."
Seeing Shawn so unusually serious, Snape studied the student whose strength already surpassed his own once more with his hollow gaze.
His earlier accusation about Shawn drugging a female student had merely been his habitual venom.
With everything Shawn had going for him, he really didn't seem to need to.
Snape rested his chin on one hand and remained silent for a long while before asking gravely.
"Is this about that person?"
This time, it was Shawn's turn to fall silent.
This helpless, pitiable man disguised himself behind coldness and cruelty.
Shawn's feelings toward him were complicated. He didn't particularly want to deceive him with some made-up nonsense.
Snape was an exceptionally intelligent man. At Shawn's expression, his hollow eyes abruptly narrowed.
Without another word, he swept his black robes around and turned toward his Potion Cabinet.
From a secured hidden compartment, he retrieved more than a dozen potions, including Veritaserum and Love Potion, along with several herbal extracts.
Back at the Worktable, he immediately began working, precisely blending the ingredients with fluid movements as elegant as those of a master bartender.
Before long, he had concocted a mesmerizing potion the color of