Gerald made his decision in less than half a second.
He certainly couldn't tell anyone the formula for the Foundation-Stabilizing Liquid, but there was no harm in explaining where it came from.
Besides, Dumbledore already knew about the potion he had brewed. It was only a matter of time before Snape came asking.
Rather than keep it hidden and leave people guessing, he might as well be open about it.
"The formula for the Foundation-Stabilizing Liquid was adapted from an ancient medicinal prescription from the East. Its main ingredient is a herb called Ironwire Vine. As for the formula itself, I can't tell you that, Professor. I'm counting on it to make my fortune." Gerald closed his textbook and set it on the desk. When he stood up, several empty desks separated him from Snape.
An extremely subtle change came over Snape's expression.
"The East? An ancient civilization indeed. It is hardly surprising that it should possess a few things that defy explanation."
He paused and gave two low chuckles.
"Hmph. Spare me your suspicions. Who would want your formula? I was merely curious about the potion's origins. Since it is a medicine from the East, that explains everything."
Snape added another thought to himself.
I knew it. How could there be a potion I had never seen before?
Snape was noticeably in a much better mood during that Potions class.
Everyone in the class could feel it.
Throughout the lesson, the venom in Snape's remarks dropped several notches, and he took points off less than half as often as usual.
Even Lee Jordan, who hadn't finished his homework, escaped being mocked and made to stand. He merely lost five points.
Lee Jordan stood frozen, looking as though he was trying to confirm that he was still alive.
After class,