Chapter 68 This must be someone from Gryffindor House!
theft! When he left, he laid a trap in the storage room! ! !
Snape swore that if he could catch the Potions thief, he would hang him by his limbs from the ceiling of the Potions classroom. ☞♦
He has narrowed down the suspects - it must be those naughty guys from Gryffindor House!
Snape is a master of potions. He can judge the purpose of the prisoner by which raw materials are missing - for example, if the African tree snake skin is missing, then the prisoner most likely wants to prepare a compound soup potion, but this time he The ingredients are missing! And according to his statistics, the proportion of each type is about the same, about one-third less.
Obviously, this thief did not steal for the purpose of preparing potions, he just came to provoke him!
In his own potion storage room, he slowly took out one-third of each raw material, as if he were treating the storage room as his own kitchen. Snape asked himself, he was quite a deterrent in the school, how much courage did it take to do such a thing in his storage room? Who else could behave in such a "Gryffindor" manner? There are only a few energetic little lions in Gryffindor House who have nowhere to release their energy.
And those who have the courage to do such a thing are no longer ordinary Gryffindors, only those few thorns...
Fred and George of Gryffindor House suddenly shivered and felt a hint of inexplicable malice.
After Snape suppressed his anger and shared his experience with Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall was also shocked.
"A third of every potion ingredient was stolen?"
"That's right, from unicorn stomach stones to ordinary bezoar feces, exactly one-third has disappeared." A cold smile appeared on Snape's lips.
Professor McGonagall: ...
She felt guilty.
Just listening to the description of the problem, it sounds like something someone from Gryffindor House could do! This attitude did not treat Severus Snape as an outsider at all - it was nothing more than a daughter ransacking her mother's refrigerator.
"Ms. Minerva McGonagall, do you have any clues?"
Professor McGonagall was sweating profusely.
So shortly after today's lunch, Fred and George were about to leave the auditorium arm in arm to have some fun, when they were blocked in a corner by Professor McGonagall.
"What were you two doing at dinner last night?" Professor McGonagall stared closely at their faces, eyes full of majesty.
"Uh, professor, we are eating in the auditorium." Fred was confused and told the truth.
"Okay, so what are you doing before dinner?"
Fred and George didn't even need to look at each other, but they said in unison that they were playing wizard's chess in the common room.
Snape appeared, holding a small bottle.
"Minerva, this is my newly prepared Veritaserum, you only need one drop -"
Fred, George:? !
They just planted a shit egg outside Filch's office door, right? ! This kind of thing has never been done before. Why did the two professors react so fiercely today?
The two of them had no intention of challenging Snape's potion-making skills with their own bodies, so they obediently explained what they had done before dinner, and under Professor McGonagall's questioning, they informed them of their whereabouts throughout the whole day yesterday. professor.
After listening to Fred and George's "confessions", Snape's brows furrowed even more.
It wasn't that the twins were lying. Snape was worried because he found out that both of them were telling the truth.
"You two, you two, very good, very good!" Professor McGonagall was already furious with what she had confessed.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Fred and George, you will spend the rest of the Christmas holidays in confinement." She sentenced the twins.
After the twins left dejectedly, Professor McGonagall felt a little better: at least Fred and George's suspicions were cleared.
Excluding these two living treasures, Professor McGonagall felt that no one in his college had such mobility and psychological quality.
This was stealing from Snape's potions storage room!
"Maybe it was the person who killed the troll or introduced the troll into the castle. Is it possible that he was trying to make money?"
Snape agreed with Professor McGonagall on this matter.
He has already said hello to several medicine shop owners he is familiar with. If those extremely rare potion raw materials appear on the market, he will have to let the culprit spend a few days in Azkaban.
The owner of the potion shop still has to sell him some thin noodles, because he, Severus Snape, is a potion master who can make difficult potions.
"Sorry, think on the bright side, isn't there still two-thirds left?" After the children in his college were cleared of suspicion, Professor McGonagall straightened up and even dared to tease Snape.
Snape's face was so dark that one suspected he had African ancestry.
Late at night, when Snape was sorting out and inventorying his remaining collection with grief and anger, he suddenly discovered a very shallow snake-shaped relief at the bottom of a shelf that he had not paid attention to before.
‘Has there been anything like this here before? ’ Snape recalled it in his mind and found that he had no memory in this regard. He had not paid attention to this corner - who had time to look at the bottom of the storage shelf?
He gently stroked the small snake relief, and something magical happened. His storage shelf "grew" one level. Snape took precautions and carefully opened the newly grown drawer on the bottom layer, and found several small boxes inside. The boxes were as shiny as new, as if they had just been put in yesterday.
He opened the boxes, and each box contained some seeds. The name and purpose of the seeds were written in Latin on the inside of the lid.
Snape's breathing suddenly became heavy: it contained some extremely rare or long-extinct magical plant seeds! This is most likely a treasure left over from the Slytherin era!
Suddenly, Snape didn't feel too sorry for the potion raw materials he had stolen.
In the dormitory of the first-year Slytherin students, Rice was taking stock of his "harvests" in the empty dormitory, with a smile on his lips.
Only by communicating with each other can we all make progress together! You see, these African tree snake skins can only eat ashes in your cabinet. Why don't you lend them to me? And some of my seeds are of little use if you keep them. Maybe you can use them instead?
As for some institutions in the school, Rice feels that it is also necessary to lift the restrictions on the use of "parseltongue", which may be beneficial to everyone.
It was a fruitful day for the two Potions Masters of Slytherin House!
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