#209 - Snape's Furious

A series of coughs echoed in the dimly lit office.

Muen guessed that Professor Snape must have choked on his own saliva, as he had experienced something similar before.

Seeing that Snape hadn't stopped coughing after several attempts, Muen wanted to go up and pat him on the back.

However, he had only taken two steps when Snape raised his hand to stop him from moving forward.

"Cough, stop......, cough cough ~"

Finding himself still unable to speak, Snape pointed his wand at himself.

"Anti-cough ~"

Striving to hold his breath and ensuring he could smoothly cast the spell, Snape's face finally returned from a reddish-brown to normal.

"Do you know how much energy a standard plant growth potion has! It can make a plant gain thirty years of age out of thin air. One hundred portions is three thousand years, which exceeds the time magic has existed!"

Snape didn't know what Muen was trying to do.

But he was very clear that such a dosage of magic potion was not something ordinary plants could withstand.

"What exactly did you plant? Even magical plants rarely live to be a thousand years old, let alone three thousand years!"

The last time Muen obtained the plant growth potion, it was only half a portion, fifteen drops.

The most important reason for needing one hundred portions this time was to consider the needs of the tribe's spirit tree.

As a large willow tree that had already lived for 3000 years, its drug resistance must be very high.

In addition, according to the tribe's wizards, this willow tree was likely afflicted by a curse when it was planted, but it wasn't apparent at the time.

Now that the growth potion can help remove the effects of the curse, it's best to remove it completely at once.

According to Muen's calculations, the effects of three thousand years could not only help remove the previous curse energy but also repair the spirit tree's chronic ailments over the years.

Of course, if the spirit tree couldn't use it all, Muen could also use these potions to quickly create a batch of magical plants.

Then, use them to make wands and flying brooms, upgrading the strength of the tribe's wizards to another level as soon as possible.

However, Muen found it difficult to explain Professor Snape's suspicions.

He thought for a long time before hesitantly opening his mouth.

"Professor, the tree I planted this time is indeed a bit large, so it might require a bit more potion."

"Large? How large can it be? It couldn't possibly be over 3000 years old!"

After Professor Snape said this, Muen just stood there silently.

Seeing the little lion in front of him suddenly quiet down, Snape seemed to suddenly realize something.

"There really is a magical plant that's three thousand years old?"

He subconsciously stretched his neck towards Muen and asked.

"There should be."

Watching Muen nod, Snape couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

He had long known that this little wizard in front of him hid a huge secret.

But when this secret was gradually revealed in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Alright, since you need it, then take out 100 portions of this flower powder, and I will deliver the growth potion to you in batches within a month."

As Snape spoke, he weighed the potion bag containing the Selma flower powder in his hand.

Muen didn't expect Professor Snape to value the Selma flower so much.

However, looking at the magic potion on the operating table, Muen could understand.

This price was already very reasonable for Snape, but for Muen, well, it was also very reasonable.

"Professor, I must say, the price you set is very accurate."

As Muen spoke, he reached into his pocket, where a little guy was still pretending to be asleep.

Muen knew that Niffler had already heard the price Snape offered, but it was a bit reluctant to take out the materials.

Before returning to Hogwarts, Muen had already obtained the remaining Selma flower materials from the spirit tree tribe for nearly three years.

To facilitate preservation, they had also pre-made this material into powder and packaged it early on, and now these potion bags were all in Niffler's pocket.

Seeing Muen's hand reach into its pocket, Niffler immediately lay down and made even snoring sounds.

"Hurry up and get up, the potion is worth even more, you know."

Hearing Muen's words, Niffler opened one eye.

"Squeak?" (Really?)

"Of course."

Muen and Niffler's conversation was very quiet, but out of curiosity, Snape used magic to hear the contents of the conversation clearly.

When he heard that the potion was worth more, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Am I going to lose out again?"

Snape was about to open his mouth to increase the price when he noticed Muen's pocket suddenly bulge.

Then, small potion bags sprayed out one by one.

"Undetectable Extension Charm? No, it should be that animal's pocket."

Snape knew that this little wizard in front of him kept a Niffler, but he never thought that someone could so easily get things out of a Niffler's pocket.

Snape was only slightly surprised, and Muen's pocket had already returned to its original state.

Although Niffler couldn't count to 100, it counted ten tens very clearly.

It wouldn't take out even one extra potion bag.

When the first potion bag flew out of his pocket, Muen quickly made contact with it using his hand.

But as more and more potion bags came out, he could only take out his wand and cast the [Levitation Charm].

"Professor, no more, no less, exactly 100 portions."

Watching Muen simultaneously levitate 100 portions of potion bags in the air, Snape took a deep breath.

He had already witnessed Muen using the [Levitation Charm] to move potion jars last time, and this time he could control one hundred items at the same time.

This surprised him, but he couldn't help but recall his own mastery of this spell during his student days. Although the [Levitation Charm] was very basic, Snape was very sure that he couldn't do this in his fifth year.

Gazing at the potion bags floating in the air, and then looking at that magical wand, Snape slowly opened his mouth.

"I suddenly feel that this reward is a bit too little."

Snape crossed his arms in front of his chest, not wanting to take over the control of the potion bags floating in the air.

Moreover, he spoke very slowly, just wanting to see where Muen's limit really was.

"Professor, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I still wanted to do another business deal with you."

Muen was also very helpless. He knew that Snape must have heard what he had just said to Niffler.

"You better make it clear what kind of person I am, Mr. Scarlett. Slandering a professor at Hogwarts can result in points being deducted."

Seeing the corner of Snape's mouth involuntarily rise, Muen helplessly supported his right hand, which was holding the wand, with his left hand.

"No, Professor, shouldn't you be more concerned about the specifics of the next business deal?"

"Oh, right, perhaps you can evaluate me first, and then talk about what you want to exchange?"

Watching Muen's [Levitation Charm] continue, Snape's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Although he now really wanted to know what kind of things Muen would take out next to exchange with him.

He couldn't stop being curious and wanting to test Muen's spell abilities.

"Okay, Professor, you just overturned what you said, which greatly damages the image of a Hogwarts professor."

"Especially when facing a little wizard like me, you want to exploit us. It might be even more severe for other people."

"Also, combined with your image and your hair that hasn't been washed for years, these things cause harm to the hearts of little wizards."

"And your current mentality, it's completely..."

"Shut up!"

As Muen's speech became faster and faster, Snape's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

He never thought that a little wizard would dare to say these things in front of him, and he couldn't refute any of them.

"Professor, but I haven't..."

"I told you to shut up, or I can only give you a [Throat-Locking Spell]!"