Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 34 The Terrifying Office

"What's wrong with him?" Harry muttered incredulously as he watched Snape walk away.

Merlin, he must be half asleep to hear Snape agree to buy things for Cyren, and contraband at that.

"I don't know." Ron rubbed his ears vigorously.

"It must be out of a professor's sense of responsibility," Hermione said.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "I really hope that when he's deliberately trying to cause me trouble, he also remembers the professor's sense of responsibility."

Silen didn't speak. He suddenly realized that Snape didn't seem to be... well, he was still quite annoying. But if you put aside his flaws like favoritism, meanness, abuse of power, vanity, and bias towards Potter, Snape could be considered a competent professor.

That's how it is for Xilun, anyway.

Buying materials from Snape would save him a lot on shipping costs; after all, as a professor, he couldn't very well ask his students for delivery fees.

Moreover, Snape was a renowned potion master with a keen eye for potion ingredients; anything that passed through his hands was guaranteed to be of high quality and genuine.

The only problem is that there are restrictions, and you can't buy many things.

However, this isn't a big problem for Siron. He hadn't originally planned to use any prohibited materials. If it really comes up... well, we'll see. The Weasley brothers should be able to help then.

As Xilun was thinking, three heads suddenly appeared in front of him.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had somehow huddled together, staring at him as if trying to read something from his face.

"What are you doing!" Xilun instinctively took a step back, putting distance between himself and them.

"Are you and Snape... related?" Harry finally managed to stammer out the question.

Aside from that reason, he really couldn't understand why Snape would help a Gryffindor. Snape didn't even confiscate those things; instead, he kept them safe and checked them, and if there were no problems, he would return them to him that night.

Harry racked his brains but couldn't understand why a few bloody red hat hearts could be kept and examined, but a copy of "Quidditch" was confiscated.

Thinking about it carefully, the Ollivander family has a long history, and as the head of Slytherin, who values ​​pure blood the most, Snape might actually have some connection with Shiren.

"Don't talk nonsense." Siren glanced at him. "Professor Snape is a good professor, not that snobbish."

"Snape, you good professor?" Ron shrieked, glaring at Siron. "I never expected you to betray us!"

Harry also had a tense expression.

They're friends, shouldn't friends stand on the same side?

"I'm warning you, don't speak ill of Professor Snape, or I'll tell on you." Cyril raised an eyebrow.

Now Snape, like Hagrid, is an important material supplier for him. In comparison, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are really not familiar to him, so don't try to get close to them.

Ron and Harry both blushed.

Although they could tell that there was an element of joking in Xilun's words, it was still quite infuriating.

"Hermione, you're not allowed to lend him your homework anymore." Ron wanted to drag Hermione into his camp and teach Celen a lesson.

He knew very well that Celeste's homework was the same as theirs, and he would ask Hermione for help when doing his homework.

Hermione thought it was childish and didn't even glance at him.

When the group returned to the auditorium for lunch, Ron was still rambling on, trying to correct Siron's wrong ideas.

However, no one paid him any attention. Siron pretended not to hear, Hermione was too lazy to talk to him, and Harry was too nervous.

The Quidditch match was about to begin, and just thinking about it made his heart race and he couldn't even eat.

That evening, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with excitement, everyone eagerly anticipating the next day's match.

As Xilun came out of the dormitory, a figure darted over quickly.

"Sirlen, are you going to Snape's office now?" Harry asked.

"That's right." Siren nodded. "Do you want to come with me? I remember you also had a book confiscated."

"If you could, could you help me get it back?" Harry asked in a low voice.

He had originally planned to go by himself, but Snape had been bothering him almost every day for the past few days, and he really didn't want to see that face anymore.

Since Siren was on his way to the Potions Department office, he wondered if he could ask them for help.

"I'll give it a try," Xilun said casually.

If it were someone else asking, he wouldn't mind asking one more question to see if they could answer, but Harry...

Snape's feelings for Potter were different; he wouldn't easily get back even a piece of parchment, let alone a book.

After leaving the common room, Celen went downstairs to Snape's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Snape's voice from inside.

Xilun pushed open the door and went inside.

The office was chilly and dimly lit, with all sorts of bizarre magical potion ingredients hanging on the walls.

Snape was sitting behind a table of indeterminate color, waving his wand to place a glass jar, which could be described as a bucket, on the table.

Is that blood in the glass jar?

Xiren was a little unsure, but he saw a section of white bone sticking out from behind the table.

Nighttime, a gloomy underground classroom, collected unidentified liquid, bones scattered on the floor, and a professor wiping his hands.

Suddenly, Xilun didn't really want what he had anymore, and he didn't know if it was too late to run away.

"Your stuff is on the table." Snape raised an eyelid. "Get it now. That cheap junk, if it were me, I'd just throw it away."

Ignoring Snape's sarcastic remarks, Siren strode forward and took the bag.

Regardless of whether it's of poor quality or not, he paid for it, so it can't be wasted.

"Then, Professor, I'll be going back now." After saying that, Xilen prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute," Snape suddenly called out. "Go find Rupert Hagrid and tell him to come to me. You know who Rupert Hagrid is, right?"

"Of course, Professor, I know," Siren said, turning and walking toward the door.

But then he noticed something familiar behind the door: a wooden stick that was about four feet long.

The reason I say it's familiar is because I've seen it before, in the hands of a troll.

The image of the troll dragging its club was so impactful that Siron still remembers it vividly, so he was certain that it was the troll's weapon.

But after the troll fell, the wooden stick ended up in the hallway. How did it end up here...?

"What are you dawdling about!"

Before Siren could figure it out, Snape's impatient voice came from behind him.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'll go right away." Without further hesitation, Celen strode out of the office.