A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron entered the office, closing the door behind him. He looked at Snape somewhat nervously. "Professor, what brings you here?"

"Sit down, sit down." Snape pressed Aaron into a chair and poured him a drink in a very familiar manner. "Thirsty? Have some butterbeer."

This is highly praised by young wizards; you'll like it.

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed hard, looked at the pale yellow drink in front of him, and gave an awkward but polite smile, showing no intention of drinking it.

Something was definitely amiss. He dared to gamble with Abe's food for the next month. Snape had never been this kind to anyone before.

Who knows if Snape put some kind of magic potion in this drink? He's still in the development stage, and will remain in this stage for a long time, so we can't afford to take any risks.

"Professor, my mother has warned me more than once that children should not drink alcohol, no matter how low the alcohol content is."

I can't disobey my mother, or she'll be sad.

So, I won't drink this beverage.

Snape paused, gave him a strange look, and then took out another box filled with all sorts of snacks.

"Tch! Is that all?" Aaron sneered inwardly. Although he didn't know what Snape's purpose was, wasn't he being too dismissive of him? Which student couldn't withstand such a test?

However, just as Aaron was dismissing it, Abe in his arms became restless, his long eyes fixed on the snack box and refusing to look away.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed lightly and placed a hand on its head.

Can you control yourself a little? Don't drool over me.

"Professor, what do you mean by this?"

“Don’t wizards your age all like these things?” Snape said.

"That was a wizard from an ordinary family. I've eaten all sorts of delicacies in my life."

Honestly, money is way more appealing to me than any of these things.

Snape suddenly realized what was going on. He rummaged under his desk for a while and pulled out a large box, which was filled with Galleons.

The glint of money flashed before Aaron's eyes, but he remained completely unmoved, his lips twitching slightly.

Are you kidding me? If you insult the Weasleys with money, they'll be begging to insult them even more.

But he was Gaius, and his family had never lacked money.

Snape's actions were a blatant insult; who did he think he was?

However, Aaron was also certain that Snape probably had no ulterior motives towards him, otherwise he wouldn't have resorted to such a low-level tactic.

But if someone is being overly solicitous, they must have ulterior motives or a criminal intent; he definitely has his own purpose.

“This is the cash I have on hand. All my other assets are stored in Gringotts!” Seeing that Aaron was unmoved, Snape hurriedly revealed his wealth. “I am a Potions Master, after all. Although I don’t care much about money, I have saved up quite a bit over the years. The amount will definitely not disappoint you. It’s at least dozens of times more than what’s in the box.”

“Wait, stop.” Aaron immediately waved his hand, looking at Snape meaningfully. “Professor, you should at least tell me what you want from me, otherwise I’ll feel a bit confused.”

Besides, Professor, you've never bribed anyone in your life, have you?

They can't even manage to cater to his tastes; they're so honest, it really makes me, their student, ashamed!

Snape was silent for a long time before hesitantly saying, "I heard from Hagrid that you have a potion that can bring people back to life."

Aaron: ......

Grass!

Hagrid, did I dig up your giants' ancestral graves?

Why do you always have to make things difficult for me?

“Professor Snape,” Aaron’s expression turned serious, “who else besides you knows about this?”

"You really have a potion that can bring the dead back to life?" Snape stood up excitedly, staring intently at Aaron.

"Don't get excited, Professor. That thing isn't as useful as you think," Aaron explained.

How could I not be excited?

"Aaron, give me the potion, and I'll give anything to get it."

"Hmm? It seems you have someone very important to you who has passed away!"

Snape didn't speak, he just nodded slightly.

"So that potion is useless to you; it can only revive people who died within an hour," Aaron said regretfully.

"Are you serious?"

"certainly.

Aside from emergency use, who would carry something so precious around?

The glint in Snape's eyes vanished almost instantly. He slowly sat down in the chair, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart, utterly dejected.

After a long while, he slowly extended his right hand. "Take out the potion and let me see it."

"That's not appropriate!" Aaron chuckled awkwardly. "That's my family heirloom. What if you take it?"

"Don't worry about that, I still have the integrity of a teacher."

I would never steal from students.

Furthermore, even if that potion is truly as you say, though extremely valuable, it would still be useless to me.

"Who knows!" Aaron shrugged, refusing to take the item out.

The resurrection potion was his second life; who would so easily hand over their second life to someone else?

Even last night, he only took the bottle out, but it was always in his hand, and he could put it into the system space every second. No one could take it away from him.

But it's hard to say what will happen if Snape suddenly abandons his 'integrity'.

Compared to a potion that can revive any life, morality is nothing, not to mention that Snape is a master of potions, so how could such a potion not be attractive to him?

Snape seemed to sense Aaron's concerns and said calmly, "To have so many thoughts at such a young age, Aaron Gaius, it's really admirable that you're so vigilant."

"Oh! Not at all," Aaron said embarrassedly. "Compared to what you just did, Professor, this was just basic stuff."

"Fine! Whether you show it to me or not is your choice, but..."

I need to remind you that I'm not the only one who knows about this.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he was no longer as calm as before. "How many people know?"

Snape smiled without saying a word. So you get anxious sometimes, huh?

Aaron gritted his teeth in anger, "Fine, I'll let you see!"

“A wise decision,” Snape said smugly. “I’ll just take a look, and I’ll give it to you right away. I also guarantee the news won’t get out.”

“That would be best, otherwise…” Aaron glanced helplessly at Abe, “otherwise I’ll have to feed the pets too.”

"Are you crazy? This is such a waste!" Snape exclaimed in surprise, but a second later he understood something and nodded. "If everyone really knows, this might be the best thing to do."

Otherwise, you will definitely become the target of everyone's criticism, and countless troubles will come your way.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime!"

However, I have a second method, which is to lock the potion in the treasure vault at home.

The wizarding world wouldn't offend a powerful family for a potion, because while it may seem rare, it's actually useless to most people. Aaron said, taking out the emerald green bottle and carefully placing it on Snape's desk.

Snape picked up the potion, opened the bottle, and a powerful life force gushed out, making him feel refreshed and relaxed, as if he were lying on the lawn basking in the sun.

But as soon as the bottle cap was put back on, that feeling vanished instantly.

Snape shook his head with some regret. "You really didn't lie to me. This thing contains incredibly powerful life force, capable of snatching a recently deceased life back from the clutches of death."

However, it's useless for people who have been dead for a long time; no matter how strong their vitality, it can't bring them back to life, at most it can prevent their bodies from decaying.

“That’s right.” Aaron nodded and put the bottle away again. “But these alone can be considered priceless.”

Moreover, according to my research, this potion is not limited to being used as a single resurrection potion.

People suffering from illness can use it to cure their ailments or prolong their lives; those without illness or disease can use it to extend their lifespan; and more importantly, those who are seriously injured or even on the verge of death can use it to recover to their prime.

Unfortunately, there happened to be someone at Hogwarts who needed this item.

As Aaron finished speaking, Snape's pupils widened slightly. "What do you know?"

"What do I know?" Aaron asked, feigning suspicion. "Didn't Hagrid tell you that people in the Forbidden Forest are drinking unicorn blood to prolong their lives?"

Seriously, Hogwarts has really bad security; how could they let a monster like that in?

Chapter 70 The Old Man's Heart is Dirty

Aaron could clearly sense Snape's relief and became even more certain that Snape knew Voldemort might be at Hogwarts and that he might be plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

But he was also certain that Snape could not possibly be Voldemort's accomplice, otherwise his resurrection potion would not have been able to be saved, because a Dark Lord in his prime would definitely have been able to take Snape away from Hogwarts unscathed.

"Professor, can you tell me now who else knows about this?"

Snape took a deep breath and smiled at Aaron. "Don't worry too much. Not many people know. Besides the people from last night, there are only two others."

"That's good, it won't be too troublesome to handle." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the other person in the know wasn't Professor Quirrell, his safety was still guaranteed.

But it couldn't possibly be Quirrell. Voldemort took two spells with Quirrell's body last night. Even if he didn't care about the injury, he still had to take care of the barely surviving Voldemort.

It's estimated that aside from teaching, he will try to minimize his public appearances and stay in the office.

“But the other insider isn’t as easy to talk to as I am,” Snape said with a meaningful smile, pouring a bucket of cold water on Aaron’s heart. “You’ll have to come with me to the headmaster’s office; our headmaster is waiting for you there.”

"Headmaster? Albus Dumbledore?" Aaron asked in surprise, "He knows too?"

"What do you think?

You know Hagrid, right?

Although I'm not a fan of his, he must have some unique qualities to have managed to stay at Hogwarts for so many years.

But he was too loyal to Dumbledore; he had almost no secrets from him. After leaving the Forbidden Forest last night, he went straight to the Headmaster's office.

“Absolutely beautiful!” Aaron’s face showed a hint of bitterness, as if he were about to cry. “No one at Hogwarts is more difficult to deal with than Dumbledore. He’s such a nuisance.”

"You seem to know him quite well?" Snape asked curiously. "I had no idea you had any connection with him."

"Don't misunderstand, Professor."