Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

After the professors left, Sakho sat down next to Rachel, put his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her forehead.

"We've always been together. Snape had some kind of illness, probably something wrong with his mind. He's always been a bit mentally unstable, maybe he has some twisted tendencies?"

"Who says otherwise?" Rachel nodded somewhat sullenly, but her face turned red the next second.

"What time is it? Why aren't you behaving yourself?"

She tugged at the hem of her tank top and slapped Sako's restless hand away.

"I just want to know if your heart is pounding. If it is, Snape deserves to die ten times over."

"Wait for me to come back here?"

"You wish." Rachel punched Sako's chest, then hugged her robe to her chest. "Don't let this happen again. Who says you can just... meet someone and then..."

"Then I'll wait for you for another week."

A brief, light kiss soothed Rachel's unease, leaving her with only sweet, romantic thoughts.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A round table appeared in an empty room not far from the Hufflepuff common room. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sprout, and Snape were all sitting at the table. Professor Flitwick also appeared when Sark came in, but he was complaining to Snape at that moment.

"Snape, you really need to teach your Slytherin students a lesson! Don't think I don't know what those little rascals are up to in school, bullying students from other houses, even resorting to dirty tricks in Quidditch. Now look what's happened!"

"I've never seen anyone in their entire life cast a powerful sticky spell in a troll's sludge swamp, along with a whole bunch of spells that make these things stick to your body and impossible to wash off!"

"While the student who did this was quite creative, you can only laugh this time! He didn't replace the super-strong sticky charm with a permanent sticky charm, otherwise, unless you skinned them alive, this disgusting thing would stay with them for life!"

"This is all your fault! And those students of yours! You're all just stirring up trouble! You deserve a good lesson!"

"If there's a next time, I'll lock you in the common room and make you clean it up yourself, instead of making me hold my nose and clean up this disgusting mess!"

Like Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick was also one of Snape's teachers. Even if he scolded Snape mercilessly, Snape didn't dare to utter a sound, because if it really came down to a fight, he might not be a match for Flitwick.

Of the professors present, Snape was the lowest in seniority, at the bottom of the food chain.

The door wasn't closed, but Sarkho knocked before entering. He came in after Dumbledore nodded and closed the door behind him.

"Greetings, professors." Sakho walked to the round table and greeted them.

"Please have a seat."

Dumbledore pointed to the seat opposite him, where Sarco sat between Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall.

"Now that I'm the only student left, Snape, what are you embarrassed about? Where's your apology?"

As soon as he sat down, Sakho began without any politeness: "Because of suspicion, you made baseless accusations without any evidence and violently broke into my dormitory. Perhaps I wouldn't even need to spend tens of thousands of Galleons to get the Ministry of Magic to send you a notice of suspension. What you're doing now, is it anything a teacher would do to a student?"

"I warned you not to take your anger out on my kind and lovely classmate, but what childish tricks do you think I would use to deal with you?"

"All I want is for you to get out of Hogwarts so you'll never have the chance to do these disgusting things again."

"Ahem~" Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Sarco, you mean...you were planning to have the Ministry of Magic...put pressure on Professor Snape?"

"Why not? He's a professor, so he can bully students without any scruples, whether it's breaking into a dormitory to frame someone, or arbitrarily deducting points in class based on his mood, or using the most vicious words to ridicule a student."

"Professor Dumbledore, why don't you listen to what the other professors here say to their students: 'Some mentally challenged fellows'?"

"But Snape has said that more than once, hasn't he?"

"Since you've done this, don't blame me for using the same methods against you."

"There are plenty of Potions Masters in the world who are better than you. I don't mind spending some money to hire a real Potions Master who is better than you and knows how to teach students better to work at Hogwarts."

"Would you be willing to do this, Professor Dumbledore?"

Sarkor's gaze fell on Dumbledore. "I am willing to offer one million Galleons to recruit a top Potions Master from around the world to teach the students."

"I can pay in cash."

Sakho grabbed his backpack, dumped it down, and tons of Galleons poured out. "There are at least 500,000 here."

Even Dumbledore, who wasn't interested in money, and the other professors, who weren't particularly interested in money either, were somewhat taken aback when they saw the gold covering the ground, which was already above their thighs.

What kind of student did I recruit?

If the Ministry of Magic didn't have a price tag, this guy would probably just buy it outright for a fixed price.

"If Galleons are worthless, then what about top-quality potions of perfect quality?"

Sako pulled a large glass jar from his pouch, filled with a dazzling, golden potion.

"A ten-liter bottle of Felix Felicis, enough for every student at Hogwarts to take a sip and still have some left over, is it worth the remaining 500,000?"

This aggressive attitude made Dumbledore hesitate, unsure of how to continue.

"Hufflepuff is a kind, loving, and united house, but that doesn't mean we're a house that can be bullied. If you push us too far... believe me, I'll bury you in money!"

Sarco looked at Snape coldly and said, "Snakes are just snacks for honey badgers. No matter how venomous the snake, it's just a piece of meat that gets eaten clean."

"Ahem..." Dumbledore cleared his throat again. "Professor Snape acted somewhat blindly and impulsively in this matter."

Dumbledore set the tone first, and in his mind, he had already ruled out Sarco as a suspect in breaking into Snape's office and stealing those valuable materials.

This guy has so much money he can't even spend it all. He can throw out 500,000 in cash without batting an eye. Now he roughly understands why the Sacco family is so rich and spends money without batting an eye. A family of sorcerers who are born potion masters and have extraordinary talent for potions can easily become richer than a country.

With this level of economic means, why would they even care about Snape's medicine? Snape couldn't even afford such a large bottle of Felix Felicis. They don't lack any potions at all. They can trade top-quality finished potions for medicine, and people would rush to deliver three for one.

Sometimes, economic strength can prove a lot.

For someone capable of killing someone with Galleons, there's no need for any fancy maneuvers. If Fudge were to throw tens or hundreds of thousands of Galleons at the Ministry of Magic, he would be red-eyed and jumping up and down, having people keep an eye on Snape around the clock to cause him trouble, even bringing up old grudges, not stopping until he's thrown into Azkaban.

The phrase "Magic is might" is inscribed on the sculpture in the Golden Hall, but behind that line is another phrase: "Gallon is might." Money truly can buy anything.

"Now, apologize."

Sarco looked at Snape's face, which was as gloomy as could be.

"Otherwise, Azkaban is waiting for you, Death Eater."