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Chapter 126 Dumbledore: Carl can actually give gifts to others?

"By the way, Professor, does our college have any unique inherited knowledge?"

After seeing Carl put down his things, Snape didn't say anything and continued to refine the potion.

He wants to understand.

As long as I don't speak, this naughty kid can't trick me.

In the end, Karl saw that it would not be a problem to delay it like this, so he spoke first.

While speaking, I couldn’t help but sigh secretly in my heart!

After all, he has learned bad things!

I remember what a simple and honest Professor Snape was when we first met!

What now?

Carl felt that bad people must have sneaked into the pure team of Slytherin, and this led the professor to evil.

Let people go back and find out who is so bad!

"You mean the bloodline transformation technique?" After hearing Karl's question, Snape frowned and immediately realized what Karl was referring to.

"I don't know either. It's such a professor. As you know, my good friend Malfoy has been studying this knowledge recently and specially wrote to me to come and ask!"

Malfoy?

Still a close friend?

Snape almost laughed out of anger at this. If he hadn't known that Malfoy had been beaten several times by two masked villains during the final period, he would have taken it seriously.

"So, professor, does our college have such a thing?" Karl looked at the old bat expectantly.

The point of the problem is not that Snape believes in Carl's excuse, but that as long as Snape is willing to share this knowledge with him, the final conclusion must be Malfoy's request!

There is no room for error on this issue of class stance!

How could a little wizard like me, who is so innocent, kind, lively, cute, and helpful... (the three thousand words of praise are omitted below), study such evil knowledge as "bloodline transformation"?

"No, it's too dangerous for you." Snape replied coldly while operating the cauldron skillfully.

"Okay then..." Karl, who had expected this for a long time, nodded, and then suddenly looked at the table with a surprised look on his face.

"Ah, Professor, isn't this the bag I threw away last night? It contains thirty pints of Acromantula venom worth three thousand gold galleons, and twenty intact Acromantulas worth two thousand gold galleons. Corpse!"

"Did you pick it up for me?"

"Merlin, thank you so much. Professor, you are such a good person, so I will take it back!"

……

"Bang!" There was a loud noise. Snape had been refining it for three days, and he was about to explode a pot of high-quality potion that he had just finished refining.

Turning his head to look at the innocent-looking boy, the expression on the old bat's face twitched slightly.

He couldn't figure it out.

No!

How could there be such shameless people in this world?

Why don't you just take back what you sent without helping you?

As a "potions master" who is well-known throughout the wizarding world, Snape should not be short of money.

But that depends on the situation. If you are like the potions master Horace Slughorn, the former dean of Slytherin, who is keen on socializing, uses various means to increase his prestige, and rests on his laurels, then Nep must have disdained this mere five thousand gold galleons.

It's just five thousand times the total savings of the Weasley family.

But Snape is only in his early thirties now, when he is in the prime of life. He is not willing to let his potion skills stay at the current level, and often conducts some experiments.

The cost of materials required for these experiments is undoubtedly an astronomical figure.

"There are several books you want, left behind by Slytherin, the founder of the earliest academy."

After looking at the "generous gift" worth five thousand gold galleons, Snape hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to be a good dean who sticks to the bottom line like Sprout.

After speaking, Snape took out his wand and tapped it. The bookshelf in the corner immediately moved half a meter to the left, revealing a small locked cabinet embedded in the wall behind it.

The cabinet door opened, and more than a dozen parchment rolls flew out. Karl could feel a trace of magic fluctuations on the parchment rolls. It seemed that they were made from the skin of some kind of magical creature.

In the era of the four founders, there were no printed books.

"Copy in pairs!"

Under Carl's expectant gaze, Snape took out a few pieces of white paper and copied all the densely packed text and patterns on them.

"You can take the things away, but it is strictly prohibited to spread them outside. Also..." After pondering for a while, Snape did not forget to warn: "Remember to hand the things over to your best friend as soon as possible. You can't peek at them!"

"Don't worry, Professor, I'll hand it over right now, and I won't peek at it!" Seeing that he got what he wanted, Karl vowed.

"Goodbye, Professor!"

……

"Ugh!"

After Carl left, Snape sighed quietly.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to teach Carl this knowledge. After all, Voldemort's most famous method back then was the bloodline transformation technique.

In Snape's view, Carl's talent was much stronger than when Voldemort was in school.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall must not know about this!

If you really can't, you can only admit frankly that those materials are what Draco Malfoy wants to borrow.

Thinking of this, Snape suddenly thought that he should go to the Malfoy family manor to visit Malfoy during the holidays.

After all, he is his only godson, maybe one day...

"Francis, can I come in?" Just as he was thinking, Dumbledore's voice came from outside the office.

……

"I think what you told me before was right. That person is not dead, and he is back!" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said seriously to Snape.

Just after Christmas last semester, Snape realized that there was something wrong with Quirrell, and specifically reported it to Dumbledore.

It's just that Dumbledore pretended not to believe Snape for his own "savior training plan".

Now that the dust had settled, he felt the need to tell Snape about it.

In the future, he would also use Snape's position among the Death Eaters to obtain information.

"It's Quirrell, he's possessing behind Quirrell..."

Dumbledore gave a brief lecture on what happened at the end of the semester, hiding Carl's role in it, and then narrated it to Snape. After briefly discussing the countermeasures, he was about to leave when he accidentally saw something on the table. pocket.

"Francis, what is this? By the way, I just saw that kid Karl leaving your office."

"That..." Snape hesitated: "It's the material sent by Carl. As you know, many Acromantulas died in the Forbidden Forest last night."

"Carl gave it to you?" Dumbledore looked at Snape in disbelief: "Are you sure?"

"Merlin, I promised him to teach him the Fire Curse during the holidays, but he didn't give me even a candy!"

"what have you done?"