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"Great euphoria, Professor."

Amber glanced at Snape slightly unexpectedly, and replied subconsciously:

"The duration will be shortened, but the effect is greatly enhanced. It is suitable for certain spell releases that require joyful emotions."

"I don't seem to ask you about the scope of application, Slytherin deducts one point."

Hearing this sentence, Amber laughed instead of anger.

He looked at Snape's expression with a little scrutiny, and the more he looked, the more wanton the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He wasn't used to Snape, his feud with the Potters was their business, not Amber's.

Now that Snape was going to take his anger out, Amber would fight back.

"Speaking of potent euphoria, I have a question, Professor."

Amber said, standing up slowly, staring into Snape's dull eyes without fear.

"The Advanced Potions Review states that the balas pods should be extracted with the urine of Cameroma and not used until the extract turns turquoise."

"But I read from an elder's handwritten note that if the balas pods are boiled with the saliva of the Camaro young horse, the extract will be better. What do you think, professor?"

Hearing the familiar prescription, Snape's pupils shuddered. The figure subconsciously took a step back.

He was too familiar with this method of handling. Among the students of that year, he was not the only one who was a genius of potions.

There is also an irreplaceable existence in his life, and he also revised a lot of prescriptions when he was a student!

Lily Evans!

This method of treatment in Amber's mouth is exactly the improvement method originally created by Lily back then.

Seeing the uncontrollable horrified look on Snape's face, Amber gave up.

He wanted to give Snape a slap in the face and make her look at her as a freshman.

But this doesn't mean that he wants to form a deadly feud with the dean.

"Professor, can we go to class now?"

"Mr. Cadmus, it doesn't seem like you need to remind me."

Glancing hard at Amber, Snape walked to the podium and started today's lesson.

But that alone is enough to make everyone look at him.

Snape has always been mean to students, even in the face of Slytherin's students in his own house, he never made excuses.

However, although the tone of voice just now was still bitter and fierce, everyone could see Snape's panic and evasion.

This is the first time since Snape has taught.

With the bell of the end of the get out of class, a potions class had a near miss.

While Harry was fortunate to have been spared Snape's embarrassment, the exchange of words between Amber and Snape in the classroom also spread throughout Hogwarts in a very short period of time.

"My God, who is Cadmus? Snape's bastard?"

"No, no, I heard that Snape owes the Cadmus family a lot of money."

"The old bat is actually shriveled. Who of you can believe this is true?"

"Everyone saw, I swear by my grandma's vegetable soup, Snape was absolutely terrified"

Various rumors spread throughout Hogwarts in a short time. Even in the next few potions classes that day, Snape could clearly feel the exploratory glances from the students. (Ask for a flower evaluation ticket)

However, Snape rarely reacted to this rumor, and even Snape, who had always been known for his rigor in the remaining few potions classes today, made many low-level mistakes in class.

This makes the rumors circulating in Hogwarts more and more outrageous.

At this time, the two parties involved in this matter were sitting opposite each other in Snape's office.

"Get out!"

Watching Amber unobtrusively conjure up a sofa and sit leisurely in his office, Snape once again felt that his inner anger could not be suppressed.

"Professor, there is no need to be so arrogant. You and I both know where our contradictions lie."

With that said, Amber took out a lambskin-covered manuscript from the schoolbag. It seemed that this manuscript was very old, and even the parchment used in it was slightly yellowed.

When the Codex was placed on the desk, there was nothing but it in Snape's eyes.

In the beautiful moments that only survived in memory, Snape had seen more than once, the girl holding the same notebook, smiling brightly under the willow tree by the Black Lake.

"How could you... yes, your mother has always been close to her."

Snape was about to open his mouth to question, but the next second he remembered the family background of the student in front of him.

"What do you want to do? If you're just bored here to show off, then you've made it."

"No no no, Professor Snape, how could you think like that."

Unexpectedly, Amber shook his head slowly, stretched out his hand, took the handbook back, and put it into his backpack again.

Instead, he took out a copy of "The Story of the Poet Bedou".

Seeing the book, Snape calmed down a bit.

"Mr. Cadmus, I thought that with your IQ, you should at least get out of the troll.

But if you're still carrying around with these three-year-old fairy tales, then I doubt you'll be able to keep up with the Hogwarts lessons. "

Ignoring Snape's vicious tongue, Amber pushed the fairy tale book towards Snape.

"Professor, you and I both know that there is no contradiction between us."

"Our previous conflict was rooted in the conflicts of your previous generation and the principal's attention to me, but these are not problems that cannot be solved."

Noticing that Snape's face gradually calmed down, Amber breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"I hope to reach a consensus with the professor. I am not interested in your love-hate entanglement with the Potter family, but I hope that you can also give me some freedom."

"For example, the night patrol that originally belonged to the prefect, and blocking the principal's meticulous care."

"Of course, as a sign of good faith, I brought this to the professor."

After seeing the increasingly impatient look on Snape's face. Amber opened the fairy tale book in front of Snape.

On the page of the story of the three brothers, there is a personal photo.

"Hi! Severus, long time no see."

"Lily..."

Snape burst into tears as he looked at the passionate woman in the photo, waving hello to him.

"This photo was sent to you by Aunt Lily when she stayed at our house and asked my father to pass it on to you, but—you know what happened later."

With that said, Amber stood up and straightened the wrinkles on his clothes.

"It can be regarded as returning to the original owner now. Although this matter has nothing to do with me."

Speaking of which, Amber sighed helplessly, looking at Snape who was all caught up in the photo.

Once you step on some roads, you can only dedicate everything you can to burn until you reach the top.

Snape didn't have a choice, and neither did he.

"Professor, the past can only be cherished, but the future can be expected."

With that said, Amber pushed the book of stories about Bedouin the poet towards Snape's eyes.

"Besides reminiscing about the past, I hope that the professor can read this book carefully and think about a problem."

"What is a miracle?"

After speaking, ignore sitting there at this time. Facing Snape, who was in pain and repentance in the photo, Amber bowed slightly and exited the Potions Office.

Snape was left alone in the office to reminisce about the photos.

After a long time, Snape wiped his face hard, as if to wipe away all the emotions that came out.

Then inadvertently, he looked beyond the photo and saw the open book.

The page between the photo is the story of the second child and the resurrection stone in the story of the three brothers.

Looking at this children's book in a daze, Snape seemed to have a feeling, took the attitude of reading the potion literature, and read the fairy tale word by word.

Finally, at the end of the story, a message written in pencil, like a child's doodle, broke Snape's mind.

"What is a miracle?"

"Resurrection from the dead is a miracle."

Walking out of the office, Amber took a deep breath.

This was a dangerous move. If Snape could resolutely let go of his obsessions and focus on dealing with himself because of his aggressive actions, then his future actions would be very difficult.

However, if Snape accepted his goodwill, he would have the head of the house behind him. Amber can quickly skip the accumulation phase and proceed directly to the next step.

Now, let's see what choice this dean will make.

After returning to the lounge, Amber rarely went back to his dormitory to continue his research. Instead, he sat on the sofa beside the fireplace, watching the blazing flames, and shuddered.

"cousin."

After an unknown amount of time, Draco's cry woke Amber out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong? Draco?"

Looking at the curious and excited expression on Drake's face, Amber had a vague guess.

"That's right, I went to the godfather just now—that's Professor Snape, and he asked me to turn this over to you."

With that said, Draco handed over a folded piece of parchment.

"How did you do it, cousin? The school hasn't approved this request for fifty years. Even Edmund's previous application has not been approved."

"Who knows, maybe I'm handsome."

After brushing Draco's short platinum blonde hair casually, Amber opened the parchment in his hand.

A short message on the parchment made Amber smile heartily.

"Approve Amber Cadmus, as Slytherin First-Year Prefect, to exercise night watch rights.

—Severus Snape"*