Everyone has a phase, our Snape is no exception.
If Sean mentioned the title of Half-Blood Prince to Snape now, he would probably be hung upside down in the Hogwarts Great Hall by our Head of House, no one's plea would help, not even Dumbledore.
So Sean did not plan to tell others about finding this old textbook, secretly keeping it for himself would suffice.
"Sean, do you know whose old textbook this is?"
Having known each other for over a year, Blaise saw Sean's expression and immediately guessed that his friend might know something about this old book.
Sean did not hide it from Blaise, he slightly nodded, said: "I roughly know whose book this is."
"Whose?" It must be said, Blaise was indeed somewhat curious about whose old textbook this was, especially curious about who would actually give themselves a title like Half-Blood Prince.
"If there's no mistake, this old book should be our Head's."
Blaise's smile froze on his face, he immediately stood up and moved away from this old book, as if it were some terrifying dark magic item, wishing to stay far away, not wanting to get close at all.
Seeing Blaise's reaction, Sean shook his head and laughed, said: "Blaise, this thing is just a book, what's so scary about it."
"Anyway, it has nothing to do with me, I haven't seen this book, nor do I know anything about some Half-Blood Prince, if you want to look at it, keep it yourself, it's none of my business."
Smiling, Sean casually put the old textbook into the bag, before he couldn't remember where this old textbook was, so be it, now stumbling upon it by chance, naturally there was no reason to let it go, inside this textbook, valuable were not only spells like Levicorpus and Sectumsempra that Snape himself created, but also those potion brewing processes that Snape himself improved, all very precious things, naturally no reason to pass up.
"Alright, the stuff is ready, let's go to the Room of Requirement, today we need to stay there for a while."
"I'll assist you, whatever I can do, just tell me."
At this time, it was actually already very late, to avoid being caught wandering at night, Sean cast the Disillusionment Charm to hide himself and Blaise, secretly heading to the Room of Requirement, this time Sean changed his request, his requirement for the Room of Requirement this time was 'a room where he could brew multiple potions simultaneously'.
Pushing open the Room of Requirement's door and walking in, Sean looked at the environment inside, couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.
At this moment, inside the Room of Requirement, the center was an arc-shaped table, on it were placed five cauldrons, beside each cauldron were many tools and racks for storing ingredients, allowing Sean to work to the fullest extent.
"Alright, the stuff and place are ready, let's start now."
"Which potion to brew first?"
"While we're still sharp, let's brew those more troublesome ones first."
"Alright, let's begin!"
Five potions, five cauldrons, Sean placed the ingredients for the five potions on the racks beside each cauldron, then used tools like knives to start processing the ingredients one by one.
Once the ingredients were processed, Blaise lit the fires, then, following Sean's instructions, added the ingredients one by one into the cauldrons, and Sean proceeded to brew.
The two worked hard, when tired, they drank a dose of Wit-Sharpening Potion, when exhausted, they rested briefly on the sofa nearby, as time passed, the finished potions they brewed came out one by one, but as the brewing continued, Sean's error rate gradually increased, even reaching a 40% rate of defective potions at one point.
This defect rate, if it were someone else, might be worth celebrating, but for Sean, it proved he was already extremely fatigued.
Drinking two doses of Wit-Sharpening Potion in a row, Sean rested briefly, then stood up again to start brewing potions, the next potions were relatively simple ones, not troublesome to brew, and since the quantity was large, all five cauldrons were brewing the same potion, assembly-line work, speed and accuracy both became very high.
Sean and Blaise worked through the night, although Andy was in his room, he didn't rest well either, tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep, if not for Sean instructing him to deal with the potion buyers tomorrow and stall until noon, Andy forced himself to sleep intermittently for two hours, he might have stayed awake all night.
Not knowing how long he lay there, when Andy heard the noisy sounds from the common room outside, he got up, changed clothes, freshened up, mustered his spirits, then left the common room, heading straight to the Great Hall.
The Great Hall, outside of meal times, was a place where anyone could come to rest or talk, it could be understood as Hogwarts' public common room where students from all four houses could rest and interact.
So Andy's transactions were usually held in the Great Hall, and as usual, he came here, waiting for those who had bought potions from him to arrive.
Instead of waiting for the people who had bought his potions, Andy waited for the one person he least wanted to see.
"Andy, there's still a chance to turn things around."
Looking up at the other person, Andy said expressionlessly: "Robbins, if you have no business, please don't appear in front of me, I don't want to see you again."
Robbins was a tall, thin boy, wearing glasses, his hair scattered loosely, giving off a somewhat gloomy air, he looked at Andy, said: "Andy, if you're willing to completely give up the Morgan family inheritance, then I can guarantee to immediately make up for the potions you owe, and in the future, you can live peacefully at Hogwarts, even after graduation, you can gain the right to manage a shop, live without worries, you know I'm quite envious of such a life, but unfortunately, I only come from a declining small family, not like your family with boundless prospects."
"Is this why you and Dorian plotted against me?"
His face stiffening slightly, Robbins forced an ugly smile, said: "Andy, don't talk about plotting, some things I have to consider for myself, I'm not you, even if I fail, I don't have a future path, I can't fail, so I have to think for myself, although I did wrong you a bit, I had no choice."
"Enough, from now on, we go our separate ways, strangers henceforth."
Robbins' face completely darkened, he looked at Andy, was silent for a while, then sneered: "Fine, then I'll see what consequences your stubbornness brings, I hope you don't regret it!"