Chapter 112 110. Felix Felicis
The next day at breakfast, Lynn distributed the candies he had prepared to them.
"You can share with your friends." When giving the candies to Hermione, Lynn specifically mentioned this, worried that the little girl might be embarrassed to give what he gave her to others.
Hermione took the bag of candies from Lynn's hand, looking very happy.
She didn't actually like candy, but she liked anything Lynn gave her.
"I'll share with Harry and the others. The method you taught me last time really worked. I treated them like six-year-olds, and they actually seemed quite sensible, even knowing to do their homework on their own initiative." "
That's quite sensible." "
It's just that the Quidditch match is about to start, and Harry is a bit nervous. He hasn't been eating well these past few days, just reading that Quidditch Origins book every day. If he were this diligent in learning spells, he wouldn't need to ask me about his homework anymore..."
Hermione chatted with Lynn enthusiastically for a while before letting him leave.
Back with Cedric and Ian, the two were discussing yesterday's Potions class.
"Professor Snape seems to have a problem with his leg; he was limping yesterday," Cedric recalled.
Ian nodded; they had also noticed something was wrong during their Potions class with Hufflepuff yesterday.
Lynn casually remarked,
"Maybe he twisted his leg while going up the stairs?"
"Professor Snape is a Potions Master; if he twisted it, how could it not be healed after a whole day?"
Cedric had Potions class in the morning, and Ian in the afternoon; they both noticed Snape's injured leg, clearly indicating he hadn't healed it by noon.
Lynn actually knew why Snape had injured his leg; Cedric and the others mentioning it actually reminded him, but he couldn't tell them the truth.
"Professor Snape asked me to help him process potion ingredients tonight. I reckon his leg will be healed by the time I get to his office."
They didn't discuss the matter further, since they couldn't really help even if something happened to the professor
. "Make sure you practice the spells I taught you this morning a lot, and try to learn them within three days," Lynn instructed.
He had taught Cedric and Ian the Impaling Charm that morning, but neither of them knew what Lynn wanted them to do with it; they just said they would find out later.
After class in the afternoon, Lynn went to Snape's office.
When he arrived, Snape was removing the bandages from his wound.
"Do you need my help, Professor?"
Snape glanced at him but didn't refuse.
"I was going to call Filch, but I didn't expect you to come so early. Since you're here, I won't bother him."
Lynn approached and realized that the injury to his leg was indeed quite severe. His calf looked like it had been torn apart by some canine, a bloody mess, quite frightening.
Lynn hesitated for a moment, then pulled a bottle of white powder from his robe pocket.
"When I was helping Professor Sprout, she gave me a bottle of White Essence, which I happen to have with me. Professor Sprout said it's very effective against external injuries. Would you like me to sprinkle some on you?"
He hadn't just happened to have it with him; he'd specifically brought it for Snape.
Always taking advantage of Snape, he didn't feel entitled to receive anything from him. While Lynn never considered himself a good person, he still had a conscience.
Now that Snape's leg was injured, he would naturally help if he could.
He called it a coincidence only to save face for Snape.
Lynn thought he was quite good at handling people.
Snape didn't speak. He took the bottle of White Essence from Lynn, opened the stopper, smelled it, and then expressionlessly handed it back to Lynn.
"Hmph, do you think this is just a common superficial injury? If it were, I could have healed it that day, instead of waiting until now."
The old arrogance resurfaced...
"So Professor, you don't need it?" Lynn pretended to put the bottle of white essence away.
"Just a little bit, better than nothing."
Tch, all talk and no action.
While Lynn was helping Snape chat and change his dressing, the man with the "no-wife face" suddenly looked towards the door with a grim expression.
"Potter!" he shouted angrily.
He quickly put down his robes to cover his injured leg.
Harry Potter stood at the door, somewhat flustered, looking at Professor Snape, and finally mustered up a lot of courage to say,
"I want to know if I can get my book back."
"Get out! Get out!"
Snape shouted angrily.
Harry ran off in a flash. Snape seemed so angry that he even forgot about the points deducted from Gryffindor.
"Damn it! He's just like his father back then! Like a monkey in a zoo, running around rudely!"
Snape cursed, but Lynn remained silent.
He'd better not ask too much about Snape's past, after all, it wasn't a pleasant memory for Snape.
After Lynn changed the bandages on Snape's wound and, as usual, prepared the materials he would need for class the next day, he was about to leave when Snape suddenly called him back.
He tossed Lynn a small vial of golden potion.
"This is some leftover from my recent concoction. It was just sitting there unused, and I won't use your White Essence for nothing, so this is for you."
Lynn hurriedly caught the vial.
The vial was small, only about half the size of his palm, containing a very small amount of golden liquid.
The gold was extremely bright, like the midday sun in summer; looking at it for too long could be dazzling.
Lynn's palms were slightly sweaty as he held the vial. He hesitated, looking at Snape, whose face remained indifferent.
"Professor, is this Felix Felicis?"
"What else could it be? Do you think I'd give you a vial of Madness Elixir?" Snape scoffed.
Lynn didn't care about his tone at all, thanking him with delighted surprise.
"Thank you, Professor. From now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to beat up Potter, I'll definitely beat him into a pig's head."
Snape twitched the corner of his mouth and waved his hand.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here."
"Alright, then I'll leave you to your work."
Lynn happily left Snape's office, feeling unusually good on his way back.
Something like the Felix Felicis (Luck Potion) was definitely not as Snape casually described it—just something he brewed too much of and gave away.
In the wizarding world, this potion is extremely rare and valuable. Hardly any potions master is willing to sell it because the brewing process is very complicated and takes a long time—more than half a year.
This time, he had only intended to show some care for a lonely old man without family, but he didn't expect such a big surprise.
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