The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next day.

Walked into Snape's office.

The room was dark, with all kinds of strange materials placed on it.

A pungent smell hit me.

Snape sat at the desk in his office, with a crucible in front of him, and something was boiling in it, making a gurgling sound.

Seeing Argus come in, he didn't signal him to sit down.

"Do you know how to deal with the snake skin of the African tree snake?"

"I know, professor."

Argus briefly recounted the treatment method he learned from the potion book.

"Just barely acceptable." Snape gave his evaluation.

For a professor who has never praised his students, this evaluation is already very good.

Argus ignored the other party's sarcasm and went straight to the medicine cabinet next to him.

"At the bottom, in the third cabinet!"

"Okay, professor!"

Argus came to the medicine cabinet and found that there was no defensive magic here. The materials were neatly classified and placed in a certain order.

On second thought, if this place was really heavily guarded, Hermione in the original book would not have been able to steal the materials for the Polyjuice Potion in his office.

Taking out the snake skin, Argus began to process it according to the steps he learned from the book.

Just after getting two, Snape's mocking voice rang in his ears.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please take care of your poor dean's wallet a little. Not everyone is like you, who can open dozens of stores in Diagon Alley at once."

"According to your processing method, the entire snake skin can be used for less than half!"

Argus's mentality was very good. He did not refute and humbly asked Snape for advice.

"I'm sorry, Professor. This is the first time I've handled this kind of material myself."

"If there are any deficiencies, please give me some advice."

Snape returned to his seat, seemingly unaccustomed to Argus's gentle attitude.

"Start from the snake's tail, cut a small opening, discard that part, and the rest can be taken out intact."

"Thank you for your advice, Professor."

Argus thought for a few seconds, carefully examined the snake skin in his hand, and after a while, he started to process it again according to Snape's method.

After doing two, Snape's voice came again.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I thought only giants' fingers would be so clumsy."

"Be gentle! You don't need to use a lot of strength to handle snake skins like a giant swinging a stick!"

"Okay, professor!"

"Mr. Grindelwald, compared to handling snake skins, I think slugs are more suitable for you, because you are also brainless!"

"These snake skins have been processed, there is no need to wash them again!"

"Okay professor!"

"Mr. Grindelwald..."

After an afternoon, Argus couldn't count how many times he was scolded by Snape.

Finally understood why the Ravenclaw lady was scolded and cried!

Apart from anything else, Snape is really good at insulting people.

There was no repetition in the whole afternoon!

But Argus was not angry.

He could hear that although Snape's scolding was unpleasant, every word hit the point.

In other words, he was using his own way to instruct students who handle potions.

Many things in it are not in the books, and are summarized by him.

Compared with the standard answers in the books, sometimes they are more perfect!

Once you can accept his sharp tongue, he will immediately become a top potion master.

As time goes by, Snape speaks less and less.

Argus's learning speed is far beyond his imagination.

In just one afternoon, the other party's method of handling snake skins has already shown some shadows of professional potion masters.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Snape's eyes.

Many of his suggestions for handling require not only talent, but also patience.

And these are exactly what most wizards lack.

In the past, he had also discovered many talented young wizards, but without exception, most of these people could not stand the boring potion handling procedures.

At most, they would stay for less than a week, either finding an excuse to escape, or never come again after the confinement.

But Argus not only had no complaints for an afternoon, but was even able to do all his requirements.

This made him feel that he loved talents.

Time passed little by little, and the light of torches lit up outside the office.

The processing of medicinal materials also came to an end.

Agus stood up and pounded his slightly sore waist.

Under Snape's guidance, Snake

It is not difficult to clean the slough, but the process is a bit boring and requires careful observation.

It just takes a lot of energy.

After packing the processed snake slough, Argus handed it to Snape, waiting for his evaluation.

But the other party's attention was obviously not on him, and he was concentrating on the potion in the crucible in front of him.

After a long time, Snape saw Argus next to him and glanced at him.

Give your own evaluation.

"It's still usable."

"Remember to come early tomorrow."

"Understood, Professor!"

Argus was about to leave, and his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of Snape's desk.

A lily was about to bloom.

The pure white breath was incompatible with the style of the whole room.

"Mr. Grindelwald, if you don't want your eyes, I don't mind helping you dig them out!"

Snape's cold voice sounded.

"Get out!"

Obviously, Argus's gaze annoyed him.

Argus realized it only after being kicked out of the office.

It seemed that he had spent too much time processing the herbs.

So long that he had missed dinner and it was curfew time.

But for Argus, curfew or not was not important.

Anyway, Filch would not catch him, and among the other deans, nothing serious would happen as long as he did not run into Professor McGonagall.

He went all the way to the Hogwarts kitchen and enjoyed a beautiful dinner.

Considering that Snape had taught him a lot of good things, Argus also thoughtfully asked the house elf to deliver a portion to Snape.

Then he went back to the dormitory and had a good sleep.

He slept comfortably, but Dumbledore was different!

The dozens of stores opened by Argus in Diagon Alley were simply cutting the meat of several pure-blood families!

In just one day, their turnover dropped by one-third!

This was when the other party's store was not famous!

After a while, when the British wizards know about these shops, it would be a good thing if they can keep half of their sales!

Taking money from others is like killing their parents!

They were driven to a corner and decided to teach them a lesson.

In just one night, Dumbledore dealt with more than a dozen people who came to cause trouble secretly!

The poor centenarian almost didn't sleep all night.

It's not that he didn't want to negotiate with the other party, but how to negotiate such a thing?

Everyone, please give me some face?

They are not stupid. A deal worth tens of thousands of gold galleons, can you, Dumbledore, give up with just one word?

In desperation, Dumbledore could only decide to hold on for a while.

As for other things, when the other party calms down, he will naturally send someone to negotiate.