Chapter 256

Professor Snape was so diligent about sampling, and took such large quantities each time, that he must be using these Pokémon magical materials to preserve them in potions; as a master of potion-making, his financial situation was certainly excellent, so he must now be storing a vast amount of Pokémon magical materials.

Even if Professor Snape used these magical materials to experiment with new potions, they would certainly not be exhausted in the short term—there would inevitably be leftovers, only in varying amounts.

Thinking of this, Allen’s mind began to stir: if that was the case, couldn’t he go to Professor Snape and borrow some Pokémon magical materials?

Of course, this “borrowing” wasn’t normal borrowing—given his relationship with Professor Snape, that old bat would never pay him any attention; he’d have to steal them instead.

Besides, these magical materials were originally produced from his own body—taking them back was only natural. Allen quickly completed his mental justification and instantly felt righteous again.

But when it came to stealing—no, taking things—Allen suddenly realized he had somehow maxed out his skill points in this area.

First, his many Animagus forms could adapt to countless unexpected situations, since many magical defenses were designed to detect human wizards, but his smaller Animagus forms could slip past them easily.

Moreover, his Animagus forms had great advantages in concealment and escape—he was certain he could pull this off without getting caught.

Most importantly, he possessed his own exclusive secret skill: the Unlocking Charm. Theoretically, there was no magical lock in the world he couldn’t open.

So he began to act—he specifically went to Harry to borrow the Marauder’s Map. He’d never been particularly interested in it, since he always went out at night in his Animagus form, making the map largely useless to him.

But now, the Marauder’s Map’s advantage became clear.

He kept watching the small dot representing Professor Snape on the map; when he saw Snape leave his office and head toward the Headmaster’s office, he moved quickly.

He carried a small bag he had specially purchased, enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm, because while his clothing transformed with his Animagus form, his magical items did not—he had customized this bag specifically to carry things while in Animagus form.

He swiftly reached the vicinity of Snape’s office and glanced again at the Marauder’s Map—Snape’s dot and Dumbledore’s dot were side by side, clearly still talking inside the office.

Seeing this, Allen had no qualms—he noticed Snape’s window was open, quickly transformed into a bat, and flew swiftly inside.

Snape’s office was still thick with the heavy scent of potions; in the corner, a cauldron continued to simmer.

Allen stepped closer—the cauldron had no lid; the potion inside was unfamiliar to him, glowing bright yellow, with occasional arcs of electricity crackling within, giving Allen a strangely familiar feeling…

In the next moment, he understood—it must be Professor Snape’s new potion, containing hairs from Pikachu’s tail, the source of the electrical arcs.

Pokémon magical materials could be used this way? What effects did these potions have? Allen’s curiosity was piqued.

He wanted to know what kind of synergy could arise between Pokémon magical materials and this world’s potioncraft.

But he quickly snapped back to reality—he remembered why he was here. He began searching the office rapidly.

This cabinet contained finished potions…

This cabinet held ordinary materials…

This cabinet held ordinary magical materials…

He searched everywhere but still couldn’t find where the Pokémon magical materials were stored.

Finally, he found a suspicious chest, locked with a magical lock—but this posed no challenge to Allen; he opened it with practiced ease, and inside, neatly arranged, were various Pokémon magical materials.

The Pokémon magical materials were well preserved, carefully categorized into individual small bottles, showing the owner’s great care for them.

Even through the glass bottles, Allen could sense the power contained within.

Looking at these materials, memories of this period’s “sampling” by Professor Snape surged back into his mind…

That old bat Snape had already plucked so much magical material from him! Then don’t blame me for being uncivilized. Allen thought bitterly to himself.

Allen glanced again at the Marauder’s Map—he saw Snape’s dot had begun moving, heading straight for his office.

Allen knew his time was short—he began transferring the bottles from the chest into his small bag.

But as he reached for a bottle clearly containing Pikachu’s tail hairs, he hesitated—he looked toward the boiling cauldron in the corner.

He had to admit Snape’s research was deeply tempting; he genuinely hoped Snape’s work here would succeed, for it would give him a new way to utilize his own innate abilities.

Though it sounded strange to use parts of his own body in potions, Snape’s research was clearly beneficial to him.

So Allen ultimately decided to leave half of the Pikachu tail hairs behind—he felt the potion needed them.

He restored the chest to its original state, then swiftly transformed into a bat, biting the small bag in his mouth, and flew out the window…

Snape’s office fell silent once more.

Shortly after, the office door opened—Professor Snape entered without expression, walked straight to the simmering cauldron in the corner, and carefully observed the yellow potion inside.

His expression gradually softened; the usual cold mask melted, and a faint smile touched his lips—the state of the potion clearly pleased him.

He straightened up, walked to his desk, and sat back comfortably in the high-backed chair, pondering how to proceed with the next stage of the potion’s brewing…

His thoughts quickly reached a conclusion—he turned his gaze to the large chest in the room, and his face darkened instantly; a sense of dread rose within him…

He strode toward the chest; the more he examined it, the more grim his expression became. He pulled out his key to open it, but his hand trembled slightly, causing him to fumble the first attempt—he still managed to open it…

Inside lay an empty chest, with only a few yellow hairs left at the bottom…

(https://)

Please remember the original publishing domain of this book: . Mobile reading URL: