Chapter 133: Shock! Snape and Quirrell Turn Out to Be... (Patreon)

Elavin could tell that Dumbledore was genuinely looking out for him.

Such sincerity made him reluctant to criticise the old man's poor performance tonight any further.

"Professor, I've already considered everything you've mentioned. I'm safe at Hogwarts, and I have no family or friends outside who could be threatened."

"Even if someone really came knocking during the holidays, I wouldn't be afraid."

"Could that bunch of losers possibly be more troublesome than Voldemort?"

Dumbledore fell silent.

So you're just untouchable, are you??

He had originally intended to warn Elavin not to be too flashy.

Owning a priceless treasure paints a target on your back, and becoming the eye of the storm in the wizarding world at such a young age wasn't a good thing.

But after hearing Elavin's response, he suddenly realised that, with Elavin's current strength, he really didn't have much to worry about.

"However, there are quite a few Potion Masters in the wizarding world."

"If they take your Life Potion back for in-depth research, your monopoly will eventually be broken."

"Absolutely impossible!"

Elavin narrowed his eyes, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"More than 70% of the ingredients used in the Life Potion are herbs magically ripened through my Plant Magic."

"The properties of those herbs are different from the ones sold on the market."

"So even if those Potion Masters eventually figure out the ingredients used in the Life Potion, they still won't be able to reproduce it."

"Because they can't obtain my enhanced herbs!"

So that's how it’s?!

No wonder you're so confident...

Dumbledore inhaled sharply.

He hadn't expected Elavin to have another trump card up his sleeve.

"Sigh..."

"I suppose I really am getting old."

"How are young wizards these days so shrewd?"

"You're not old. You just don't know enough about capitalism."

With that, the two ended their long conversation, left the room, and stepped back into the fourth-floor corridor.

Then they went their separate ways.

One headed for the headmaster’s office on the eighth floor.

The other headed toward the Hufflepuff dormitory in the dungeons.

There had been too much to process tonight.

Both of them needed some time to digest everything.

…

Over the next few days, Hogwarts grew peaceful once again.

But even in such quiet times, interesting topics would occasionally surface.

Among them, the one discussed most often was Quirrell.

"Did you see? Professor Quirrell finally took off that purple turban!"

"I did! I honestly thought there was a second face underneath it, but it turns out he's just bald. What a letdown!"

"Why do you think he suddenly took it off?"

"Maybe spring's here, and he wanted to let his head breathe.”

“Why make such a fuss?”

“Besides, I heard from some older students that he never used to wear a turban in the first place!"

"I also noticed that Professor Quirrell doesn't smell like garlic anymore."

"Maybe he fell for some girl and finally decided to get rid of the smell..."

"I'm telling you, when I went to Professor Quirrell's office to hand in my homework the other day, I saw him talking to a poop-shaped toy. And while he was talking, he had a really creepy smile on his face..."

"W-Whoa... Seriously?!"

"Of course! Why would I lie?"

"Do you think Professor Snape bullied him so badly that he lost his mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"I remember that for a while, Professor Snape kept dragging Professor Quirrell into the corners of the corridors, pinning him against the wall, and talking inches from his face with an incredibly fierce expression."

"W-Whoa... Pinning him against the wall... talking inches from his face?! Are they... you know... that kind of relationship?"

"What kind of relationship?"

"Uh... that's adult stuff. You young wizards shouldn't know too much about it."

At some point, a rumour began spreading throughout Hogwarts.

Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell were dating, and Snape had even given Quirrell a poop-shaped toy as a token of their love!

Anyone could tell the rumour was completely ridiculous and absurd, yet for some reason, more and more young wizards started believing it.

The first professor to hear the rumour was Flitwick.

This was how it happened:

Professor Flitwick was in the middle of class.

A few Ravenclaw girls were enthusiastically discussing who was the top between Snape and Quirrell, their faces full of lovestruck excitement.

Flitwick noticed they weren't paying attention, so he asked them to stand up and share whatever was making them so happy with the entire class.

The girls were completely asking for trouble.

Trying to suppress their laughter while blushing furiously, they actually recounted the entire discussion.

By the time they finished telling their self-imagined story about the domineering, dark, brooding, bat-like Potion Master paired with the frail, kind-hearted, clueless bunny-like Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, the entire classroom burst into laughter.

Every student bent over their desks, laughing uncontrollably.

Even Professor Flitwick laughed so hard that he tumbled off the stack of books he used as a booster seat.

Fortunately, he quickly realised how serious the situation was.

Immediately putting on a stern expression, he harshly criticised the girls, deducted ten points from each of them for spreading rumours and disrespecting their professors, and warned them never to spread such nonsense again.

Unfortunately, that didn't stop the rumour.

Instead, it spread throughout almost the entire student body before the end of the day.

For quite some time afterward, whenever Hogwarts students looked at Snape and Quirrell, their eyes carried a mixture of amused curiosity and playful teasing.

Time quietly slipped into March.

The Scottish Highlands entered a season bursting with life.

The daily feasts at Hogwarts began featuring far more vegetables.

Not boiled potatoes, roasted potatoes, or mashed potatoes, but leafy greens and fresh fruits instead.

Even young wizards, like most ordinary children, weren't particularly fond of vegetables.

Fortunately, most Hufflepuffs weren't picky eaters.

Elavin sat at the Hufflepuff table, leisurely eating his beef and broccoli stir-fry while listening to the conversation of a few older girls seated nearby.

"Look! Professor Snape is keeping a straight face and pretending not to look at Professor Quirrell. He's giving off such abstinent vibes!"

"And every now and then, Professor Quirrell turns toward him with a faint smile. It's so gentle!"

"Oh my god... I'm living for this!"

It turned out there was simply no reasoning with shippers.

Even when the people involved did absolutely nothing, they could still let their imaginations run wild, painting an entire erotic fantasy in their minds.

"Peak British behavior."

Elavin muttered under his breath, withdrew his gaze from Quirrell, and continued eating his meal.

As early as last month, he had already handed the task of interrogating Voldemort about the whereabouts of the Horcruxes over to Quirrell.

Unfortunately, even now, Quirrell still hadn't produced anything resembling a satisfactory answer.