Chapter 31 Bargaining Chips
Snape looked up, his sharp gaze fixed on Harry.
A slightly hoarse, yet still indifferent voice rang out again.
He said to Harry, "Now that I have received your apology, you may leave."
He still refuses to accept all of this!
But a feeling of being unable to refuse arose within him.
I could clearly feel that this wonderful emotion was actually growing from the bottom of my heart.
Harry looked at Mohn again.
Moen nodded slowly, signaling him to leave first.
Harry understood what Mohn meant.
Turn around,
Somewhat bewildered, I walked towards the door.
"You should all leave! I need some peace and quiet."
When Harry reached the door...
Snape's hoarse voice came again.
The dejection in his tone
It's hard to believe that he's really the arrogant professor who always scolds his students in class.
Beneath that intimidating voice
It seems to conceal some deeper emotion.
Seeing Snape's exhausted expression, Harry's heart softened considerably.
He looked at Moen again.
After confirmation,
Only then did he slowly close the heavy wooden door.
All the conflicts and unknowns were isolated in that quiet room.
As the door closed,
Only Mohn and Snape remained in the office.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, becoming increasingly suffocating.
Neither of them spoke.
Beneath this calm, the atmosphere grew even more eerie, as if something was brewing.
Why don't you leave!
When Mohn turned to look at Snape
Snape, who had been maintaining his composure, could no longer keep his calm expression.
His eyes seemed filled with anxiety.
It was as if it were enveloped by true emotions that had been hidden for many years.
His eyes held doubt, wariness, and a deep unease.
That complex expression seemed to want to tear the boy in front of him apart immediately.
Snape's demeanor was completely different when he was with Harry and Morne.
When he was alone with Moen, his soul seemed to shed all its pretense.
It reveals his true thoughts and emotions.
At this moment, Snape was like a trapped beast, teetering on the edge of rage!
Moen knew,
At this point, we can no longer be polite.
"Professor Snape, could you please use an 'Ear-Closing Charm' or a 'Sound Disruption Charm'?"
His calm tone, as if he were describing the weather, instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere.
He also stated his purpose quite frankly.
That means the following conversation must not be overheard by anyone!
This is a provocation!
He was convinced that Snape would definitely take the bait.
When Snape heard Mohn's request, a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.
But he did nothing.
He simply raised his wand silently.
An invisible wave of magical energy enveloped the area where they were located.
It also shut out all other sounds from the magic.
And everything they said next...
No one else will know.
"I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer, Mr. White."
His cold tone contained a hint of rage.
Moen saw that he agreed.
So I won't waste any more time.
"Well then, I'm sorry to bother you."
He said calmly,
He picked up a slightly worn crystal bottle from the table, with dark green veins and an antique style.
Under Snape's puzzled gaze, it slammed hard onto the table.
The crystal bottle shattered into countless fragments in an instant.
Scattered all over the floor, and thick, dark green liquid spilled onto the table.
The broken crystal,
It added a touch of clutter to the entire office and instantly drew Snape's full attention.
" what are you up to?"
Snape frowned.
Just as I was about to ask Moen what he was going to do,
But then he suddenly heard Moen's whisper.
"Time-space restoration!" Moen's clear voice rang out in the potions office.
With a gentle wave of his wand.
He didn't say much, but expressed his true intentions through his actions, letting Snape understand.
His mutated "repair spell" was never just for repairing damage.
Instead, time itself was also under his control.
The power emanating from his hands
Gently lift the broken pieces of the water bottle from the table and put them back together.
All the broken crystals floated up in an inexplicable way and automatically pieced themselves together into a complete whole.
Even the liquid that had spilled on the table returned to the bottle.
In the instant of repair, the patterns that had already peeled off the water bottle...
In that instant, it seemed as if I had returned to how it looked when I first bought it!
A mysterious energy fluctuation rearranged the inside of the bottle!
Let it be completely renewed.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Time was like a piece of clay that Moen could control at will.
He can manipulate the course of time at will.
He needed to use this action to show Snape what he was capable of.
The potential contained within his power
This will also be a crucial bargaining chip for him in his deal with Snape!
Only by demonstrating his uniqueness will Snape have more expectations!
When Snape saw the newly restored green-veined crystal bottle,
His previously stiff expression instantly turned blank, his eyes fixed on the bottle in front of him.
He felt as if his soul had been ripped out, and stood there frozen in place.
Gone was the initial composure and pretense, and gone was that sharp gaze.
He seemed to see the impossible miracle.
Those eyes, which had once held a mocking gaze, now became incredibly fervent.
His heart was in turmoil.
Snape jerked his head up, staring at Moen with incredulous eyes: "What, what is... what is going on!"
He could no longer maintain his outward indifference!
Looking at the excited Snape before him, Moen calmly said, "The power I wield is a time-based magic, which you may call—space-time magic."
He pointed to the water bottle on the table and said in a seductive tone, "This is not a simple restoration spell! It's the ability to reverse time! You should also know that if this magic is truly mastered, it may even be possible to reverse the course of time!"
Every word he said,
It seems that they are all deeply engraved in the depths of Snape's soul!
His previously lifeless heart was also violently shaken.
It seems to be summoning a long-lost passion.
That intense desire, suppressed for many years, seems about to break free of its shackles.
His emotions were filled with anticipation and excitement.
His voice trembled slightly: "Time...reversal...could it really be..."
He knew that his dream was unattainable.
He seemed to come alive again at that moment, his heart churning.
This also greatly impacted his originally unwavering worldview!
He murmured to himself, his voice like a dream. "Could it really be... I can..."
He rushed up to Moen, his voice rising with excitement, his eyes gleaming, and said, "Tell me! Is this magic real? Does it actually exist?"
His urgent tone carried a hint of anticipation.
All pretense vanished without a trace at this moment.
Now he's like a little kid craving candy, trying his best to present the image he desires.
Mohn calmly met Snape's gaze.
He clearly saw the burning obsession deep in Snape's eyes.
"So, do you understand now? What does my existence truly mean?"
Snape's pupils narrowed dramatically in his extreme emotional agitation. He used almost all his self-control to refrain from loudly questioning the doubts in his heart in front of Mohn.
At this moment, Snape finally understood the real reason why Mohn chose to negotiate with him.
All of this revolves around the power he himself possesses.
He whispered with a hint of pleading in his voice, "What do you want?"
He also recognized his current situation.
He could only force himself to lower his stance.
Offer a deal to the "devil" in front of you.
Even if the hope is tiny, I want to grasp it!
Moen looked at Snape, who was lost in his obsession, and his smile faded.
"I want to learn 'Shadowless Strike'! And 'Rapid Healing' which can quickly heal injuries!"
"Okay, I'll teach you!"
Snape seemed to have fallen into a state of madness.
Without thinking twice, he subconsciously nodded in agreement.
His mind was completely occupied by the spacetime power that Moen had displayed.
My former pride has been shattered in this moment!
He spoke these words almost without reservation, looking at Moen with pleading eyes, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.
"What else do you want? As long as it's within my power, I'll make it happen for you!"