Snape stifled his "excitement" and began counting his missing potions materials.
"Dried shredded skin of an African tree snake, three pieces, a pair of bicorn horns, three specimens of gills, five bunches of dried eels..." Snape gritted his teeth and calculated his losses, realizing that the intruder had forced his warehouse to be a pharmacy, and had given himself a 30% discount coupon!
And looking at the material types of potion that had been taken, Snape reflected: bicorn horns and dried shredded Skin of an African tree snake, mixed with other things, but these two ingredients stood out to Snape, the potions master, like fireworks in the night sky.
Someone was secretly making a multijuice potion! This was Snape's first reaction. This got his attention, and Ravenclaw Professor Flitwick was awakened from his slumber by Snape in the dead of night.
"Severus, do you know what time it is?" Professor Flitwick sleepily emerged from his room wearing a blue nightgown and a sleeping cap.
"Someone broke into my potions materials storage room and stole a shipment of potions materials."
"Don't you have a security spell?" Professor Flitwick's eyes widened in surprise, "I thought your ingredients were very expensive."
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched and he ignored the subject, "There are ingredients for a multijuice potion, so I'm hoping you can help me investigate and find the thief."
At the word "multijugos," Professor Flitwick turned serious and the two of them headed for Snape's office as quickly as possible.
Looking at the broken lock, Flitwick raised his wand, then an invisible wave of light enveloped Snape's office, which slowly revealed the image of Snape in the afternoon.
"A little further back in time, about half an hour ago." said Snape with a deadpan expression as he looked at his reflection reading a book.
Professor Flitwick adjusted the timing of the spell's manifestation, and a phoenix appeared in his eyes.
Flitwick, Snape: "..."
The two watched helplessly as a phoenix flew into the office, then opened and ransacked Snape's collection of potions materials with great purpose, and left a bag of money on the table at the end.
The phoenixes of the magical world, or the immortal bird, is sacred, loyal, and few wizards can get their approval. In today's magical world, there is one man who is bound to a phoenix, the greatest of all white wizards, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore is the first person who comes to mind when talking about the Phoenix.
Snape and Flitwick were no exception. In their minds, a phoenix was something that could not be imitated, something that could not be conjured by a shapeshifter or an animagus.
"Professor Dumbledore must have had his reasons for doing this..." said Professor Flitwick dryly as he thought about it, unable to figure out why. At the same time, he held out both hands and shrugged, indicating that there was nothing more he could do: the thief was found, the thief was a phoenix, Snape, go talk to Professor Dumbledore yourself.
Snape gritted his teeth: "What a profound meaning, I think he is seriously ill!"
So, without another word, he dragged Flitwick into the Headmaster's office. There was one more person who couldn't sleep tonight.
Dumbledore was a little confused when he was awakened from his dormitory: what? had Fawkes ransacked Severus' storeroom?
He hurried to make sure, and when he saw the familiar figure, he was a little shocked Could Fawkes really have been playing while he slept?
"Of course, it could have been a solid Patronus in the shape of a phoenix." Flitwick thought for a moment and offered a second explanation. No sooner had he finished than he realized that both Snape and Dumbledore had set their eyes on him.
"Ah, I was just proposing a hypothesis..." He was a little embarrassed because he had just realized that the only wizard in the magical world who had a physical phoenix-shaped Patronus was Dumbledore,
Dumbledore was the only one.
"It's very simple to prove," Snape said with a wave of his cloak, heading straight for the Headmaster's office, he walked through the door, turned behind it and pulled a mistletoe berry from his cloak, motioning for Dumbledore to pass it to Fawkes.
Fawkes had been a little displeased to be woken in his sleep, but he hadn't expected it to be an extra meal in the night. For goodness sake, Fawkes couldn't remember the last time Dumbledore had offered him a snack.
So Fawkes ate happily.
Snape pulled dried eels, gills, and other stolen magic potion materials from his arms, and Fawkes ate them all with gusto. The phoenix was not a picky eater, as long as it was rich in magic, he liked to eat it.
Looking at the happy Fawkes and the expressionless Snape and the suddenly interested Flitwick in the office decorations, Dumbledore sighed and took Snape aside to compensate him for the loss he had suffered.
Of course, Dumbledore himself did not believe that Fawkes could have done such a thing, it was a strange affair in every way. But in the end, the story could only be characterized as a wild or domestic phoenix, hungry in the middle of the night, happened to be in Hogwarts castle, happened to find Snape's storage of potions materials, and stole some potions ingredients. The good phoenix also left the human coin he found....
This conjecture would be more appropriate for a bedtime story for a young wizard.
After all this, the three professors returned to their dormitories and rested. The initiator of this incident was doing potions in the Room of Requirement. Naturally, he didn't choose an office because he was a bit guilty and was afraid Snape would come after him.
Tom added the three shards of dried shredded Skin of an African tree snake to the cauldron, then added the ground bicorn powder, followed by high heat and a long simmering process.
By this time, the multijugate potion was almost ready. Once the potion was finished, all Tom had to do was add an additional spoonful of chrysopus wings and stir three times counterclockwise to collect the finished multijuice potion.
Tom smiled with satisfaction: this term was going to be free and satisfying!
Only when Tom returned to the office did he discover that Lockhart's timetable for the term had been handed in. This term would indeed be full, but with no more freedom.
The schedule Dumbledore had given him was full of classes every day, and on average, there were almost four classes a day!
If he had gone to class on this schedule, Tom wouldn't have had to think about freedom, he would have been lucky if he hadn't died suddenly, knowing that it wasn't a 40 minute class, but an hour long, and he had to go upstairs to speak! Listening to an hour class and lecturing for an hour are two different concepts.