Link slept very soundly. He even had a dream.
In the dream, he very smoothly became a powerful wizard, and also married a beautiful wife. After marriage, the two were very happy and had a pair of adorable dragon-phoenix twins.
Because he inherited the family business, Link simply did not need to worry about money.
But to pass the time, he still returned to his old trade, setting up a detective agency that specialized in picking interesting cases to investigate.
This was simply Link's ideal life, not too turbulent, but also not as calm as stagnant water.
Because the dream was too realistic, even after waking up, Link was still in a dazed state.
But the bitter taste still lingering in his mouth soon reminded Link of what had happened earlier.
Smacking his lips, Link's originally hazy gaze instantly became sharp. He flipped over from the sofa and bounced up, his right hand instinctively reaching toward the spot at his waist where the wand was usually tucked, but his hand grabbed at empty air.
"Are you looking for this?"
Snape's deep voice slowly sounded. Hearing the voice, Link looked over and saw that beside the large worktable, Snape was brewing another cauldron of potion, and Link's wand was currently being safely held in his hand.
"What did you make me drink!?" Link loudly questioned. As he spoke, his hands were also fumbling all over himself, afraid that the unknown potion would cause some terrible consequences.
Fortunately, there was nothing strange or bizarre growing on his body.
"Talking back to a professor, Hufflepuff loses 5 points," Snape said coldly. "As for what I made you drink, don't worry, it was just a special sedative."
"Sedative?"
Link's brows furrowed. Because he had roughly read through the first- and second-year potion textbooks, he knew what a sedative was.
Here, the sedative was not the same as in the Muggle world. It was completely brewed through magical potion techniques using various herbs.
But the effects were more or less the same, calming over-excited nerves.
'Judging purely by the reaction after drinking it, Snape's words do seem somewhat credible. But did I really need to drink that stuff? And besides, Snape said just now that it was a special sedative, right?'
Thinking this, Link continued asking, "What's special about it?"
"It's special because it can make your brain, which is entirely made of slop, work more like that of a normal person, and it also restores fatigue and improves your physical condition."
"Then why did you specially make it for me?"
"You think I wanted to? If not for the sake of your godfather, would I waste my time on you?" Snape said impatiently, and at the same time he poured the potion from the cauldron into two cups.
But this time he first drank a cup himself, and then handed the other cup to Link.
"Drink it quickly."
"What is this again!?"
"A nutritional supplement for hunger." Snape said with a cold face. "I remember that when I went away earlier, I already explained everything to you. Why are you asking again? Could it be that you forgot everything over just one summer vacation?"
Faced with Snape's questioning, Link didn't answer. He just silently moved away from the steaming potion.
Right now, since Snape had not cleared the suspicion of using him as a test subject, Link would rather die than drink any more potions he made.
Seeing this, Snape also did not force him. He casually pulled out a piece of parchment from his robe and tossed both it and Link's wand at him, saying, "If you don't want to drink it, then get lost quickly."
"Wait..."
Link still wanted to ask something, but before he could finish speaking, a huge force appeared behind him, grabbing him and carrying him out of the office.
Bang!
The stone door of the office closed tightly. Link, unwilling to give up, tried knocking and shouting, but no matter how he hit or called, there was no reaction from inside.
Helpless, Link could only give up on the idea of continuing to find Snape. And it was only now, after leaving the dungeon, that Link realized that it was already dark outside.
Also, although he hadn't felt it immediately after just waking up, after a bit of pounding on the door, Link suddenly felt a bit hungry.
Now he understood why Snape wanted him to drink the nutritional supplement, because he was afraid Link would starve.
But Link did not regret it. After all, drinking someone else's potion recklessly was just too dangerous.
Sighing, Link pulled out the piece of parchment Snape had given him before throwing him out. He was surprised to find that it was actually a Night Touring Permit.
It not only had Snape's signature but also strictly limited the permit's validity time, meaning that it would expire after tonight and could not be reused.
Its appearance also proved that Link had indeed slept in the office for a very long time, at least long enough that Hogwarts's curfew had already passed.
Turning his head to glance once more at the tightly shut stone door, Link quickly stepped into the corridor, pulled out the diary from his space pouch, leaned by the window, and used the still relatively bright moonlight to flip through it.
Now, his most urgent task was still to figure out what exactly Snape made him drink. Since Snape said he had explained it to him before, Link believed the original owner's diary should have a corresponding record.
After 10 minutes, Link finally found the record about that potion in the middle of the diary.
The general information on it was almost the same as what Snape had said, with descriptions of the potion's appearance, taste, and flavor all matching exactly.
However, there was a big difference in the described effects.
The original owner, after drinking the potion, would quickly experience drowsiness, auditory hallucinations, palpitations, and rapid heartbeat, all kinds of adverse reactions.
But Link had only slept beautifully. And it was a high-quality, deep sleep. Honestly speaking, after finishing Transfiguration and Potions classes earlier, Link had been very exhausted. But now he was feeling energetic, and his mind was even clearer than when he was at his normal state.
This phenomenon perfectly matched Snape's description of the potion's effects.
But then how to explain the adverse reactions on the original owner?
With this doubt in mind, Link closed the diary. Since the diary couldn't solve his doubts, he could only go find Madam Pomfrey for a physical check-up.
Based on what he had read and the interactions these past few days, Link believed Madam Pomfrey was truly someone who loved students and took safeguarding their health as her personal duty, a real healer.
If even someone like her was unwilling to tell the truth, then Link would see no point in investigating further.
Because Link had not yet learned any lighting spells, he very simply pulled out an oil lamp from his space pouch and started lighting it.
But just as the oil lamp was lit, Link felt something touch his calf...
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