This could be a problem

Blake had been gossiping about whether Snape ever wanted a wife when he suddenly remembered his biotechnology. Could he use it to, say, extract some of Lily's genes and... do a little work? Perhaps he could earn a grand treasure chest from Snape in return. With the sheer number of materials accumulated due to skill saturation, Blake no longer even bothered with treasure chests below gold level; he had synthesized all lower-level chests into higher-tier ones. Now, several diamond treasure chests were waiting in the unified space.

Why not aim for an even bigger treasure chest before opening them all together?

"What do you mean?" Snape turned, frowning at Blake.

"That's... my daughter!" Blake grinned. "My daughter with red hair and green eyes!"

Snape's face darkened instantly. "You little bastard, are you reading my mind again?" He raised his spoon, ready to strike.

"Wait a minute!" Blake quickly grabbed a chair to block the incoming spoon, staring at Snape in confusion. "I didn't use Legilimency on you..."

Then he paused, realization dawning. "Hold on—if you think I read your mind, that means—"

Snape's pale face turned an unhealthy shade of red. "Shut up!"

Blake's eyes lit up. "Oh! You drank my magic potion and dreamed about it, didn't you?!"

[Ding! Extreme embarrassment and anger detected!] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a golden treasure chest!]

Snape looked as though he had been hit by a self-destructing curse, his expression shifting between red and white. "Shut up!"

"Aha! I knew it! You pretend to be all serious, but deep down, you're just as unruly as the rest of us!" Blake taunted.

That was the last straw. Snape pulled out his wand, fury blazing in his dark eyes.

"Oh, crap!" Blake turned and kicked the underground office door open, bolting out as Snape chased after him.

"I'll beat you to death!" Snape roared, hurling spells that barely missed Blake's ears, cutting through strands of his golden hair.

"Are you serious, old man? Using Severing Charms?!" Blake dodged, cursing.

At that moment, the afternoon class break had just begun. Cassandra was walking toward Potions class with the crowd when she heard a commotion. Then, she saw Snape storming down the corridor, wand raised, chasing none other than Blake, who had been missing for days.

A flash of red light shot past.

Blake sidestepped as though he had eyes on the back of his head, causing the spell to hit a suit of armor instead.

"Snape! Enough! If you hit me again, I'll fight back!" Blake warned.

Snape ignored him, throwing another Disarming Charm. Determined to land a hit, he vowed that one solid strike would be enough revenge.

Blake, however, grabbed a very confused Malfoy and used him as a human shield.

"Boom!"

Malfoy was sent flying. Mid-air, his face was frozen in absolute confusion. "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I flying..."

Snape's anger skyrocketed when he saw Malfoy used as a shield. He shoved aside the stunned students and leaped over a bench to continue his pursuit.

"Enough!" A sharp voice rang through the corridor.

Professor McGonagall stood at the end of the hallway, wand raised. The spell Snape had just cast was blocked by her magic.

Snape's mouth twitched. This was going to be a problem.

Before he could explain, Blake dramatically popped up from behind McGonagall. "Professor! Snape's lost it! He keeps chasing me and attacking me! Look, he's still glaring at me! So scary!"

McGonagall's expression darkened. "Severus, explain yourself."

Snape exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. His long-held patience with the Dark Lord meant nothing when dealing with this insufferable brat.

"No matter what," McGonagall continued, "you two are coming to the Headmaster's office. I expect you to explain this farce to Professor Dumbledore."

Snape was about to argue but stopped himself. Meanwhile, Blake had a regretful look, which McGonagall instantly recognized—this was all his doing.

Blake gave McGonagall an innocent smile.

"Don't smile at me!" she snapped. "Come along!"

From the crowd, Cassandra called out, "Blake?" She wanted to ask what was going on, but too many students blocked her path. Blake simply winked at her before following McGonagall.

Dumbledore, watching the two enter his office, sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.

"I expect a reasonable explanation," he said, looking primarily at Blake.

Blake, feeling guilty under Dumbledore's knowing gaze, quickly defended himself. "Professor, you know me! I always follow the rules. I ran down three corridors without even fighting back! If I had, Snape wouldn't have lasted a second against me!"

Snape's glare could have set Blake on fire.

"Not fighting back doesn't mean you're innocent," Dumbledore said. "Tell me—what did you do to provoke Severus? He wouldn't act this way without reason."

Blake hesitated. He glanced at Snape, who was smirking slightly, relishing the fact that Blake was in trouble.

Well, Blake wasn't going down alone.

"Professor Snape," he said slyly, "should I really say it? The thing about you...?"

Snape's face turned red. "Ahem!" He coughed violently, stopping Blake from speaking further.

Professor McGonagall, growing impatient, demanded, "Then what exactly were you two doing? Don't tell me this was some kind of dueling practice."

Blake snapped his fingers. "That's right! Professor Snape was testing my dueling skills! I asked him to be the guest instructor for the Dueling Club!"

Dumbledore gave him an unimpressed look. "Blake, you do realize how unbelievable that sounds?"

Snape glanced at Dumbledore, his mouth twitching. Dumbledore, in turn, glanced at Snape, quickly piecing things together.

Oh. Blake must have stumbled upon one of Snape's personal matters.

Dumbledore's expression shifted slightly. He coughed, looking at Snape sympathetically. "Severus, I understand..."

Snape, mortified, knew there was no escaping this. His face burned with shame.

"Blake," Dumbledore continued, "next time you use that Dimensional Gate of yours, give people some privacy."

Snape gave up trying to explain. No one would believe him anyway.

Dumbledore decided to smooth things over. "We'll say this was a duel practice mishap. No need for further drama."

Both Snape and Blake agreed. As the meeting wrapped up, Dumbledore asked, "Blake, is your business finished?"

Blake grinned. "The first step is almost done. Just need to open the shop and install the Vanishing Cabinet."

Blake had told Dumbledore he planned to open a potion shop to help people who lost everything due to Lockhart's scams.

"A noble idea," Dumbledore said. "Will you collaborate with Severus?"

"Depends... does he hold grudges?" Blake teased.

Snape scoffed but said nothing.

Dumbledore then asked, "Where will you get your potions? You can't brew everything yourself."

Blake hesitated. "I hadn't thought about that."

"You know Fleur Delacour, don't you? The Delacour family sells potions."

Blake's eyes widened. "Really?! That's perfect!"

But then he realized something. If he sourced ingredients from the Worley family and potions from the Delacours... that meant Cassandra and Fleur—his two greatest rivals—would have to work together.

Horrified, Blake muttered, "This... could be a problem."

Snape smirked. "Indeed."

Then, hesitantly, Snape asked, "About this 'daughter'... what exactly do you mean?"

Blake only grinned.

And Snape regretted asking immediately.

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