Chapter 72 71: The mystery of life experience, the cause of blood debt [Second update]
No surprises.
Ian went back to the lounge to hide the box in the suitcase, and then cast a concealment spell on the suitcase, completely missing the entire dinner time at Hogwarts.
The cold wind is blowing outside the castle.
Ian is not the kind of little wizard who would choose to go hungry. The kitchen directly under the auditorium can completely solve the problem, but he still chose to take a detour to the basement of the castle first.
"Dong Dong!"
Ian found his destination and knocked on the door.
No one responded.
"It's me, Professor Snape, I'm Ian, the number one person selected by you in today's Potions class." Ian shouted at the office inside the door with a louder voice. One sentence.
“Click~”
After a while.
The office door was opened.
The disheveled Snape stood at the gate expressionlessly.
Behind him is a room that is almost as messy as his personal image. It is shaped like three huge hemispheres buckled together. The shelves along the wall are filled with various glass jars.
"Prince, bedtime is coming soon. If you don't want to be arrested and locked up by me, the only place you can appear now is the Ravenclaw lounge." The old bat is " The noun "Ravenclaw" is very emphatic, and while it is sarcastic, there is also a vague resentment that cannot be relieved.
"Can confinement teach me something new? The kind that can't be learned in textbooks." Ian looked up at Snape's green eyes in front of him, full of expectation.
"..."
The corners of Snape's eyes twitched, "If you can't correct your attitude towards potions, you will never learn the real skills from me. ."
His voice was as cold as ever.
"Then I'll apologize now and correct my attitude." Ian realized that there was a surprise in Snape's words, and immediately stood outside the door, bent vertically at 90 degrees, and maintained his posture for a long time. A few minutes.
This is the shock that comes from the spirit of craftsmanship.
Snape opened his mouth with a strange expression, but could not find the words to express. He looked at Ian repeatedly, his eyes with complicated emotions swaying slightly.
"If this is the purpose of your coming here." Snape turned and walked into the house, opened the drawer of his desk, and took out a very old-looking black book.
"Take it and stay away from my office immediately." He threw the old book to Ian who followed him in, and said in an extremely stiff tone.
“This book originally had another purpose, but now you have taken it away with shameless means. Therefore, in the end-of-semester exam, you will get a different test question from other little wizards.”
"If it doesn't satisfy me... hum." Snape used enough blank space to create tension, but he was not able to see the effect he wanted to see in Ian.
"Who is the Half-Blood Prince?" Ian caught the "Advanced Potion Making" that Snape threw over, and he saw a small line of words in a prominent position on the back cover.
Is this the one Harry Potter got?
Ian's question, pretending to be surprised, made Snape's face turn red visibly.
“That’s half-blood Prince, idiot!”
Snape rushed over aggressively, grabbed the black book in Ian's hand, and used the quill on the desk to roughly smear out the writing on the back cover of the book.
"I thought you would be much smarter than your bastard father!" After repeated checks and no trace of writing could be seen, Snape savagely thrust "Advanced Potion Making" back into Ian's hands. .
"Is it my father's?"
Ian asked knowingly.
He has actually been speculating about the relationship between himself and Snape. Now, the answer seems to have been completely revealed before his eyes in a sudden way that he had not expected.
I see.
Sure enough... so.
Ian’s guess was finally confirmed. All along, some things have always been just conjectures without evidence.
"Tsk, tsk, your father's troll head can only follow the same script as you. This is one of my collections, coming from a certain generation of outstanding potion masters in your family." Snee Pu obviously underestimated the amount of information Ian had. He secretly smuggled the private goods in front of Ian without blushing or heartbeat.
"Professor, didn't you just destroy a master's signature?" Ian's sudden statement made Snape, who had a sarcastic face, speechless for a moment.
"I'm better than him, so I'm naturally qualified."
A very far-fetched reason.
Ian pretended to believe it. "If you can spend more time in the library instead of discussing the making of dangerous objects with some little wizards, you can understand what kind of family you are born into."
Snape wanted to change the subject, and he resumed his slow and sarcastic attitude, with a hint of hatred in his tone.
"I borrowed "A Brief History of Hogwarts Students," but I haven't had time to turn it over yet." Ian confirmed from Snape's words that Snape was not his father.
"Is there anyone alive in our family?"
He suddenly spoke in a low voice, causing Snape's expression to freeze slightly.
"If so, do you think you will still appear in the orphanage?" Snape's expression was a little unnatural, and his eyes avoided Ian's light green eyes.
“Who did it?”
Ian actually has no memory of his parents in this life, but this does not mean that he can turn a blind eye to it. The revenge of destroying the family will eventually require someone to bear responsibility.
"Do what you should do, and study the textbooks you should learn." Snape did not answer Ian's question, but tried to drag Ian out of his office.
“Wait!”
Ian held up the door that Snape was about to close.
"I've answered a lot of questions for you, aren't you satisfied, Mr. Busy Man?" Snape looked down at Ian outside the door, his attitude even colder than at the beginning.
"I'm actually here to pay you back." Ian said as he took out a large bag of gold coins from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into Snape's hand while Snape looked at him in astonishment.
“Did you sell the Felixir?” For such a huge sum of money, this was the only situation Snape could think of. He felt that selling the Felixir was something Ian could do. Asshole thing.
Snape stared at Ian intently.
Even when he saw Ian shaking his head in denial, his angry eyes were full of disbelief.
"I'm not that stupid." In order not to be resented by Snape, Ian had no choice but to show his trouser pockets and several small pockets on the inside of his robe.
There are many gold coins shining inside.
"I found the secret treasure of Hogwarts and achieved positive growth in personal wealth." Ian lowered his voice, and Snape inside the door was full of disbelief.
Can you find hidden gold coins in Hogwarts?
Why didn’t he know?
“I will find someone to inquire carefully. If you let me know that you have committed a shameful theft, or used magic to threaten other little wizards to hand over all the gold coins on your body to you, I will personally give you the money. Sent to Azkaban, you should have gone there a long time ago." He didn't know what kind of image Ian had in Snape's mind.
"Do you know what the romantic legacy of the medieval treasure hunt craze is? How can the treasure gold coins picked up be called stealing!" Ian had the urge to jump up and knock Snape on the head.
"That's the best."
Snape wanted to hand the money bag back to Ian, but Ian jumped back slightly to avoid it. He sneered disdainfully and threw the money bag to Ian with contemptuous eyes.
“Do you think I would care about these three melons and two dates?”
The potion master’s confidence is indeed extraordinary, and he treats money as dirt with an inhumane attitude. As everyone knows, Ian has already summed up practical experience in dealing with a character like his.
"You want to sell me a favor for three melons and two dates? What a beautiful idea you have." Ian rolled the money bag from Snape's crotch into the office, and his words made the veins on Snape's forehead straighten.
“Get out of here!”
A furious Snape slammed the door.
A few seconds later.
The door revealed a gap, and the book "Advanced Potion Making" that had accidentally fallen to the ground because Snape had picked up Ian a little hungry and arrogantly was thrown out.
"Bang!"
The door was closed harder.
"A family of potions..."
Ian sighed softly, his expression calmed down, he calmly picked up the precious book on the ground, and just stood there, Staring at the place that was completely obliterated by Snape,
"The destruction of my family after I was born, was it Voldemort's hand, or...?" He recalled in his mind many of Snape's previous actions. Unnatural words and deeds at times.
"My only remaining uncle."
The empty aisle with no one.
Can't respond to the murmur in the little wizard's heart.
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(End of this chapter)