Chapter 99 98: Accident! Snape's fear!
Snape never thought that he would one day meet such a student, and this student was also his blood relative. He had never heard of it and had not dared to think about it for many years of teaching.
You dare to make a love potion when you are only in first grade!
Or cook it in batches!
The person whose name cannot be mentioned back then was afraid that he would not be able to do anything similar! Such a naturally evil little devil actually went to Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin? Although the head of Slytherin should not have such thoughts, Snape really couldn't understand the Sorting Hat's decision during the sorting ceremony.
"Don't tell me Dumbledore gave you permission to do this."
In front of the Room of Requirement.
In the corridor on the eighth floor, Snape had a dark face and a stern expression. He was about to punish Ian severely, but he was brought here by Ian who was trying to avoid punishment.
"Maybe he will allow it?"
Ian looked towards the principal's office.
He still has a big killer weapon against Dumbledore that he has not handed over yet.
"Oh, Dumbledore is indeed late in life and has done such dirty and despicable things, but does he dare to admit it? Prince, don't forget that I am your legal guardian."
There was a bit of resentment in Snape's eyes. Two tests, two exact answers. He really couldn't imagine that the respected Dumbledore would be in the Prince family. Leave a legacy.
That aunt of mine has a husband! Damn Dumbledore! No wonder this old immortal guy said that he only had time to save a little baby! After several nights of careful thinking and connecting clues, Snape finally understood why Ian was so talented - at least he thought he understood.
"I'm sharing a Hogwarts secret with you, dear uncle, I really don't want to brew some love potion, the smell you smell is just a damn appearance!" Ian Silently remembering his Potions classroom in his mind, he walked back and forth in the corridor three times, and the door to the Room of Requirement appeared silently.
Under Snape's shocked and disbelieving gaze, Ian rushed to the door as if he was possessed by Hagrid, opened a gap just big enough for him to squeeze in, and squeezed himself through the door.
“Bang!”
Before Snape could even react, the door was already closed by Ian who got in. It slowly disappeared, and then again in more than ten seconds. Then it appeared as Ian opened the door.
"Have you disposed of all the evidence?" Snape did not ask what happened to the door at the first time. After he came to his senses, he looked at Ian who was walking out of the door with an uncontrollable expression. .
“Don’t tell me those things were poured into the sewer!” The Hogwarts Potions Professor’s voice was urgent, with a hint of panic and nervousness. Recalling the series of horrors that Ian had brought to him before the start of school, Snape was even able to accept that Ian was sorted into Gryffindor.
"I just tidied up the somewhat unsightly room. Of course I know that the love potion cannot be poured into the sewer... No, I am not studying the love potion at all!" Ian actually went to hide his good assistant, He didn't think Snape would let him raise dementors in Hogwarts.
Such a useful assistant might be able to assist in alchemy. Ian doesn’t want to lose the palu he doesn’t need to eat or drink.
"Is this the secret room that Dumbledore told you? The Chamber of Secrets?" Snape obviously didn't know about the existence of the Room of Requirement. He just thought of the rumors in Slytherin Academy for many years.
"This is called the Come and Go Room, Uncle Professor Snape." Ian opened the door again. Snape was clever and grabbed the robe at the back of Ian's neck and lifted Ian up. Half empty.
"I think I can walk on my own." Ian gestured with his hands in mid-air. But Snape obviously didn't want to respond. He opened the door and walked in with a slightly serious and vigilant expression.
Enter the eye.
It is a very old and solemn Potions classroom. Snape feels like it was created centuries ago. He even found the Potions professor from several generations ago in the portrait on the classroom wall. .
"So they are here..." Snape didn't even have time to express too much emotion. His eyes were immediately attracted by the six cauldrons that were still "gurgling" in the middle of the classroom. The jumping flame caused the liquid in the crucible to slowly heat up, exuding a faint and unique aroma.
That was the smell he smelled in the corridor - this may be a secret room, but of course the ventilation system of this room is still connected to the Hogwarts castle.
"I think I can tell what you are cooking." Snape gritted his teeth and walked to several cauldrons and looked at the materials that had been processed on the table beside him.
He grabbed several types of materials and added them to one of the crucibles in batches, chanted a spell, and then, a pearl-like color and spiraling steam slowly appeared.
The aroma is more intense and varies from person to person - Ian smells the scent of books. Snape didn't know what he smelled. This man's brows were furrowed and his expression was very ferocious.
"What else can you explain now? Damn Prince! You not only brewed the love potion, you also improved its formula, shortening its brewing process from three months to a few Hours!"
"Maybe I can apply for the Best Potion Innovation Award? I really hope you can enjoy this honor in Azkaban!" Snape's inner emotions were very complicated.
On the one hand.
He was shocked and unbelievable by this improvement. On the other hand, he felt a little disgusted and horrified that Ian would use such talent on a love potion.
"I can send you there now!"
Snape obviously didn't know that Azkaban could no longer scare Ian.
The Potions Professor bit his cheek very tightly, and his eyes looked at several cauldrons that had been cleaned very clean and had even been set up as if they were ready for use at any time.
"Six pots! You cooked six pots! Yet you still don't think it's enough for you!" The corners of Snape's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and his trembling voice was full of strong anger. He suspected that Ian might not even intend to let go of Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, or even Madam Pomfrey and Madam Pince.
No...or maybe Ian has no intention of letting anyone go! I'm afraid male wizards are also being considered! ? He looked at Ian with a look that was not only annoyed but also a bit frightened.
"It's obviously you who brewed the love potion! What I'm about to brew is not a love potion at all!" Ian raked it over and pointed at the potion that Snape had brewed and retorted loudly.
"The love potion you learned about in the restricted area? I knew Dumbledore shouldn't have approved it for you!" Snape, who turned his finger on the principal, didn't believe Ian's words at all.
Indeed.
There really is no one in Hogwarts who knows potions better than him.
"I'm researching a possibility!" Ian has discovered that Teacher Morgan's love potion formula contains several truly useful knowledge, but in fact, he has only vaguely figured out one of them now.
If not caught by Snape.
He will definitely be able to complete the analysis of this kind of knowledge tonight. There was no way, for the sake of his own innocence, Ian could only bite the bullet and step forward to start processing new materials. Fortunately, Snape had been carrying the large bag of materials that Ian had "purchased", which gave Ian the opportunity to take practical actions to clear himself of his grievances.
However, seeing Ian lighting a clean cauldron, the anger on Snape's face obviously became a little more intense.
“You want to teach me how to make potion?”
His expression was extremely ugly.
"I just hope you can guide me." Ian didn't just want to break the pot, he knew very well that Snape's research on potions was far beyond his knowledge.
At least for the time being, this is still the case.
"You can even improve the formula to such an extent, but you still need me to guide you in making a love potion? Ha! Don't think that you can please me and let me let you go with such a glib tongue! This is a love potion! It is a crime ! Do you understand?" Snape's expression was still annoyed, but his anger was obviously reduced.
"If you hadn't ruined my closest success, I would have let you know what I was doing right away!" Ian retorted while processing the materials.
To be honest, Snape did successfully brew the love potion, but there are many differences with Teacher Morgan's formula. The original pot of potion can become something completely different after removing some materials. It's just a foundation, and the easiest direction to lead is the love potion.
If Ian hadn't realized this, he wouldn't have thought about staying up all night studying tonight.
“Kakakaka~”
Without the help of the dementors, Ian could only process the materials manually. Of course, Snape standing next to him could not help. The bat's face was full of a gloomy expression of impatience.
“You idiot, chop it coarsely and don’t release the medicinal effect of calamus root so quickly!”
Fortunately, Snape did not stop Ian's actions. Unfortunately, since there were no other little wizards to pay attention to, he was able to devote all his attention to criticizing.
“Throw away the top layer of the narcissus root, soak it in honey, and then mix it with the liquid from the petals. Do you think it is hard for bees to collect honey when you pour so much?”
“You are willing to pour out the armadillo’s bile. The armadillo must have a deep relationship with you. Hateful, or your empty mind thinks that the more of this kind of thing, the more effective it will be."
Snape's venomous tongue is much sharper than before, probably to vent his anger, Yi. En didn't refute it, and he corrected the things that were corrected exactly as instructed.
[Potions Proficiency +4]
[Proficiency in Potions +6]
[Proficiency in Potions +3]
......
Although Ian only poured a little more and a little less After losing it, he was scolded by Snape in all kinds of exaggerated ways, but the more frequent proficiency improvements on his panel than before really showed that Snape was indeed not looking for trouble. Ian still had problems handling materials. Less room for improvement.
"Why did you add unicorn saliva...No, where did you get such a big bottle of unicorn saliva!" Snape discovered that Ian was starting to prepare the love potion. operation.
Before he could be shocked by the large water bottle Ian took out, he saw Ian stirring a bowl of frog brains and then pouring them into the pot together with the unicorn saliva.
"Are you trying to confuse me in this nasty way about whether you are taking a love potion?" Snape wanted to get angry, but he smelled a special fragrance.
Ian changed the steps of the operation process, starting from the semi-finished potion he just saw, which is why he did not stop it immediately.
"Of course not." Ian began to wave his wand under the frowning Snape's gaze.
Imposing rituals.
The potion in the pot began to change, and the smell also changed. At this moment, Snape, who was still looking like "I want to see how you perform", suddenly looked a little surprised. Uncertain.
“Add some armadillo bile in!”
Suddenly, his eyes became a little shocked, and he broke his correction to Ian with a somewhat anxious tone, and walked quickly He rushed to the place where the armadillo bile was stored and picked up the bottle.
Precise dripping.
The smell changed slightly again.
Ian's ceremony continues.
He originally wanted to get other processed materials, but found that Snape, with twinkling eyes and a serious expression, had already brought the materials to the front of the crucible and started adding them one by one. Ian didn't even tell him what to add, and the order and amount of ingredients Snape added were slightly different from what he had imagined.
"Uncle..."
Ian wanted to talk.
But he was interrupted by Snape's eyes.
“Continue!”
The Potions teacher’s voice was a bit complicated.
Under his warning gaze.
Ian quickly reused the wand and spell to maintain the ritual - and did not feel that the ritual had failed. Ian saw that the liquid in the crucible began to slowly change. It gradually became clear and transparent from the initial turbidity, and finally showed a charming deep blue color, like the most mysterious treasure in the deep sea.
"Successful!"
Ian's tone was full of surprise. He really didn't expect that one of the possibilities in Teacher Morgan's seemingly tricky and profound formula could be verified so smoothly.
It has to be the Half-Blood Prince!
"Where is the original recipe for your love potion?"
Snape didn't know when he started to lose the anger and irritation he had before. He personally took out the potion and put it into a crystal clear crystal bottle.
Looking at the potion in the crystal bottle, Snape finally believed Ian - no matter how extraordinary and outstanding a young wizard was, there was absolutely no way he could develop such a thing just a few days after school started.
"The formula I found in the forbidden book area was just kept in my mind." Of course, Ian could not give out the fragments of Morgan's dress. The most he could do was share the formula with Snape for study together.
The good uncle has no children.
What kind of research results can we forget about him?
"Do you know what you are analyzing?" Snape realized that the formula did not belong to Ian, but this did not prevent him from being shocked by Ian's talent in potions. Not to mention ordinary wizards, even many experts in potions may not have such a keen sense of smell for potions.
Being able to isolate a certain characteristic from a potion formula...it is obvious that the Prince family will not decline just like this. Snape felt relieved and also had some indescribable emotions.
"I think this is a vitality potion that can keep our magic power at a super level for a long time. Maybe we can name it the infinite fire potion." The level of Ian's name is obviously in line with his His potion talent is inversely proportional, but this does not affect his enjoyment of the bright future of becoming a monopoly.
“I think we need to apply for a patent and then sell it to Aurors. There must be a lot of people who need it. I think it will definitely sell better than shampoo or something!”
< br>Ian's voice was full of excitement.
This is actually Mr. Morgan’s achievement and patent. As Mr. Morgan’s only living apprentice in the world, he can certainly be regarded as the only heir to Mr. Morgan’s legacy! How can the teacher's research be allowed to be buried in history? Ian feels that it is his duty to carry forward this greatness!
Just when Ian himself convinced himself that he was a very responsible person.
"Go to the Restricted Book Zone, find the formula, and then..." Snape's voice was very low, and Ian originally thought he was going to let him bring him the formula.
However.
"Destroy it! Use your fierce fire! Or some of your other magic!" This was definitely a request that made Ian feel unexpected.
Very baffling.
But Snape's expression was extremely serious... even a little scary. Far more oppressive than when he felt Ian was refining the love potion before.
"Is this for monopoly?"
Ian was very confused about Snape's attitude.
"Let this formula rot in your stomach!" Snape looked around at the cauldrons, then raised his hand and used magic to completely destroy all the semi-finished products and materials.
If you let me know that you shared the recipe with your friends, don't blame me for subjecting them to cruel mind modifications. "Snape's expression was more serious than ever before.
"Prince, I don't want to die, and I think you don't want to die either." Just leaving a whisper of deep thought, Snape grabbed the finished product in his hand and hurriedly left the Room of Requirement, leaving behind a confused expression. Ian stood in the empty classroom, completely unable to understand what was going on with Snape.
Basement.
Snape's office.
The Potions Professor who opened the door and stepped inside closed the door. He seemed worried and locked the door again. Then he took Ian's bottle of potion and walked to his desk.
He just sat there.
Staring at the blue potion he placed on the table, there was fear, fear, and worry in his eyes. However, the increasingly obvious entanglement gradually worsened as time went by.
"I know, I shouldn't do this, it will be dangerous." When the emotions in his heart were completely unbearable, Snape, who had a fierce ideological struggle in his mind, finally walked to a wall. .
He chanted the spell.
The bricks on the wall began to rotate and shift, revealing a secret area hidden in the wall, but there was a bottle of potion dotted with stars in the area that was only as big as a shoe box.
【Resuscitation Water】
This is the label affixed to the potion, with Snape's unique handwriting. Judging from the luxury of the crystal material chosen for the potion bottle, this is obviously a very proud masterpiece of the potion maker.
Looking at the works in the secret compartment.
The hesitant Snape paced back and forth in front of the compartment for a long time.
Seeing that the sky was beginning to darken.
He raised his head and closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
"But I don't want to die in peace."
Snape took out the potion from it resolutely. He set up his crucible, poured in his work, and then added several ingredients. And a ceremony.
The process did not last long.
After completing a series of operations, Snape took out his hot potion and poured it into Ian's potion. As a result, the blue potion glowed with starlight.
Brilliant and dazzling.
"It's really...successful."
After the potion was boiled, Snape could not see any joy on his face. Instead, he had a pale feeling, even his voice and the hand holding the potion They were all trembling uncontrollably.
"How can it be successful!" Snape ran towards his cabinet eagerly, even stumbling a little because of his panic-like mood.
After taking out a plastic-tipped dropper from the cabinet, Snape used it to draw some potion from the bottle, and then grabbed a toad and dropped it on the toad's skin.
After some time.
"Prince, I really hope you just want to feed us all a love potion." Staring at the imprisoned toad, Snape's face turned even paler.
"Why is it such a catastrophic disaster!" He was holding a transparent stone close to the toad in his hand, and there was a faint blue light flowing slowly in the stone.
Like a twisting thread.
That is.
Detected...magic.
I have something to do today, but there will be a bigger chapter tomorrow
(End of this chapter)