Chapter 101 100: An unreplicable miracle
Such as Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets.
This is what Helga Hufflepuff left in the ancient castle. Over the years, people have given it several different names, and the history at the beginning of its birth was gradually submerged in the dust. Someone accidentally blew a breeze, and the past at the beginning of history was revealed again. Reappear in the world.
Ian still doesn’t know the reason why the Room of Requirement was created that year, but this does not affect his ability to get a glimpse of the mystery of this secret room through the unreserved display of the Room of Requirement.
[Old Alchemy Proficiency +4]
[Proficiency in ancient alchemy +3]
[Proficiency in ancient alchemy +5]
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A series of complex and mysterious runes are faintly flickering in the light.
Complex alchemical formulas and magic text structures dance slowly in the air. Each symbol contains profound wisdom and power. They are connected to each other to build the road leading to the palace of knowledge.
The inscribed formulas scattered throughout every corner of the room and in every space together form a splendid picture that countless alchemists in the field of alchemy will definitely marvel at.
Ian feels the same way. Between the flickering inscriptions, he seemed to get a glimpse of Helga Hufflepuff back then. Thousands of years ago, Ms. Helga Hufflepuff slowly wrote her own accumulation, stroke by stroke, thread by thread, in a room that should have been extremely ordinary.
This is not only Helga Hufflepuff's golden house, but also a treasure she left to future generations.
A lot of extremely advanced magical knowledge is engraved here to create alchemical miracles like the Room of Requirement, including even magic that is now strictly controlled.
[Traceless Stretch Spell (Level 0) 32/50]
Quietly.
There was another change in Ian's personal panel during his comprehension - this is magic that will not appear in standard textbooks, as it is controlled by law by the powerful families in the wizarding world.
Traceless stretching spell.
A treasure in the space field.
No matter in any kind of world, the power involving space and time can definitely be regarded as the power at the top of the pyramid. Perhaps the powerful families don't want too many people to learn this magic, and they don't just want to monopolize the sales channels of luggage and family tents.
There must be something profound that only powerful people like them know, so that they can show their specialness and make them feel the glory of the family.
“Thank you to your ancestors, thank you to the founder, and thank you to Hogwarts~” Ian sat cross-legged among countless magic texts and alchemy formulas, trying to absorb the shining knowledge like observing the stars.
[Proficiency in Transfiguration +3]
[Proficiency in Ancient Alchemy +5]
[Proficiency in Traceless Stretch Spell +3]
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[Illusion Body Curse (Level 0) 4/50]
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This is a kind of learning that is more intuitive than books, like splitting a sophisticated instrument into countless small ones Parts, people with relevant foundation can use this to understand the principles.
Ian spent the whole afternoon in the Room of Requirement. If he hadn't promised the little wizards that he would turn on the color-changing illumination spell in the SCP classroom tonight, and as a little professor couldn't be as incompetent as Principal Dumbledore, he might have wanted to stay up all night in the Room of Requirement. time.
“This place will definitely speed up my learning of the alchemy homework left by Teacher Morgan.” Before leaving the Room of Requirement, Ian still reluctantly looked back at the revealed magic texts and structural formulas step by step.
The things here are obviously not things that can be learned in ten days and a half. Even according to Ian's strong comprehension and learning ability, it is unknown whether he can be learned in one year - in fact, you can understand it if you think about it. For this reason, after all, this golden house is the masterpiece of Helga Hufflepuff.
"That Professor Arthur King, does he really think someone can thoroughly study the Room of Requirement in one year?" Ian didn't know much about the people who were rarely mentioned in the original work, let alone Speaking of a character like this that had never appeared before, he could only guess that the other person might have studied under the alchemy master Nicol Flamel.
Thinking about what he learned from the Room of Requirement all the way, when Ian returned to the Ravenclaw lounge, the scumbag at the door was trying to make things difficult for a little witch that Ian was familiar with.
Qiu Zhang is definitely considered an outstanding person among the young Ravenclaw wizards, but when facing a course that she has never been exposed to, she can only be stopped by the bronze eagle head and slapped hard on the head.
It's just a pity.
It's obvious that you can't get the answer to the profound questions in mathematics - Ian's arrival became Qiu Zhang's savior, and the bronze eagle head reluctantly opened the door for the two of them.
“You can actually answer this kind of question. Is there anything else you don’t know?” Qiu Zhang’s attitude towards Ian, like most first-year wizards, has begun to be a little bit... worship.
"Actually, I am also forced to learn. Really, don't let me catch who taught the gate these things, otherwise I will definitely let that person know that I, Ian, am not someone to be trifled with!" Ian was filled with indignation. He cursed himself loudly. He obviously did this to avoid being suspected by the smart little wizards.
Rewards for "mysterious evil people" are circulating among Ravenclaws today, and some senior wizards have even made some homemade "torture tools" just waiting to catch the person who caused the bronze eagle head to go bad. The culprit. Ian has seen those things, which is why he no longer dares to think about getting bounties from the leader.
"You're right! That person is really hateful! I think he should be a hateful pervert, and he must be hiding somewhere now to enjoy the pleasure he brings from torturing us!" Qiu Zhang She had no doubt about Ian, she just felt empathy with Ian's words, and the resentment in her tone was not fake at all.
"..."
Ian opened his mouth.
After all, he still didn’t dare to issue any excuse - in fact, he didn’t want to teach too in-depth at first, but who knew that Bronze Eagle Head seemed to be addicted to learning, and he was not like Bronze Eagle Head Even with some knowledge that he didn't know, the Bronze Eagle Capital wanted him to study and inquire before coming back for answers.
“Pay the class fees voluntarily, William, please collect it for me.” As Ian’s small class became more and more prosperous, he also had a very conscious free cashier.
The evening lecture went as smoothly as ever, and everyone learned as much as before. The more talented little wizards were even able to slightly change the light source on their wands.
Before returning to the dormitory.
Ian even saw William trying to throw out the light source on the wand. The green light was just like his hair. Perhaps he had seen Ian's operation to scare others before. This guy's mouth The constant chanting of "Avada chews the big melon" and the full posture really made Ian unable to hold back.
Michael is not very fond of the "night study" personality. Ian rarely sees him in small classes, but when he returned to the dormitory today, he found that Michael actually used William's The little desk lamp is studying - this is definitely an unprecedented situation. The black boy is often the first to rush out of the classroom after class.
Not the same as Ron.
Michael's magic talent is actually even higher than William's. It's not that William's talent is bad. In fact, among the first-year students, William is already comparable to Hermione. It's just a pity that Michael belongs to the ranks of the god of learning. He can always learn what he needs to learn in class.
In the dormitory.
A top student, a god of study, the sense of déjà vu is really strong. It's just that Ian won't feel pressure in such a dormitory, because he is a mixed student between the top student and the top student.
"What are you reading?" After Ian found himself back in the dormitory, Michael put away the books in a panic, with a guilty expression that looked very funny.
"No...it's nothing." Brother Xiao Hei covered his eyes and dodged. He waited until long after Ian had washed up and gone to bed, then secretly took out the book and continued reading.
Ian secretly cast a new body illusion spell on himself and quietly slipped behind Michael from the bed. Only then did he finally understand what book the little black brother was reading for the first time.
"The Wizard's One Hundred and Eight Love Techniques"
Sure enough.
Michael really doesn’t learn useful knowledge after class.
“You can’t woo girls with things in books like this.” Ian, who had satisfied his curiosity, couldn’t help but show up and reminded in a low voice, which almost made Michael, who was unaware, jump up in fright. .
The black man's skin almost turned into the red devil's skin.
"Impossible! The author of this book said that if I can't catch the girl I like, he will give me a full refund! There is also his ultimate nirvana at the end of the book!" Michael didn't want to believe Ian at all. He quickly turned to the last page of the book and scratched off the shiny coating.
【Remember, for us playboys, love potions are a tried-and-true trump card. 】After seeing the words in it, Michael's skin color suddenly turned into the color of pig liver again.
The human body is truly amazing.
"You must have bought this book in Knockturn Alley!" Ian also widened his eyes and looked at the author of the book... As expected, the author did not dare to sign the book at all.
“Refund! Refund!”
After Michael came to his senses, he was immediately furious. He had always been a little wizard who liked sweet love, and he was obviously extremely repulsive to some Hexian technological methods.
"We are all brothers. If you need it, I can actually make it for you. As long as Rebecca drinks it for the rest of her life, how can it not be called love."
Ian While teasing Michael, who was jumping up and down in the dormitory and using his black talents to wildly greet the author's family, he pulled out his suitcase from under his bed. In fact, he has always had a dream, that is, to have a big house with him, and the Traceless Stretch Spell can obviously make his dream come true.
“Let me see~”
Late at night.
William and Michael had fallen asleep after hearing the curse words. Ian was still studying his suitcase, and he was constantly trying to expand the internal space.
[Proficiency of the Traceless Stretch Spell +3]
[Proficiency of the Traceless Stretch Spell +4]
[Proficiency of the Traceless Stretch Spell +3]
The next day.
It is still a calm day.
It’s just that Ian was a little surprised that his good uncle actually skipped two classes.
Yes.
The professor skipped class.
I heard that potions classes in other grades are also taught by other teachers. The school’s excuse to the outside world is that Snape was infected with the disease and is now being treated at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. However, Ian secretly looked at his Marauder's Map. Snape was clearly in his office at Hogwarts and did not come out.
Forget about Dumbledore being incompetent as the principal, but Snape as the professor of Hogwarts... well, he doesn't seem to be a very competent teacher to begin with.
Ian also secretly went to see Snape, but Snape blocked the door like Hagrid, and frightened Ian with a face with heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if his body was severely exhausted. A jump.
"Uncle! What's wrong with you!"
Ian wanted to care about Snape. Maybe Snape was really infected with some epidemic disease. After all, what do you think of this appearance? It doesn't look like a normal person's face.
"Take care of yourself! Prince! Your Charms class starts in fifteen minutes!" The ungrateful Snape just said it and drove him away without showing the slightest concern for Ian. move.
He even looked at Ian with a very annoyed look, and wanted to curse something but failed in the end. And just when Ian was about to leave for Charms class, Snape suddenly pulled out a few hairs on the top of Ian's head. The number of pulls was not as high as before, but it seemed that Snape was obviously becoming more and more proficient in his movements.
"It's not over yet! You!"
Ian covered his hair with an angry look on his face.
Snape just glared at him and then closed the office door vigorously. This was just a small episode, and Ian, who was tricked by Snape again, was just depressed for a short while. Aurora's words, "You have more hair than me, I will definitely have to pull it all out for you" is really a good way to enlighten me.
Of course, Ian is not ungrateful.
He had secretly made up his mind that once Snape farted in the future, he would immediately go to the Twisted Illusion to conduct a carpet search, and then team up with his friends to pull out Snape's hair. If, as Teacher Morgan said, souls reincarnate, then he must make his good uncle a bald man in his next life.
In the next two days, until the day before Halloween, Ian lived a very fulfilling life. After classes during the day, he went to study in the Room of Requirement, and occasionally confided in the Dementors. After some realization, the time after the small class in the evening was used to expand the space of the suitcase more deeply.
The area of a large flat floor is obviously not enough for Ian's idea. What he wants is to be able to raise thousands of magical animals inside, so that he can eat whatever he wants when he is out.
"Of course, I won't eat the cute ones, I won't eat the humane ones, I will only eat the cruel ones." Ian spent two days like this, and he didn't even go to the Quidditch tryouts.
For this kind of sport that can make wizards extremely excited, Ian is actually not too interested in it. Competitive games can be unfair, but obviously they cannot completely lose balance.
A Seeker with too much personal heroism is often the key to the outcome of a game, which really makes the entire team's efforts easily go up in flames in an instant.
If the role of the seeker can be weakened, maybe the game can still have some fun.
When the little wizards came back excitedly from watching the game, Ian had already improved his strength in the Room of Requirement, but a few of his hair were pulled out while he was pondering the problem.
"Oh, you have no idea what you're missing! Gryffindor was about to be defeated, but there was a really bad person among them who yelled "Ian is behind you!"
"At the critical moment, Marcus Flint, who had been killing everyone, fell off the broom. He was really afraid of you. His arm was broken and he was still panicking. Look everywhere.”
"Yes, yes, Marcus Flint was so miserable. His whole body was completely folded and he was sent directly to the infirmary." Michael and William's descriptions of singing and singing were like cross talk.
When I went back to get textbooks with my two roommates, Ian heard a lot of descriptions of this competition, and he was very impressed by what William said about Marcus Flint falling off his broom. interest.
It’s not that I want to scare people with my majesty, but according to William and Michael’s joint description, when Marcus Flint of Slytherin fell off the broom, his head He can actually twist back 250 degrees crazily - what an exaggerated and outrageous description!
Ian really wanted to slap his two roommates in the face for they actually thought they would believe that Marcus Flint was an owl!
"Hurry up! Don't be caught up! That professor is scary!"
The afternoon class is Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Although everyone is quite afraid of Gilderoy Grindelwald, Gilderoy Grindelwald is a truly capable teacher. This has been unanimously agreed upon by the students in the school in recent days. .
“At least he is much better than the professor who was gored to death by a wild boar before the semester started!”
“The professor who was killed before the semester started will definitely not be better than this professor now!”
"Of course! He is Gilderoy Lockhart! The perfect man! Although he will be old when I grow up, I will definitely give birth to a daughter and let my daughter marry him. ! ”
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I have to say.
Gilderoy Grindelwald’s disguise is really excellent.
In addition to being unabashed when communicating with Ian, the various Lockhart details he showed in front of others made even the professors never have any doubts about him.
Although compared to the original Gilderoy Grindelwald, everyone feels that the real Gilderoy Lockhart may not be as arrogant and arrogant as the rumors say. of exaggeration. In fact, this made Professor McGonagall and other professors have a much better image of Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Today, we are going to get to know the centaurs." As soon as Gilderoy Grindelwald started teaching, Ian felt that as the first generation, he had the purpose, means and ruthlessness.
The tall centaur with a dull expression on his face, as if he had lost his soul and was still at the mercy of anyone, was obviously under the Imperius Curse. The whole horse's thoughts were completely influenced by Gilderoy Grindelwald. control.
This is not the limit.
As Gilderoy Grindelwald traced the history of the centaurs and analyzed their habits and characteristics, he began to lead the young wizards to study the weaknesses of the centaurs.
"Some people say that the internal structure of these beasts is no different from that of us humans, but this is not the case. The skin and some organs of the centaurs provide them with extremely strong magic resistance." As he spoke, Ji Drodo Grindelwald waved his hand, his movements as graceful as a conductor.
No spell was heard.
The next moment.
The strong body of the horseman began to twist in an unnatural way.
The muscles and bones gradually separated in ripples visible to the naked eye, but it was not accompanied by any painful groans - because Grindelwald's magic had frozen his perception in the moment of panic. Amidst the horrified looks and uncontrollable screams of countless young wizards, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded before the eyes of the witnesses.
The body of the horseman seemed to be dismantled by invisible forces. The limbs, trunk, head, and even every rib, every blood vessel, and every organ were separated from their original bodies in an incredible way. The restraints rose slowly, suspended in mid-air. They are not floating haphazardly.
Instead, they are arranged in a strange and harmonious layout, as if they can be put together again at any time to form a very, very vivid horseman.
Yes, it will be very vivid, because after the separation of the centaurs, Ian can still perceive the thoughts of the centaurs, which proves that the centaurs are still alive after being disintegrated.
In fact. This can also be seen if you look closely.
Although the suspended organs are no longer a complete life, they still maintain a certain form of vitality, as if wrapped in a thin magic film to maintain them The most basic form of existence. The heart is still beating weakly, the lungs seem to be breathing silently, and even the smallest nerve endings are flashing with a jumping light.
"Professor! What did you do!"
"Oh my God! It's dead! It must be dead!"
"Ugh~vomit~vomit~"
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Not everyone observes and perceives as calmly as Ian.
The suspended organs, even the blood vessels and the blood flowing in them were clearly visible at close range. The surreal scene made everyone present feel an indescribable horror. Of course, it was definitely much better than when facing the dementors, but many little witches were so frightened that they turned pale and vomited on the spot.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Ian raised his hand and couldn't help but ask Grindelwald. Compared to the panic of the students around him, his focus was on Gilderoy Grindelwald's magic.
"This is a torture spell. If you want to learn this magic, you need to have a good understanding of the structure of living things." Gilderoy Grindelwald glanced at Ian with approval.
He then quickly defended his words, "I am just a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I will not teach you such cruel black magic."
Just when Ian felt a little disappointed that he finally had room to display his [Butcher Instinct], Gilderoy Grindelwald spoke with a serious face and an extremely serious tone.
"Hogwarts has always prohibited the study of dark magic. If I find out who secretly went to my office and opened the third drawer from top to bottom of my sixth cabinet... haha , then don’t blame me for warning you severely, you definitely don’t want to know How severe is my warning?"
After Gilderoy Grindelwald finished speaking extremely seriously, he immediately showed a Lockhart-like smile, "I hope everyone can become independent thinkers. A good boy with great abilities."
While saying.
While he was approaching the centaur who was disintegrated by magic, it was as if time had been frozen.
"As you can see, the skin of centaurs has this layer of tissue more than that of humans. It is this layer of tissue that gives them magic resistance comparable to higher magical animals."
"As for the magic potion In terms of metabolism, it relies on this organ... It is not difficult to disrupt the function of this organ, but if you want to break through the magic resistance of the centaurs, That’s the real difficulty.”
“However, as you can see, the position of the centaurs at the steel gate is obviously not protected by the magic resistance organization, but it is obvious that some special skills are needed to attack here. ." Gilderoy Grindelwald used magic again to restore the dismembered centaur to its normal state.
"I hope you can actively ask questions during my demonstration." Before Gilderoy Grindelwald could start his performance, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was slammed open. Severus Snape, dressed in black robes with a haggard face, rushed into the classroom where teaching was in progress.
“Follow me!”
Snape didn't give Ian time to answer. He directly grabbed Ian and walked towards the door. He didn't even look at Gilderoy Grindelwald on the podium.
"Professor Snape, I think I am in class, are you going to take my students away from my class?" Gilderoy Grindelwald frowned and looked very unhappy.
"I have an urgent matter with him, and...what useful things can I learn from following you?" Snape's disdainful tone obviously did not give the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher any face. This was not something a headmaster could do, but there was a reason for Snape's words and actions.
"Lockhart, don't think that I don't know those things about you...Dumbledore asked me to be more restrained with you, but he obviously doesn't know how audacious you are."
Snape ignored Ian who was tugging at his robes. He stared at the man on the podium expressionlessly, "Dementor, Centaur, I hope your money will allow the Ministry of Magic to let you go for your crimes."
audacious in the extreme!
Really audacious!
Ian looked directly at his good uncle with his big eyes - Snape was really brave! He actually didn't even want to maintain a superficial relationship as colleagues!
"This is not something you need to worry about, Professor Snape." Gilderoy Grindelwald was scolded, but suddenly his frown turned into a smile.
"I have already explained it in the sixth grade class. There were never any dementors. I just let the little wizards in class that day experience the feeling of spiritual magic."
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He glanced at Ian thoughtfully and spoke briskly.
"Is this centaur also your spiritual magic? Oh, your magic can actually make me fall into the trap as well. Do I have to praise how powerful your magic is?"
Snape looked at the dull centaur on the podium with a sarcastic look. He found that his robe was about to be pulled into strips by Ian, and he glared at Ian fiercely with his panda eyes.
"This is a guilty centaur. I got a permit from the Ministry of Magic." Gilderoy Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and sure enough he took out a permit from the Ministry of Magic. prove.
This made Snape extremely incredible.
Under the gaze of all the young Ravenclaw wizards, Snape felt that he was losing face, so he could only forcefully hold back a harsh word and pull Ian out.
"It seems that your money is indeed very useful, and even the Ministry of Magic can smoothen relations." The angry Snape did not want to stay any longer, and disappeared around the corner of the gate with a somewhat reluctant Ian. . Many young wizards did not react after Ian was taken away. Gilderoy Grindelwald also looked at the gate with the young wizards.
He did not stop Snape from taking Ian away, but his eyes turned slightly white in the blind area of the young wizards' vision, but the eyes that quickly turned white shrank back to their original appearance. .
"Professor Snape is not usually like this. It seems that something big happened to their family." Gilderoy Grindelwald just frowned slightly, but he was unable to activate the depression and curiosity of failure. , he just used a joking voice to draw everyone's attention back with a double entendre.
“Let’s forget about the low-quality Potions teacher and go back to our high-quality Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I think Professor Snape must be jealous of my talent.”
Teaching continues.
It’s just that Ian obviously couldn’t get the full experience of this class. He was dragged all the way to the basement by Snape, and entered Snape's office in a confused state of mind that had no idea what was going on.
"Aren't you sick? It's true! You didn't let me endure it, but you secretly endured so much in the office..." As soon as Ian entered, he smelled the familiar smell of potion brewing.
Nothing more.
Before he could jump, he discovered that the potions all over the table were all gray in color, and had nothing to do with the gem-like dark blue unlimited fire potions.
Did you blame your good uncle wrongly?
Snape was rinsing the cauldron there, and Ian walked forward with some doubts, picked up a bottle of gray-white potion from the table, uncorked the bottle and put it next to his nose.
The materials are indeed correct... but the smell is slightly different. In addition, the completely different color is the same. It is obviously not the smell that the unlimited fire potion should have.
"Is this your improved variety?" Ian asked curiously, but found that Snape's expression became even more gloomy, and he put up all the reprocessed crucibles.
There are six pots.
The quantity and even the placement of the potion were exactly the same as when he discovered that Ian had secretly brewed the potion. Ian felt like he had returned to that afternoon in the Room of Requirement.
“What does this mean?”
Ian saw Snape take out six processed materials and place them on the table. Only then did Ian notice that there was a bottle of bright golden potion on the table.
“Don’t touch that thing!”
Snape saw where Ian’s gaze fell, and he quickly wanted to rush forward to collect the potion, but Ian who was standing in front of the table was already there Quickly picking up the bottle and removing the cork.
The taste has never been tasted before.
But not unfamiliar.
“You really did something bad by taking my hair!” Ian had never been so angry as he was today, because he smelled the unique smell of polyjuice in the bottle! He had previously suspected that Snape was using his hair to cook this thing, but he didn't expect that Snape was actually caught by him now!
The polyjuice potion needs to be prepared for twenty-one days. This uncle who is more evil than evil is really deep in the city. I wonder if he has always had the habit of pretending to be someone else to do bad things!
“I don’t know what you are talking about!”
Snape's eyes flickered, and he snatched the bottle from Ian's hand, "Think about it with your mind, what do I need to do to become like you?"
Snape also knew that he could not hide the ingredients of the potion in the bottle from Ian. After all, no one knew Ian's potion level better than him, the professor.
“Go and make some medicine!”
He ordered to Ian.
Seeing that Ian did not move and just stood there staring at him, Snape frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay you! Go and make the medicine!"
Ian still didn't act.
"What do you want?"
Snape was obviously helpless.
"I want to know what you did when you turned into me!" Ian really didn't expect Snape to be such a pervert. Sure enough, Qiu Zhang would call him a pervert. The fault lies with the family. On the head.
"I've only used it in this office." Snape slumped in the chair a little weakly. He was obviously unwilling to reveal his true purpose to Ian.
"Huh?"
Ian was a little hard to understand.
"Make the medicine!"
Snape felt Ian's suspicious eyes, his expression was as aggrieved and uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit, and he had no idea what he was doing. An error has occurred.
Or is it a miracle that such a potion can be brewed successfully once? If this was the case, it would actually be good. There would be no need for him to choose a material from the formula and try to exterminate the material.
"Okay, Professor, I don't want your Galleons. I just need you to help me convert my Galleons into pounds and send them to my home at Christmas time." Ian said after getting Snape After answering, he stopped being a fool and started brewing unlimited fire potion.
Not unfamiliar. Originally, Ian thought that Snape would correct some of his operations, but he never thought that Snape had been just watching his every step, with no intention of giving any advice, until the dark blue potion was poured out. After entering the bottle, there was only the "gurgling" sound of the potion in the office.
“You want six pots?”
Ian handed the boiled potion to Snape. He looked at the remaining five pots and was about to continue. , and was kicked out of the office by Snape, who had a gloomy expression.
“Get your Galleons ready!”
He had no intention of breaking his promise.
Just the action of closing the door is very rough. Ian wanted to put his ear against the door to listen to what was going on inside, but found that the only sound in Snape's office was the cleaning of the cauldron.
I listened for about five minutes.
Ian just felt very bored.
"Maybe I can catch up on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class now." Unable to figure out what happened to Snape, Ian was still thinking about the valuable Grindelwald lectures. He didn't feel that what he could endure could not be endured by Snape. Maybe it was because Snape had misremembered the steps of the ritual?
Although Snape is a master of potions, staying up late will weaken people's memory... There is still a possibility. It can't be that only he can make this kind of potion, right?
Hmm... It doesn't seem impossible. Maybe you can ask Teacher Morgan next time what's going on - Ian used his habitual thinking of going to his tutor when he encounters problems.
Just some time after Ian left the basement.
“How could it be like this!”
Snape looked at his failed work again in disbelief. He had perfectly reproduced all of Ian’s steps one to one, even Even the time taken for each step is replicated at the same time.
However.
The potion that appears after using the wand to perform the ritual is still gray-white in color. It has some effects on invigorating the magic power, but it cannot show the same effect and quality as the dark blue potion.
"My steps are correct, even if I turn into him...?" Snape was puzzled. He paced back and forth in the office for a long time and couldn't figure out the reason.
"Dumbledore won't be back until tonight, and I don't dare to ask him for help. Maybe I can look for it in the restricted book section of the library. After all, that kid said that his formula came from there."
This is the thought.
Snape walked out of the office in a hurry, his hurried gesture keeping the cats in the corridor away. He met fellow Hogwarts professor Sybill Trelawney in the lobby on the first floor.
"Good afternoon, Snape."
Sibyl Trelawney has fluffy hair and thick eyeglasses. She is holding a crystal carefully. The ball is obviously a teaching tool for senior wizards.
"You seem to be troubled, yes, I can feel it..." Sybill Trelawney entered the state in advance, and grabbed Snape with some expression.
"I am not your student, and there is no need to perform in front of me, Professor Trelawney." Snape's eyes were cold and he threw away Sybill Trelawney's hand.
He continued walking towards the library.
However.
Sybill Trelawney behind her suddenly twitched, her eyes rolled upwards, and then, a voice that didn't seem like hers came out of her mouth softly.
"Why don't you ask about that book, the one you got early in life, the one that created the Squib Resurrection Potion." Sybill Trelawney's words made Snape stop. Stepped down.
He turned back in horror.
He looked at Sybill Trelawney with disbelief. However, after saying these words, Sybill Trelawney twitched a few more times like an epilepsy.
"What's wrong with you, Snape?"
She seemed to have completely forgotten what happened just now.
"Do you remember what you just said?" Snape stared at Sybill Trelawney, and he saw a blank emotion in Sybill Trelawney's eyes.
Snape finally breathed a sigh of relief with complicated eyes.
"Sorry, I have something else to do."
His attitude improved a little, and he even started running. He quickly returned to his office and opened the potion he had taken out before. Dark grid.
Without any hesitation.
Snape took down a brick from the secret grid. When the brick came into his hands, it immediately turned into a book, or more like a very old diary. The bright red cover seems to reflect the owner's character, and the owner of the diary has a name that is very familiar to Ian - Morgan Le Fay.
Except for the cover.
There is no text in this diary. Snape sat back at his desk, hesitating for a long time, then gritted his teeth, picked up his quill, and wrote his question on it.
“Is the formula of the resuscitation potion incomplete?”
He wrote down his doubts.
[Search results, keyword resuscitation potion: All the recipes for resuscitation potion have been presented. The answer you are looking for is not recorded in this note. Perhaps you should look for verification methods elsewhere. . ] Writing began to appear on the blank page of the diary, with a feeling similar to a search engine response.
"It's true. I still can't believe the prophecy of that crazy woman. What kind of evil is Ian's damn unlimited fire potion." Just as Snape sighed with a depressed expression, he was about to start again. When sealing the book, something unexpected happened to him.
No words were written though.
But the writing on the diary reappeared.
[Search results, keyword unlimited fire potion: Apocalypse potion pre-potion, cannot be copied, the formula is unknown, my master has a record.
This is a taboo in the world and requires the permission of the gods. 】
(End of this chapter)