The afternoon class was A History of Magic.
Ian chose to skip it.
It was not that he had any objection to an entire afternoon of quality sleep. He simply did not want to seem out of place in the dormitory. After all, both of his roommates had skipped an afternoon class yesterday as well.
Besides, if he did not experience the thrill of skipping class now, it would not be worth it once he had several classes a day in the future. After all, skipping one class for an entire afternoon was not the same as skipping two. Ian could tell which was the better deal.
Unlike most young wizards who skipped class merely to rest or have fun, Ian spent the entire afternoon in the Room of Requirement, tinkering with and studying Morgan the Witch's potion formula.
Love Potion had an extremely long history.
Finished Love Potion shimmered with a pearly sheen and gave off distinctive spiralling steam. Its scent varied from person to person, manifesting in each individual's mind according to their preferences. A highly skilled potion-maker could even stir overwhelmingly intense feelings of infatuation within the drinker.
However.
No one had ever created a feeling that was truly unbreakable and worthy of being called love. Ian did not think Teacher Morgan's formula could remedy that flaw.
It might not be an aphrodisiac.
But it certainly could not bring someone true love. That was why Love Potion was classified as a prohibited potion: it merely made the drinker become intensely dependent on someone.
Even if Love Potion's effects lasted long enough, they were probably no different from the effects of money... Ian despised the stuff, but that did not stop him from analysing certain aspects of it. As the saying went, true knowledge came from practice. To