The office was silent.
Snape frowned deeply as he stared at the notebook before him. The writing on it slowly vanished after appearing, yet the words that had surfaced seemed to have been branded deep into his mind.
He could not dispel them at all.
A taboo of the mortal world, requiring the consent of the gods.
Judging by the effects of that finished potion, it could grant magic to creatures without magical power. It truly qualified as a taboo that should never have existed in the mortal world.
Snape agreed strongly with the notebook.
But what concerned him most was the phrase that followed: "requiring the consent of the gods."
"Does that mean one needs a god's permission to brew this so-called Apocalypse Potion... Yet the key to the Apocalypse Potion seems to be the Unlimited Firepower Potion brewed by Ian Prince."
Of course, Snape was not an atheist, but neither was he a believer.
Like most wizards, he believed only in what he saw with his own eyes. Perhaps it was wizards' logical rationality that allowed Snape to notice certain abnormalities in the notebook's information.
"This notebook from thousands of years ago not only knows the name of the potion I brewed, but has already named it. It even knows the name Unlimited Firepower Potion."
That was the truly spine-chilling, terrifying-upon-closer-thought part. If the formula for the Apocalypse Potion had existed long ago, then it might not merely shake the origins of wizards.
No one knew whether gods existed.
But anyone who shook worldly beliefs would surely suffer a calamity comparable to Divine Punishment.
If he had not personally brewed that potion, Snape felt that he, too, would have wanted to kill at all costs the person who unearthed such a mad truth.
He was no good person