After running away from his chance encounter with Snape in the darkness, Ian returned to the Room of Requirement. All the way there, he reflected on how he had truly let his guard down too much during his recent night wanderings.
"I still need to keep an eye on the Marauder's Map whenever I go out at night."
Ian felt that he had nearly earned himself another detention. Although Filch, who patrolled at night, did not dare catch him, that did not mean he would not run into other professors in the dark.
Whether it was Professor McGonagall or the other three Heads of House, none of them would show favoritism when it came to enforcing and punishing violations of the School Rules. Professor Snape, in particular, might even add some personal feelings into the mix.
"Of all the school rules, the most important one is not getting caught."
Ian absolutely did not want his Good Uncle catching him out again. If there was a toilet, his Good Uncle would genuinely make him scrub it. He had already spent enough of the early stages of every loop as a shit-scooper.
To be honest.
During one of the loops, Ian had even enlisted a Dementor to work for him. It had frightened several Young Wizards who stayed up at night so badly that they fainted.
That loop had truly been utter chaos. Ian had instead suffered even more punishment from Snape. Perhaps the professor he "feared" most at Hogwarts now was his own Good Uncle.
Snape really had a talent for tormenting people.
"Process these ingredients for me. I'm about to complete a great masterpiece!" Ian kept watch over the bubbling potion as he pushed the substitute ingredients he had found toward the Dementor.
The now well-trained Dementor immediately began working