The dome of the Room of Requirement was draped with dark purple curtains.
The dim light flickered unsteadily, as if echoing Ian's foul mood.
Ian stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips, eyes wide with rage as he loudly cursed at the air. "That Old Bat Snape actually dared to steal my Potion Ingredients! How can he be so shameless?!"
As he cursed, Ian paced back and forth across the room, his footsteps making the floorboards creak. His face was flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Every expression and movement revealed the extreme anguish in his heart.
He understood!
He understood everything!
The truth had also come to light through the effects of the time-reversal magic! Ian had never expected to be pecked by the goose himself one day. Good Uncle Snape had actually started fleecing him!
"Damn it!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Back when he used to fleece Snape, he had initially left Galleons behind to buy the ingredients. It was only after Snape berated him and said he didn't care for his Galleons that Ian began going empty-handed and returning with full arms.
By all rights.
It was simply proper reciprocity.
Ian could choose not to take payment! But how could Snape not leave Galleons behind?! The ingredients Ian used for brewing were all top-grade goods, and most of them were premium items specially saved for him by his good friend Hagrid!
"Despicable Old Bat! Do I want Galleons? What I want is an attitude!" Ian tried to summon the feminist spirit within himself. He also could not understand why Snape had been able to enter this room where he brewed potions.
What he understood even less was how Snape knew what Potion