"Brewing potions isn't cooking!"
Snape's roar was deafening.
Yet it failed to sink in.
The Young Wizards were only silent because they had been intimidated, not because they had been convinced into lowering their heads.
"Look at what you've done!"
Snape already regretted letting Ian try his hand at it. Some things only needed to be learned; they did not necessarily need hands-on practice. Why had he let this guy lead everyone astray?
When he saw Ian's finished product,
although Snape was still dissatisfied with Ian's attitude and deeply annoyed by Ian's words influencing the Young Wizards, he ultimately acknowledged that Ian had completed the assignment.
"Passable, but it lacks the soul of a potion. There is no respect for potion-making."
Snape gritted his teeth as he gave his evaluation. However, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed completely, and his gloomy face returned to its usual expressionless state.
The Old Bat was furious.
But he seemed to have secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As though he had been unburdened.
Ian did not know whether it was just his imagination.
"I don't want to see you being this lazy in the next class, nor do I want to hear your damned ideas again. Only potions brewed with care can achieve their greatest effect." Snape gave him a halfhearted reprimand, snatched Ian's still-warm potion, and carried Ian's hard-earned work to the lectern.
"I am very disappointed in all of you. Some of you can't even complete the simplest potion. I even saw Young Wizards brew their potions into a shit-colored orange-yellow mess."
Snape swept his gaze around the room, then raised Ian's potion.
"Though this is merely rigid, lifeless adherence to the textbook, its completion is still better than most idiots' work. I hope you take a good look at what