The afternoon class is class A History of Magic.
Ian chose to skip class.
It's not that he has any objections to high-quality sleep throughout the afternoon, he just doesn't want to be unsociable in the dormitory. After all, his two roommates also skipped an afternoon class yesterday.
And if you don't experience skipping classes now, it will obviously not be worthwhile if you choose to skip classes after a period of time when you have to attend several classes every day. After all, a whole afternoon is only counted as skipping class once, and a whole afternoon is counted as two skipping classes. Ian can still clearly distinguish which is more serious.
Unlike most little wizards who skip school just to rest or have fun, Ian spent the whole afternoon in Room of Requirement, tinkering and studying the Morgan witch's Potions formula.
Amortentia has a very long heritage.
The finished Amortentia will sparkle with the luster of pearls and have a unique spiral rising vapor. Its smell varies from person to person, and will present different flavors in different people's minds based on personal preferences. A skilled pharmacist can even induce extremely strong feelings of love in the user's heart.
Nothing more.
So far, no one has been able to create that kind of truly unbreakable emotion that can be called love, and Ian doesn't think teacher Morgan's formula can improve this shortcoming.
It may not be an aphrodisiac.
But it absolutely cannot bring true love to people, which is why Amortentia is classified as an illegal drug. Amortentia only makes the person who takes the drug have a strong attachment to someone.
Even if the effect of Amortentia is long enough, it is probably about the same as the effect of money ability... Ian despises this kind of thing, but this does not prevent him from analyzing some things in Potions. As the saying goes, practice makes true knowledge, and to analyze the knowledge you want to gain, Ian must pay attention to the situation after each Potions material is changed.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
The classroom was filled with a unique herbal aroma, mixed with a heart-stopping mysterious fragrance, which was the unique fragrance emitted by Amortentia during the cooking process. Compared with the traditional Amortentia cooking method that is popular today, Teacher Morgan's recipe obviously does not need to be brewed for three months.
Of course.
The price is that the cost of the materials used during brewing will increase significantly. This is already the recipe modified by the Morgan witch, but Ian still couldn't find enough materials in Potions Classroom. He had to go to Uncle Good Snape's office again, which only solved most of the material problems.
"Some fresh ingredients can probably only be found in that place." Ian glanced at the dementor who was wearing an elf apron and standing next to him like a chef. "You have to watch this pot for me. Don't let the fire below go out, and don't let it get smaller or bigger."
Faced with such complex commands.
Dementor, which looked a bit cute as hell, immediately floated over - maybe their species is not low in IQ, but rather unfamiliar with the "foreign language" expressions in the real world.
Dementor could at least hear Ian's orders clearly, and he could also execute them very accurately. The face hidden under the cloak was directly in front of the fire.
It cannot see the flame.
But obviously it can sense the temperature.
"Work hard, and next year I will capture Scabbers from Ron and give it to you." Ian didn't mean to make a big deal out of it, mainly because he really didn't see in Gryffindor's dormitory. The figure of Peter Pettigrew. Although this Animagus will be given to Ron next year, it is obvious that Ron's brother has already disliked his old mouse this year.
I don't know if I feel it's hard to say it in front of the girl I like – after all, it's normal to take a girl to watch a cat do somersaults, but who has ever heard of taking a girl to watch a mouse do somersaults?
"Hey, if I had known I could harvest a Pokemon, I wouldn't have taken Voldemort on the Limbo voyage..." Ian first went to House-elf's kitchen.
Then he took stock of the materials he still lacked. He used Marauder's Map to bypass the area where the professors were active. After leaving the castle, he ran in the direction of Forbidden Forest.
Tell the truth.
Ian really wants to learn the flying monkey-like magic of Snape. It may not be as handsome as the magic cloak, but it definitely has unique advantages in rushing and running.
All the way across the grassland.
He soon arrived at the cabin on the edge of Forbidden Forest.
The cabin looks quite old, with wood that varies in depth and depth, and is covered with grass. It even coexists harmoniously with the surrounding lush forests. The roof is covered with thick moss and a few clusters of stubbornly growing wild flowers.
In addition to some common farm tools, there were several cold weapons and long crossbows at the door, and the oversized rubber galoshes made Ian feel like he could even stick his head in and explore.
"Perhaps it can also be seen as committing suicide."
Ian first deliberately opened half of the schoolbag behind him to reveal the fresh meat inside, and then hugged the prepared big ribs and some biscuits to his chest.
Be prepared.
He knocked on the cabin door.
"Who is looking for me at this time? Fang, stop barking, this is not Forbidden Forest." Amidst a burst of ferocious barking, the rough voice got closer and closer to the door.
As the door opens.
Hagrid, whose face was full of beards, caught Ian's eyes. He was Hogwarts's key keeper and gamekeeper, and he was also Dumbledore's most loyal assistant and friend.
Although Hagrid lost his qualifications and academic status as a wizard due to Voldemort's frame-up and persecution in his youth, this also made him one of the richest people in Hogwarts.
Looking at the entire wizarding world, this is probably the case - Unicorn's tail hair can be sold for 10 Galleon on the black market, but what does Hagrid usually use it for?
He will use it as a bandage. It can be said that Hagrid's Hut is just a wooden house, but many things accumulated in the wooden house are all kinds of valuable materials.
"Professor Hagrid! I am Ian. Prince. Do you still remember me? When I was next to Black Lake when I entered school this year, you even praised me as your favorite little one."
Ian held up the biscuits and big sticks in his hands. Half-Giant in front of him was more than three meters tall. He was really like a little chicken in front of Hagrid.
"Oh, yes, of course I remember you, hahaha, you are the only little guy who calls me professor." Hagrid took the gift from Ian with a happy expression on his face.
"You actually brought me a gift! This is so touching!" Hagrid's big hand was placed on Ian's head again, and the possible crisis of Tianling Gai was once again so intense.
He may be really moved, but Ian is a little afraid to move.
"I also brought some snacks for your dog. It is still growing and needs to eat a lot of meat." Ian felt that after Half-Giant rubbed his hair, it could directly become a chicken coop for raising old hens. He quickly took advantage of Hagrid to wipe his nose and took off the book full of meat from his back and handed it over.
"You actually even considered Fang! Oh my god! Dumbledore often told me that you are a good boy, and I think Dumbledore is really right!"
Hagrid brought tears to his eyes.
Ian obviously gained his full favor.
"It's just that I don't have anything to give you in return. Maybe you would like to eat Rock Cakes?" Hagrid wanted to go back to the house to get something, but he hesitated and didn't want to let go of the door that was blocked by his body.
Probably because he was worried that the little wizard in front of him would think he was rude, he used the "vicious" vicious dog that had hidden under the bed to explain his behavior with a guilty expression.
"Fang is a Neapolitan Mastiff, very ferocious, yes, very ferocious, and it also hates strangers, yes, yes, that's it... so I'm worried that it may hurt you." Hagrid is obviously not a very good liar. When he spoke, he simply violated all taboos on lying.
His eyes were wandering, his words were repetitive, his movements were unnatural, and the most important thing was that he actually arched his nose. Even if Ian didn't have the extraordinary characteristics of [Thought Perception], you could still tell that he was lying.
"It's okay, I won't go in, and I'm not hungry now." Ian didn't want to embarrass his teeth, and he didn't want to embarrass Hagrid either. "I just want to ask you to help me." As a favor, I hope you can take me to Forbidden Forest to look for some materials. I need some St. John's Wort, Essence of Belladonna, and Unicorn Saliva."
As we all know, Forbidden Forest is the back garden of Four Founders, with everything in it. Of course Ian can go in and search for it by himself, but he is obviously not as familiar with the various distributions in Forbidden Forest as the locals. If Hagrid can be used as a guide, perhaps a lot of time can be saved in finding the required materials.
"Child, first-year students are not allowed to go to Forbidden Forest. It is very dangerous there. Even for adult wizards, there are many creatures in Forbidden Forest that can kill them." Upon hearing the word Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's expression suddenly became serious. What he needs to guard against most is the little wizard who is curious about Forbidden Forest.
While saying this, Hagrid put Ian's gift on the shelf at the door of the cabin, and then returned the schoolbag to Ian. During this process, he used his body to block the door.
"I just need some materials to refine Potions." Ian quickly made a pitiful look, "I have some special Potions homework that needs to be completed. If I can't complete it, I may be finished. You also know that some Potions teachers really don't make sense at all."
Ian didn't lie.
The art of language lies in the paradoxical truth.
"It is indeed Snape! He will definitely put you in solitary confinement! Dumbledore said he is your uncle, but I bet that the last thing this guy cares about is his relatives!" Hagrid had an angry look on his face. He had no good impressions of Snape. The fact that Ian was "making things difficult" immediately made him sympathize.
"I still can't take you to Forbidden Forest. This is the rule of Hogwarts. However, I can help you collect it at Forbidden Forest. The premise is that you have to stay there obediently. Pumpkin Patch." Hagrid stepped out of the door of the wooden house. Before Ian could see clearly inside, he quickly turned around and closed the door.
"Okay, no problem."
Ian is thoughtful.
Very obediently, I followed Hagrid to Pumpkin Patch outside the cabin. Since Halloween was approaching, the place was already covered with pumpkins that looked like they had been enlarged.
"Really, my dog is very vicious. Don't try to sneak in, it will definitely bite you." Hagrid reminded Ian a little uneasily as he carried several large buckets to Forbidden Forest.
"I'm most afraid of dogs."
Ian gave Hagrid a reassurance. Seeing Hagrid's huge body getting farther and farther away and disappearing from the entrance of Forbidden Forest, he immediately squatted in Pumpkin Patch and caught the caterpillar.
This is actually a kind of Potions material. With the idea that everything comes back, Ian used the schoolbag returned by Hagrid to start looking for fresh caterpillars in Pumpkin Patch.
Time passed quickly.
Just when Ian felt like he was about to become a caterpillar hunter, Hagrid came back carrying several large buckets. This Half-Giant was the real frog killer.
When he saw a large bucket of Frog Brains, Ian was completely stunned. He was a little worried that Hagrid had killed all the frogs in the entire Forbidden Forest, right?
"Actually, it doesn't cost that much."
Ian The whole person was a little stunned.
"It's easy, little wizards usually fail many times when brewing Potions. Anyway, I basically never succeeded when I was in school. The Potions used by Snape to make things difficult for you will definitely be difficult to succeed." With that, Hagrid handed several large buckets to Ian. In addition to a bucket of brains, St. John's Wort and Essence of Belladonna each had more than half a bucket.
"Unicorn is a creature that is very difficult to encounter. I only met the two familiar ones today." Hagrid took out a bottle as big as a water glass from his arms. A bottle full of Unicorn's saliva made people doubt whether Hagrid had any special way to make Unicorn spit at him.
"Thank you! Professor Hagrid!"
Ian carefully put the bottle into the robe.
Hagrid scratched his head, "Although I like the way you call me, I'm really not a professor. In fact, I was expelled by Hogwarts many years ago."
His voice was a little sad.
"You don't have to have a diploma to be a professor. I believe that in this field Magical Creatures, you have enough knowledge to be qualified to serve in any magic school."
"You are also willing to help young wizards who ask for help. How can you say that this is not something that a professor would do? Any school would be honored to hire a professor as knowledgeable and kind as you."
This is the truth from Ian's heart.
If Hagrid's character could be a little less careless and careless, he would definitely be considered one of the most outstanding among Professor Care of Magical Creatures.
"You're almost convinced that I'm awesome when I say it! Hahahaha! I always thought I only liked Gryffindor, but now it seems Ravenclaw is also a good college!" Hagrid was so happy that he couldn't help but touch Ian's head with his big hand, messing up Ian's hair style again.
"It's all true! I think you will definitely become our professor, it's just a matter of time." Ian decisively escaped from Hagrid's clutches by squatting down.
His words made Hagrid's face full of yearning and happiness, "If I can really become Hogwarts's professor, I will definitely give you a Dragon Egg! Yes! Dragon Egg!"
He obviously didn't believe that there was such a possibility in his heart, otherwise he would definitely not have made such a promise. The tall Half-Giant actually had an inferiority complex that many people couldn't sense.
"Okay! Okay! This is what you said!" Ian's eyes lit up. If Dumbledore could not be found on Marauder's Map, he would have sent a letter of recommendation to Dumbledore if he wanted to go back quickly.
The wizarding world is also a network society.
Dumbledore can personally promise that Dumbledore Family is his Ian's network.
"Of course!" Hagrid's beard was trembling with laughter. He looked at the sun that was starting to sink in the sky. "If you are free during the day, you can come over to play with me. We will definitely become friends. But you should return to the castle now, otherwise the real professors in the castle will punish you."
A very kind reminder.
Ian Lift large buckets and small buckets of materials.
"Professor Hagrid."
Before he left, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Hagrid, who had already walked to the door, as if he wanted to wait for him to leave completely before he dared to open the door of his wooden house.
"I think I will definitely be able to get your Dragon Egg, but you must be alive before that." Ian's heartfelt words made Hagrid feel confused for a while.
"Ah? What's wrong with me?"
He even touched his whole body to confirm that he had no wounds. Ian blinked his eyes and tried to remind him gently in a nonchalant voice.
"Erumpent cannot be kept in the house... people will die really quickly." He did not sneak into the house, but he actually caught a glimpse of Hagrid when he opened the door.
"Fang keeps barking, but he's not afraid of me."
Finished.
Ian turned around and ran towards the castle.
Hagrid was left alone with a red face and a little confused.
Room of Requirement.
Special Potions Classroom, Ian who rushed back closely watched the changes in the crucible, adjusting the heat from time to time to ensure that Potions could react as expected.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
The crucible is bubbling.
Ian stood in front of the crucible where Potions was being cooked, carefully mixing the Potions materials in his hands. He stretched out his hand, and next to him Dementor automatically handed him Potions in the order he arranged - this would definitely be a scene that would shock other wizards, but there was no one else in Room of Requirement.
"I need the spoon over there, not the knife, idiot! Can't you remember their shapes?" Ian felt what Snape felt when he was in class, but he felt that sooner or later he would be able to cultivate a Dementor that could boil Potions on its own. The Barnabas the Barmy outside looked at it with envy.
"..."
Dementor feels extremely wronged.
However, he still followed the instructions and found a spoon - one that was bigger than Ian's head. This was always an improvement. Ian could only use this spoon to load the prepared ingredients and put the ingredients into the crucible and stir vigorously - this was already the sixth pot. Ian was constantly trying to increase or decrease the formula to find the possibility he needed.
The more you study.
The more Ian realizes that what Teacher Morgan really wants to teach is hidden in the formula of Amortentia, which is also very reasonable. After all, if it is just a prank, Teacher Morgan does not have to tear off her own Ceremonial Dress.
"Fairy Grass is the plant that gave birth to Flower Fairy. Currently, there are only a very small number of Fairy Grass in East Asia. Teacher Mara obviously did not see this in the textbook I gave."
Ian's sixth pot Potions encountered a problem. He had used up all Fairy Grass of Snape. If he wanted to continue studying this pot of Potions needs to find a substitute just like teacher Morgan improved the formula. His Potions level is not high yet, so it is obviously not easy to find a substitute by himself.
"Perhaps that book <Modern Applications of Ancient Potions> can contain answers that have already been discovered." When Ian was a little troubled, he also thought of Hogwarts's library.
He hurriedly rushed out of Room of Requirement, looked at the closing time, and quickly ran to the library - if it didn't work, he might have to ask Half-Blood Prince for help. After spying on some strange things in the formula, Ian couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley to buy materials during the holiday.
"Fortunately it's not closed!" Ian entered the library and went straight to the Potions area. However, he found that a book he had seen before was no longer on the bookshelf where it was originally placed.
Has it been adjusted?
Or was it borrowed?
"Madam Pince, can you help me see if the book <Modern Applications of Ancient Potions> is still in the library?" Ian chose to ask the librarian for help after searching to no avail.
However.
Before Madam Pince, who was working on Lockhart, raised his head to answer.
"Is this the book you're looking for?"
A young wizard sitting in front of the desk suddenly spoke. Ian turned his head and looked over, only to find that <Modern Applications of Ancient Potions> was in the hands of this young wizard.
He is obviously.
"Yes... it seems that you have borrowed it before me." Ian thought to himself that he was a little slow. Before he could ask, the young wizard stood up, closed the book, walked over and handed it to him.
"I'm just killing time. You seem to be in urgent need. As the professor of Hogwarts, I obviously can't compete with the little wizard for the right to use the books here."
The young wizard has a gentle smile on his face. He has brown hair, which is long and fluffy. It is braided into simple braids and naturally hangs down on both sides of his shoulders.
"Are you a professor?"
Ian immediately changed his title. He was a little unbelievable that the young wizard in front of him, who looked to be in his twenties, could actually hold the position of professor in Hogwarts.
I don't know which subject he teaches, but it's definitely not the main subject.
"If you can get excellent grades in all three courses: Charms, Ancient Runes, and Transfiguration in the O. W. L. s exam in fifth grade, you can take the elective course taught by me in sixth grade." The young wizard smiled slightly, and the mustache under his nose stretched.
He looks like a quiet scholar, but he also has a very calm temperament. His chrome green eyes are very similar to Ian, but his gaze is much deeper than Ian.
"You are Professor Arthur. Jin!" Ian was a little surprised. He had always thought that the Professor Alchemy he had longed for should be a wizard not much younger than Dumbledore.
After all, this is a subject that requires time and experience to accumulate.
"It seems that you are indeed very interested in Alchemy. Ordinary young wizards will not pay attention to the elective courses for senior students. They will only pay more attention to whether they will fail to repeat the grade at the end of the semester." Arthur. Jin smiled softly, his tone was very humorous, and he seemed to have an aura of peace far beyond his age.
"I have been studying Alchemy, professor. I think this course is unreasonable as an elective course. If the little wizards cannot get good interest induction, how can they carry forward Alchemy?" Ian is actually feeling unfair to himself. What he urgently needs now is a teacher who can guide him Alchemy at any time.
Dumbledore may be a suitable candidate, but he has not seen Dumbledore on Marauder's Map for two days. This old man is really not afraid of Voldemort taking advantage of the situation - well, Dumbledore does not seem to need to worry, after all, the teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts in the school is now a really ruthless person.
"Little wizard, Alchemy has the threshold. If a wizard does not have enough accumulation, he will only get a worse experience in this course than studying A History of Magic." Arthur. Professor Jin said with a teasing voice without any arrogance, as if he was explaining a very simple trivial matter.
"I think my accumulation is pretty good. I can even show you my invention Housewife's Joy Box. Can I find a chance to audit your class?"
Ian spoke expectantly and changed his only work to a warmer name. He didn't want Hogwarts's teacher to treat him as Tom's second best.
This school is post-traumatic.
"Want to learn from me Alchemy?"
Arthur. Jin looked at him and responded in a slightly thoughtful tone, "Under normal circumstances, I would definitely not want to accept students of your age, but your map is quite good, which makes me interested in you. Maybe you can become a little wizard that I can make an exception for."
His words made Ian slightly stunned.
"What map..."
Ian smiled a little guiltily.
He didn't expect that Arthur. Jin actually knew that the items he sold must be Qiu. Zhang's friends. There was a mole among his friends. He was obviously named Qiu. Zhang and publicized that the contraband items came from James. Potter.
The young professor seemed to see the doubts in Ian's heart.
"Alchemy's creations will always retain traces of the creator. It is not difficult to trace the creator. Even Master Nicolas Flamel cannot erase this trace." Arthur. Jin put his hand on Ian's shoulder, and Ian noticed that the professor was wearing a bronze ring on his finger.
Before Ian could carefully identify the inscription on the ring, Arthur. Jin withdrew his hand and said, "If possible, I would like to ask about your study progress in Alchemy."
Hearing such a question, Ian immediately cheered up, "I have already finished studying Master Nicolas Flamel's <Detailed Alchemy> and <Magical Alchemy>."
"In fact, I have now begun to learn the application of Transfiguration in Alchemy." In terms of learning progress, Ian never hides and pretends to be a weakling.
"Huh?"
Arthur. Jin was obviously stunned for a moment.
"It's only a little slower than I used to be... It's really evil." Arthur. Jin muttered inexplicably, then immediately raised his head and said to Ian, "But genius is only the threshold to enter the Alchemy field. To gain my approval, you should be more than a genius."
Arthur. Jin smiled and said, "If you can study and understand Room of Requirement next year, my office door will be open for you in the next semester."
Another sentence that Ian didn't expect.
Room of Requirement is not a secret known to everyone in Hogwarts.
And... asking a first-grade wizard to study and understand the principle of Room of Requirement? What is the difference between asking a primary school student to study string theory after he has learned 1+1!
"I think you want to deliberately embarrass me..." Ian feels that this young and shameless Professor Alchemy is not at all as talkative as he seems on the surface.
The methods used to deal with other professors may not be effective.
"Come on, kid. If you can't reach a level that is beyond the reach of others, why do you take up my time? My duty is only to teach those students of the specified age group Hogwarts, and I only receive that salary." Arthur. Jin chuckled and walked towards the library door.
"If you want me to make an exception for you, you have to become not just my student, but my apprentice... This is not against you, but I have always been very demanding on this point."
"This has been the case for many years - if you can prove that you are worthy of walking among the stars, believe me, I will definitely teach you more than just Alchemy."
The dark green robe was very elegant, and the figure of Professor Alchemy disappeared around the corner of the door.
When he met a young professor who was more pretentious than Grindelwald, Ian was very depressed, but fortunately, the book <Modern Applications of Ancient Potions> did help him find a substitute for Fairy Grass.
Facts have proved that there are many talented wizards in modern times. They can use two common medicinal materials to replace the function of Fairy Grass. In Ian's opinion, it is indeed a stunning innovation.
"I would like to make this Potions Master the king of Amortentia!" Ian looked at the map, confirmed that Snape was in the Great Hall, and immediately sneaked into Snape's office with familiarity.
This is the fourth-dimensional real pocket of Potions version Doraemon. As long as it is not an extinct or rare material, you can always find the corresponding collection in Snape's office.
"This, this, and that... I guess this is not enough." Ian In order to avoid running back and forth repeatedly, he also replenished a lot of materials that he had already consumed.
A big pocket.
It's full of Potions materials.
Just as Ian was about to take these Potions materials and return to Room of Requirement to study the formula of teacher Morgan all night, he had just turned the door handle when he felt another force turning the handle outside.
"Hiss!"
Ian had no time to hide. The door was opened by someone outside. He looked up and saw the face of Snape. He was obviously not surprised that Ian would be in his office.
"Why did you come back so fast!" Ian wanted to hide the big bag behind his back, but Snape grabbed it with quick eyes and hands.
The expression on Professor Potions Class's face was very ugly.
"Of course it's to catch you!"
Obviously.
Ian fell into Snape's trap to deliberately let him relax his vigilance.
"I found someone stealing my things this afternoon! Sure enough! I caught him!" Snape's expression was very distorted, and his angry look was very scary.
"Uncle, I obviously... paid for it."
Ian quickly turned around and pointed at the material cabinet of Snape. He saw that in the cabinets where he had taken the medicinal materials, there were more or less some Galleon.
market price.
Children and elders are not deceived.
It's just that Snape's face turned even more ugly because of this.
"Why do you think I knew it was you who did it?!" Snape was roaring, his whole body shaking with anger, and he took out the Galleon that Ian left behind in the afternoon from his robe, "Other bastards who stole my things Sickle wouldn't leave these damn things behind! Prince! Do I have to praise you for being a good weirdo?"
Good guy.
Ian doesn't know how to refute it at all.
"That's Galleon, not a ghost..."
He could only correct Snape's blasphemy against money.
"I originally didn't want to pay attention to your naughty behavior!" Snape gritted his teeth and glared at Ian, as if his eyes were going to eat Ian alive.
"But why did you let me smell the smell of cooking Amortentia in the corridor!" He opened Ian's bag and checked the amount of materials in Ian's pocket.
You don't know if you don't see it.
Take a look.
Snape almost couldn't hold Ian's pocket with his hands.
"Damn it! How many pots have you cooked!?"
His terrified voice filled the entire basement.
(End of chapter)