Snape never thought that one day he would meet such a student, and this student was also his blood relative. He had been teaching for many years and had never heard of it before and never dared to think about it.
You are only in first grade and you dare to cook Amortentia!
Or cook it in batches!
That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was so afraid that he couldn't do anything similar! Such a naturally evil little devil actually went to Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin? Although as the dean of Slytherin, he shouldn't have such thoughts, but Snape really can't understand Sorting Hat's decision on Sorting Ceremony.
"Don't tell me Dumbledore gave you permission to do this."
Room of Requirement ago.
In the corridor of Seventh Floor, Snape had a dark face and a serious expression. He was about to punish Ian severely, but he was brought here by Ian who was trying to avoid punishment.
"Perhaps he will allow it?"
Ian looked at Headmaster's Office.
He still has a big killer weapon against Dumbledore that he hasn't delivered yet.
"Hey, Dumbledore is indeed late in life and has done such dirty and despicable things, but does he dare to admit it? Prince, don't forget that I am your legal guardian."
There was a bit of resentment in Snape's eyes. After two tests and two exact answers, he really couldn't imagine that the respected Dumbledore would leave a bloodline in the Prince family.
That aunt of my own has a husband! Damn Dumbledore! No wonder this old immortal guy said that he only had time to save a little baby! After several nights of careful thinking and connecting clues, Snape finally understood why Ian was so talented - at least he thought he understood it.
"I'm sharing a Hogwarts secret with you. Dear uncle, I really don't want to cook anything Amortentia. The smell you smell is just a damn appearance!" Ian silently recited his Potions Classroom in his heart, walked back and forth in the corridor three times, and the door of Room of Requirement appeared quietly.
Under Snape's shocked and disbelieving gaze, Ian rushed to the door as if Hagrid was possessed, opened a gap just big enough for him to squeeze in, and squeezed himself through the door.
"Bang!"
Before Snape could even react, the door had already been closed by Ian who had gotten in. It slowly disappeared, and then reappeared more than ten seconds later as Ian opened the door.
"Have you disposed of all the evidence?" Snape did not ask what was going on at the door at the first time. After he came to his senses, he looked at Ian who was walking out of the door with an uncontrollable expression.
"Don't tell me those things were poured into the sewer!" Professor Hogwarts Potions Class's voice was urgent, with a sense of panic and nervousness. Recalling the series of horrors Ian had brought to him before the start of school, Snape was even able to accept that Ian was classified into Gryffindor.
"I just tidied up some unsightly rooms. Of course I know that Amortentia cannot be poured into the sewer... No, I am not studying Amortentia at all!" Ian actually just went to hide his good assistant. He didn't think that Snape would let him raise Dementor in Hogwarts.
There is no guarantee that such a useful assistant can also assist Alchemy. Ian doesn't want to lose Pal who doesn't need to eat or drink.
"This is the secret room that Dumbledore told you? Chamber of Secrets?" Snape obviously didn't know about the existence of Room of Requirement. He just thought of the rumors about Slytherin House over the years.
"This is called Come and Go Room, Uncle Professor Snape." Ian opened the door again. Snape got smart and grabbed Ian's robe at the back of his neck and lifted Ian into the air.
"I think I can walk on my own." Ian gestured with his hands in mid-air. But Snape obviously didn't want to respond. He opened the door and walked in with a slightly serious and vigilant expression.
Enter the eye.
It was a very ancient and solemn Potions Classroom, and Snape felt like it was a product of centuries ago. He even found Professor Potions Class from several generations ago in the portrait on the classroom wall.
"They turned out to be here..." Snape didn't even have time to express too much emotion. His eyes were immediately attracted by the six cauldrons still "gurgling" in the middle of the classroom. The jumping flames caused the liquid in the crucible to slowly heat up, exuding a faint and unique aroma.
It was the smell he smelled in the corridor - this may be a secret room, but of course the ventilation system of this room is still connected to Hogwarts's castle.
"I think I can tell what you are cooking." Snape gritted his teeth and walked to several crucibles and looked at the materials that had been processed on the table beside him.
He grabbed several types of materials and added them to one of the crucibles in batches, chanted the spell, and then, a pearl-like color and spiraling steam slowly appeared.
The aroma is more intense and varies from person to person - Ian smells the smell of books. Snape doesn't know what he smells, this person frowns and looks very ferocious.
"What else can you explain now? Damn Prince! Not only did you cook Amortentia, you also improved its formula, shortening its cooking process from three months to a few hours!"
"Perhaps I can apply for the Best Potions Innovation Award for you? I really hope you can enjoy this honor at Azkaban!" Snape's inner emotions were very complicated.
On the one hand.
He felt shocked and incredible at this improvement. On the other hand, he felt a little disgusted and horrified that Ian used such talent on Amortentia.
"I can send you there right now!"
Snape obviously doesn't know that Azkaban can no longer scare Ian.
Professor Potions Class bit his cheeks very tightly and looked at several crucibles that had been cleaned and even set up as if they were ready for use at any time.
"Six pots! You have cooked six pots! But you still don't think it's enough for you!" Snape's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and his trembling voice was full of strong anger. He suspected that Ian might not even intend to let go of Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, or even Madam Pomfrey and Madam Pince.
No... or maybe Ian has no intention of letting anyone go! I'm afraid the male wizard is also being considered!? The look he looked at Ian was not only annoyed but also a bit frightened.
"It's obviously you who cooked the Amortentia! What I want to cook is not Amortentia at all!" Ian directly raked it over and pointed at the Amortentia that had finished cooking Snape and retorted loudly.
"Amortentia did you learn about it at Restricted Section? I knew Dumbledore shouldn't have approved it for you!" Snape, who turned his attention to the principal, didn't believe what Ian said at all.
Indeed.
Hogwarts There really is no one who understands Potions better than him.
"I'm researching a possibility!" Ian has discovered that Teacher Morgan's Amortentia formula contains several truly useful pieces of knowledge, but in fact, he is only trying to figure out one of them now.
If not captured by Snape.
He will definitely be able to complete the analysis of this kind of knowledge tonight. There is no way, for the sake of his own innocence, Ian can only step forward and start processing new materials. Fortunately, Snape has been carrying the large bag of materials "purchased" by Ian, which gave Ian the opportunity to take practical actions to clear himself of his grievances.
However, seeing Ian lighting a clean crucible, the anger on Snape's face obviously increased a bit.
"You want to teach me how to cook Potions?"
His expression was extremely ugly.
"I just hope you can guide me." Ian doesn't just want to break the pot. He knows very well that Snape's research on Potions is far beyond his knowledge.
At least for the time being, that's still the case.
"You can even improve the formula to such an extent, but you still need me to guide you to cook Amortentia? Oh! Don't think that you can please me and let me let you go with such glib words! This is Amortentia! It's a crime! Do you understand?" Snape's expression was still annoyed, but the anger was obviously reduced a lot.
"If you hadn't ruined my closest success, I would have let you know what I was doing right away!" Ian retorted while handling the materials.
To be honest, Amortentia Snape was indeed cooked successfully, but there are many gaps with the recipe of teacher Morgan. The original pot of Potions can become something completely different after removing some materials. It is just a basis, but the easiest direction to guide is Amortentia.
Ian If he hadn't realized this, he wouldn't have thought about studying it all night tonight.
Without the help of Dementor, Ian could only process the materials manually. Snape standing next to him was of course unable to help. The old bat's face was filled with a gloomy expression of impatience.
"You idiot, cut it thicker and don't release the effect of Calamus Root so quickly!"
Fortunately, Snape did not stop Ian's actions. Unfortunately, since there were no other little wizards to pay attention to, he was able to devote all his attention to criticizing.
"Throw away the top layer of Asphodel Root, soak it in honey, and then mix it with the liquid from the petals. Do you think it is hard for bees to collect honey when you pour so much?"
"Armadillo Bile You are so willing to give up. The armadillo must have a deep grudge against you, or else your empty mind thinks that the more of this kind of thing you have, the more effective it will be."
Snape's venomous tongue was much sharper than before. It was probably to vent his anger. Ian did not refute and corrected exactly what was corrected.
[Potions proficiency +4]
[Potions proficiency +6]
[Potions proficiency +3]
Although Ian only poured too much or too little, and was scolded by Snape in all kinds of exaggerations, the more frequent proficiency improvements on his panel than before really show that Snape is indeed not looking for trouble. Ian still has a lot of room for improvement in handling materials.
"What did you add Unicorn Saliva for... No, where did you get such a big bottle of Unicorn Saliva!" Snape discovered Ian and began to perform operations other than the configuration of Amortentia.
Before he could be shocked by the large water bottle Ian took out, he saw Ian stirring a bowl of frog brains and then pouring them into the pot together with Unicorn Saliva.
"Are you trying to use this nasty method to confuse me about whether you are boiling Amortentia?" Snape wanted to get angry, but smelled a special fragrance.
Ian changed the steps of the operation process, starting from the semi-finished product Potions he just saw. This is why he did not stop it immediately.
"Of course not."
Ian began to wave the wand under the frowning Snape's gaze.
Imposing a ritual.
The Potions in the pot began to change, and the smell also changed. At this moment, Snape, who was still looking like "I want to see how you perform", suddenly became a little surprised and uncertain.
"Add some more Armadillo Bile in!"
Suddenly, his eyes became a little shocked, his tone was a little anxious, he broke his criticism of Ian, and quickly rushed to the place where Armadillo Bile was stored and picked up the bottle.
Precise dripping.
The smell changed slightly again.
Ian's ritual continues.
He originally wanted to get other processed materials, but found that Snape, with flashing eyes and a serious expression, had already brought the materials to the front of the crucible and started adding them one by one. Ian did not even tell him what to add, and the order in which Snape added the materials and the amount of materials were slightly different from what he had imagined.
"Uncle..."
Ian wants to talk.
But was interrupted by Snape's eyes.
"Go on!"
Potions Class teacher's voice is a bit complicated.
Under the warning of his eyes.
Ian quickly reused the wand and spells to maintain the ceremony - and did not feel that the ceremony had failed. Ian saw that the liquid in the crucible began to slowly change. It gradually became clear and transparent from the initial turbidity, and finally showed a charming deep blue color, like the most mysterious treasure in the deep sea.
"Success!"
Ian's tone was full of surprise. He really didn't expect that one of the possibilities in Teacher Morgan's seemingly tricky and profound formula could be verified so smoothly.
It has to be Half-Blood Prince!
"Where is your original recipe for Amortentia?"
Snape didn't know when, but he no longer had the same anger and annoyance as before. He personally took out Potions and put it into a crystal clear crystal bottle.
Looking at Potions in the crystal bottle, Snape finally believed Ian - no matter how incredible and outstanding a little wizard was, there was absolutely no way he could develop such a thing just a few days after school started.
"The formula I found at Restricted Section was just kept in my mind." Of course, Ian couldn't give away Morgan's dress fragments. The most he could do was share the formula with Snape to study together.
Uncle Good has no children.
What kind of research results can we forget about him?
"Do you know what you are analyzing?" Snape realized that the formula did not belong to Ian, but this did not prevent him from being shocked by Ian Potions's talent. Not to mention ordinary wizards, many Potions experts probably did not have such a keen Potions sense of smell.
Being able to isolate certain characteristics from a Potions formula... The Prince family obviously will not decline. Snape feels happy and has some indescribable emotions in his heart.
"I think this is a vitality potion that can keep our magic power at a super high level for a long time. Maybe we can name it Infinite Fire Potion." The level of Ian's naming is obviously inversely proportional to his Potions talent, but this does not affect his enjoyment of the bright future of becoming a monopolist.
"I think we need to apply for a patent and then sell it to Auror people. There must be a lot of people who need it. I think it will definitely sell better than shampoo or something like that!"
Ian's voice is full of excitement.
This is actually the achievement and patent of Teacher Morgan. As Teacher Morgan's only living apprentice in the world, he can certainly be regarded as the only heir to Teacher Morgan's legacy! How can the teacher's research be allowed to be buried in history? Ian feels that it is his unshirkable responsibility to carry forward this greatness!
Just when Ian convinced himself that he was a very responsible person.
"Go to Restricted Section, find the formula, and then..." Snape's voice was very low. Ian originally thought he was going to let him bring the formula to him.
However.
"Destroy it! Use your Fiendfyre! Or your other magic!" This was definitely a request that made Ian feel unexpected.
Very baffling.
But Snape's expression was extremely serious... even a little scary. It was far more oppressive than before when he felt Ian was refining Amortentia.
"Is this for monopoly?"
Ian is very confused about Snape's attitude.
"Let this formula rot in your stomach!" Snape looked around at the crucibles, raised his hand and used magic to completely destroy all the semi-finished products and materials.
If you let me know that you shared the recipe with your friends, don't blame me for subjecting them to cruel mind modification." Snape's expression was more serious than ever.
"Prince, I don't want to die, and I think you do the same." He just left a thoughtful whisper, and Snape grabbed the finished product in his hand and hurriedly left Room of Requirement, leaving Ian alone with a confused expression standing in the empty classroom, completely unable to understand what Snape was going on.
Basement.
Snape's office.
Professor Potions Class, who opened the door and walked in, closed the door. He seemed worried and locked the door again. Then he took the bottle of Ian and Potions and walked to his desk.
He just sat there.
Staring at the blue potion he placed on the table, there was fear, fear, and worry in his eyes. However, the increasingly obvious entanglement gradually worsened as time went by.
"I know, I shouldn't do this, it will be very dangerous." Snape, who couldn't hold back the emotions in his heart and had a fierce ideological struggle in his mind, finally walked to a wall.
He chanted the incantation.
The bricks on the wall began to rotate and shift, revealing a secret area hidden in the wall, but there was a bottle of potion dotted with stars in the area that was only as big as a shoe box.
[Water of Resurrection]
This is the label affixed to the potion, with the unique writing of Snape. Judging from the luxury of the crystal material chosen for the potion bottle, this is obviously a very proud masterpiece of the potion maker.
Looking at the works in the secret compartment.
The hesitant Snape paced back and forth in front of the cubicle for a long time.
I saw that the sky was starting to get dark.
He raised his head and closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
"But I don't want to die in peace either."
Snape took out the bottle of potion from it with determination, set up his crucible, poured in his work, and then added several ingredients and performed a ceremony.
The process didn't last long.
After completing a series of operations, Snape took out his hot potion and poured it into Ian's potion. As a result, the blue potion glowed with starlight.
Brilliant and dazzling.
"It really... worked."
Potions finished cooking, but there was no joy on Snape's face. Instead, he felt pale. Even his voice and the hand holding the potion were trembling uncontrollably.
"How could it be successful!" Snape ran towards his cabinet eagerly, even stumbling a little because of his panic-like mood.
After taking out a plastic-tipped dropper from the cabinet, Snape used it to draw some potion from the bottle, and then grabbed a toad and dropped it on the toad's skin.
After a while.
"Prince, I really hope you just want to feed all of us Amortentia." Staring at the imprisoned toad, Snape's face turned even paler.
"Why is it such a catastrophic disaster!" He was holding a transparent stone close to the toad in his hand, and there was a faint blue light flowing slowly in the stone.
Like a twisting thread.
That is.
Detected... magic.
I have something to do today, there will be a bigger chapter tomorrow
(End of chapter)