Such as Chamber of Secrets.
This is the legacy of Helga·Hufflepuff in the ancient castle. Over the years, people have given it several different names, and the history at the beginning of its birth was gradually submerged in the dust - someone accidentally blew a breeze, and the past at the beginning of history was once again reappeared in the world.
Ian still doesn't know the reason why Room of Requirement was created that year, but this does not affect his ability to get a glimpse of the mystery of Chamber of Secrets through Room of Requirement's unreserved display.
[Ancient Alchemy proficiency +4]
[Ancient Alchemy proficiency +3]
[Ancient Alchemy proficiency +5]
Complex and mysterious runes flashed in the faint light.
Complex alchemical formulas and Ancient Runes structures dance slowly in the air. Each symbol contains profound wisdom and power. They are connected to each other to build the road to the palace of knowledge.
The inscribed formulas scattered throughout every corner of the room and in every space together form a splendid picture that countless Alchemy masters in the field of alchemy will definitely be amazed by.
Ian felt the same way. Between the flickering inscriptions, he seemed to be able to glimpse the figure of Helga·Hufflepuff. Thousands of years ago, Ms. Helga·Hufflepuff slowly wrote her own accumulation, stroke by stroke, trace by trace, in a room that should have been extremely ordinary.
This is not only Helga·Hufflepuff's Golden Room, but also a treasure she left to future generations.
A lot of extremely profound magical knowledge is engraved here to create alchemical miracles like Room of Requirement, including even magic that is now strictly controlled.
[Undetectable Extension Charm(Level 0)32/50]
Quietly.
Ian There was another change in the personal panel during the comprehension process - this is magic that will not appear in standard textbooks, as it is controlled by law by the powerful families in the wizarding world.
Undetectable Extension Charm.
A treasure in space.
No matter in any kind of world, the power involving space and time can definitely be regarded as the power at the top of the pyramid. Perhaps the powerful families do not want too many people to learn such magic, and they do not just want to monopolize the sales channels of products such as suitcases and family tents.
There must be something profound that only powerful people like them know, so that they can show their specialness and make them feel the glory of the family.
"Grateful to the ancestors, grateful to Founders, grateful to Hogwarts~" Ian sat cross-legged among countless Ancient Runes and alchemical formulas, trying to absorb the shining knowledge like observing the stars.
[Transfiguration proficiency +3]
[Ancient Alchemy proficiency +5]
[Undetectable Extension Charm proficiency +3]
[Disillusionment Charm(Level 0)4/50]
This is a kind of learning that is more intuitive than books. It is like splitting a precision instrument into countless small parts. People with relevant basic knowledge can use this to understand the principles.
Throughout the afternoon, Ian soaked in Room of Requirement. If he had not promised the little wizards that he would start the SCP small class tonight to teach the discolored Lumos, and as a young professor could not be as incompetent as the principal Dumbledore, he might have wanted to stay up all night in Room of Requirement.
"This place will definitely speed up my learning of the Alchemy homework left by teacher Morgan." Before leaving Room of Requirement, Ian still reluctantly looked back at the revealed Ancient Runes and structural formulas step by step.
The things here are obviously not things that can be learned in ten days and a half. Even according to Ian's strong comprehension and learning ability, it is unknown whether it can be learned in one year - in fact, if you think about it, you can understand this truth. After all, this Golden House is the masterpiece of Helga·Hufflepuff.
"That Arthur. Professor Jin, does he really think that someone can study Room of Requirement thoroughly in one year?" Ian didn't know much about the person who was rarely mentioned in the original work, let alone such a character who never appeared at all. He could only guess that maybe the other person had studied under Alchemy master Nicolas Flamel.
Thinking about what Room of Requirement had learned all the way, when Ian returned to Ravenclaw Common Room, the scumbag at the gate was trying to make things difficult for a little witch that Ian was familiar with.
Qiu Zhang is definitely an outstanding person among the Ravenclaw little wizards, but when faced with a course that she has never been exposed to, she can only be stopped by Bronze Eagle Knocker and slapped on the head.
It's just a pity.
It's obvious that you can't get the answer to the profound questions in mathematics - the arrival of Ian became Qiu Zhang's savior, and Bronze Eagle Knocker reluctantly opened the door for the two of them.
"You can actually answer this kind of question. Is there anything else you don't know?" Qiu Zhang's attitude toward Ian was the same as that of most first-year wizards. He had begun to admire him.
"Actually, I was forced to learn. Really, don't let me catch who taught the gate these things, otherwise I will definitely let that person know that I, Ian, am not someone to be trifled with!" Ian cursed himself loudly and indignantly. He did this obviously to avoid being suspected by the smart little wizards.
Nowadays, Ravenclaw is circulating a bounty on a "mysterious evil man", and some senior wizards have even made some self-made "torture tools" just waiting to catch the culprits who caused Bronze Eagle Knocker to go bad. Ian has seen those things, which is why he no longer dares to think about getting a bounty from the leader.
"You're right! That person is really hateful! I think he should be a hateful pervert, and he must be hiding somewhere now to enjoy the happiness he brought from torturing us!" Qiu Zhang had no doubts about Ian. She just empathized with Ian's words, and the resentment in her tone was not fake at all.
"..."
Ian opened his mouth.
After all, he still didn't dare to issue any excuse - in fact, he didn't want to give too in-depth teaching at the beginning, but who knew that Bronze Eagle Knocker seemed to be addicted to learning. He couldn't do it without communicating with Bronze Eagle Knocker. Even some knowledge he didn't know, Bronze Eagle Knocker wanted him to study and inquire before coming back to answer questions.
"Pay the class fees voluntarily, William, you can collect it for me." As Ian's small class became more and more prosperous, he also had a very conscious free cashier.
The evening lecture went as smoothly as ever, and everyone learned as much as before. The more talented little wizards were even able to slightly change the light source on their wands.
Before returning to the dormitory.
Ian even saw William trying to throw out the light source on the wand. The green light was just like his hair. Perhaps he had seen Ian scare others before. This guy kept chanting "Avada" Avada Kedavra", that full-fledged look really made Ian unbearable.
Michael is not the kind of person who likes "night self-study". Ian rarely sees him in small classes, but when he returned to the dormitory today, he found that Michael was actually studying with William's small desk lamp - this is definitely an unprecedented situation. The black boy is often the first to rush out of the classroom after class.
It's not the same as Ron.
Michael's magic talent is actually even higher than that of William. It's not that William's talent is bad. In fact, William is already comparable to Hermione among first-year students. It's just a pity that Michael belongs to the ranks of the god of learning. He can always learn what he needs to learn in class.
In the bedroom.
A top student, a top student, has a very strong sense of déjà vu. That means Ian will not feel pressure in a dormitory like this, because he is the middle ground between a top student and a top student.
"What are you reading?" After Ian found himself back in the dormitory, Michael put away the books in a panic, with a guilty look on his face that looked very funny.
"No... it's nothing." Brother Hei covered his eyes and dodges. He waited until Ian had washed up and went to bed long before he took out the book and continued.
Ian secretly cast a newly learned Disillusionment Charm on himself, and quietly slipped behind Michael from the bed. Only then did he finally understand what kind of book the little black brother was writing.
<One hundred and eight love skills of wizards>
Sure enough.
Michael really won't learn useful knowledge after class.
"Things in books like this won't catch up with girls." Ian, who had satisfied his curiosity, couldn't help but show up and reminded in a low voice, which made Michael, who was unaware, almost jump up in fright.
The black man's skin almost turned into the red devil's skin.
"Impossible! The author of this book said that if he can't catch the girl he likes, he will give me a full refund! At the end of the book, there is his ultimate nirvana!" Michael didn't want to believe Ian's evaluation at all. He quickly turned to the last page of the book, and then scratched off the shiny coating on it.
[Remember, for us playboys, Amortentia is a killer weapon that has always been tried and tested.] After seeing the words in it, the skin color of Michael suddenly turned into the color of pig liver again.
The human body is truly amazing.
"You must have bought this book at Knockturn Alley!" Ian also opened his eyes wide and looked at the author of the book... Sure enough, the author did not dare to sign the book at all.
"Refund! Refund!"
Michael was immediately furious after he came to his senses. He has always been a little wizard who likes sweet love, and he is obviously very repulsive to some Hextech methods.
"We are all brothers. If you need it, I can actually cook it for you. Rebecca As long as you drink it for a lifetime, how can it not be called love?"
Ian was teasing Michael, who was jumping up and down in the dormitory and using his black talents to greet the author's family wildly, while pulling out his suitcase from under his bed. In fact, he has always had a dream, that is, to have a big house with him, and Undetectable Extension Charm can obviously make his dream come true.
"Let me see~"
Late at night.
William and Michael have already fallen asleep, and Ian is still studying his suitcase. He is constantly trying to expand the internal space.
[Undetectable Extension Charm proficiency +3]
[Undetectable Extension Charm proficiency +4]
[Undetectable Extension Charm proficiency +3]
On the second day.
It is still a calm day.
It's just that Ian is a little surprised that his Uncle Good actually skipped two classes.
Yes.
The professor skipped class.
I heard that Potions Class in other grades was taught by other teachers. The school's excuse to the outside world was that Snape was infected with the disease and was now seeking medical treatment at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. However, Ian secretly looked at his own Marauder's Map. Snape was clearly in Hogwarts's office and did not come out.
Forget about Dumbledore being incompetent as the principal, Snape as Hogwarts's professor... well, he doesn't seem to be a very competent teacher in the first place.
Ian also secretly went to look for Snape, but Snape blocked the door like Hagrid, with a face with heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if his body was severely exhausted, which shocked Ian.
"Uncle! What's wrong with you!"
Ian wants to pay attention to Snape. Maybe Snape is really infected with some epidemic disease. After all, this face does not look like a normal person.
"Take care of yourself! Prince! Your Charms Class starts in fifteen minutes!" The ungrateful Snape just spoke out and chased the person away without showing any emotion at all because of Ian's concern.
He even looked at Ian with a very annoyed look. He wanted to curse something but failed in the end. And just when Ian was about to leave to go to Charms Class, Snape suddenly pulled out a few hairs on the top of Ian's head. The number of hairs pulled out was not as many as before, but it seemed that Snape was obviously becoming more and more skilled in his movements.
"It's not over yet! You!"
Ian covered her hair with an angry look on her face.
Snape just glared at him and then closed the door of the office vigorously. This was a small episode. Ian, who was tricked by Snape again, was just depressed for a short while. Aurora's sentence "You have more hair than me, I will definitely not be able to pull it all out for you" is really a good enlightening medicine.
Of course, Ian actually doesn't hold grudges.
He has secretly made up his mind that once Snape burps in the future, he will immediately go to Limbo to start a carpet search, and then work with his friends to pull out Snape's hair. If according to what teacher Morgan said, the soul has reincarnation, then he must let Uncle Good be a bald head in the next life.
In the next two days, until the day before Halloween, Ian lived a very fulfilling life. After class during the day, he would soak in Room of Requirement to study, and occasionally share his insights with Dementor. After the small class in the evening, all the time would be used to further expand the space of the suitcase.
The area of a large flat floor obviously cannot satisfy Ian's idea. What he wants is to be able to raise thousands of Magical Creatures inside, so that he can eat whatever he wants when he is away from home.
"Of course, I won't eat the cute ones, I won't eat the humane ones, I will only eat the cruel ones." Ian spent two days like this, and he didn't even go to see the Quidditch trials.
Ian is actually not too interested in this kind of sport that can make wizards extremely excited. Competitive games can be unfair, but obviously they cannot completely lose balance.
Seeker, whose personal heroism is too strong, is often the key to the outcome of a game, which really makes the entire team's efforts easily go up in flames in an instant.
If the effect of Seeker can be weakened, maybe the game can still be interesting.
When the little wizards came back from watching the game excitedly, Ian had already improved his strength in Room of Requirement, but a few of his hair were pulled out while he was pondering the problem.
"Oh, you have no idea what you missed! Gryffindor was about to be defeated, but there was a very thief among them who shouted Ian behind you!"
"At the critical moment, Marcus·Flint, who had been killing everyone, fell off the broom. He was really afraid of you. His arm was broken and he was still looking around in panic."
"Yes, yes, Marcus·Flint is so miserable, the whole person was completely folded, and the person was sent directly to Hospital Wing." The descriptions of Michael and William singing in harmony are like talking about cross talk.
When he went back to get textbooks with his two roommates, Ian heard a lot of descriptions of this competition, and he was more interested in what William called the scene where Marcus·Flint fell off the broom.
It's not that I want to scare people with my majesty, but according to the joint descriptions of William and Michael, when Slytherin and Marcus·Flint fell from the broom, their heads could actually twist back 250 degrees crazily - what an exaggerated and outrageous description!
Ian are two roommates who really want to slap their faces on the spot, but they actually think they will believe that Marcus·Flint is an owl!
"Hurry up! Don't be late! That professor is scary!"
The afternoon course is Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Although everyone is quite afraid of Gilderoy. Grindelwald, Gilderoy. Grindelwald is a truly capable teacher. This has been unanimously approved by the students in the school in recent days.
"At least it's better than that professor who was gored to death by a wild boar before school even started!"
"The professor who was killed at the beginning of the semester was definitely no more powerful than this professor now!"
"Of course! He is Gilderoy. Lockhart! The perfect man! Although he will be old when I grow up, I will definitely give birth to a daughter and let my daughter marry him!"
I have to say.
The camouflage of Gilderoy. Grindelwald is really excellent.
In addition to being unabashed when communicating with Ian, the various Lockhart details he showed in front of others made even the professors never have any doubts about him.
Although it is a little less arrogant and arrogant than the original Gilderoy. Grindelwald, everyone just feels that the real Gilderoy. Lockhart may not be as exaggerated as the rumors. In fact, this has actually changed the image of Gilderoy. Lockhart among the professors of Professor McGonagall.
"Today, let's get to know the beast like Centaur." Gilderoy. Grindelwald As soon as he started teaching, Ian felt that he was the first generation's purpose and ruthlessness.
The tall Centaur, who had a dull expression on his face, as if he had lost his soul, and was still at the mercy of anyone, was obviously hit by Imperius Curse, and the whole horse's thoughts were completely controlled by Gilderoy. Grindelwald.
This is not the limit yet.
As Gilderoy. Grindelwald traced the history of Centaur's race, as well as analyzed its habits and characteristics, he began to lead the young wizards to study the weaknesses of Centaur.
"Some people say that the internal structure of these beasts is no different from that of us humans, but that is not the case. Centaur's skin and some organs provide them with extremely strong magic resistance." As he said that, Gilderoy. Grindelwald waved his hand, moving like a conductor.
No spells were heard.
The next moment.
Centaur's strong body began to twist in an unnatural way.
The muscles and bones gradually separated in ripples visible to the naked eye, but it was not accompanied by any painful groans - because Grindelwald's magic had frozen its perception in a moment of horror. Amid the horrified looks and uncontrollable screams of countless little wizards, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded in front of the witnesses.
Centaur's body seemed to be dismantled by invisible forces. The limbs, trunk, head, and even every rib, every blood vessel, and every organ were freed from their original restraints in an incredible way, rising slowly and suspended in mid-air. They were not floating in disorder.
Instead, they are arranged in a strange and harmonious layout, as if they can be put together again at any time to form a very, very vivid Centaur.
Yes, it will be very vivid, because after Centaur split, Ian can still perceive Centaur's thoughts, which proves that Centaur is still alive after being disintegrated.
In fact.
You can also find this if you look carefully.
Although the suspended organs are no longer a complete life, they still maintain a certain form of vitality, as if wrapped in a thin magic film, maintaining their most basic form of existence. The heart is still beating weakly, the lungs seem to be breathing silently, and even the smallest nerve endings are flashing with a jumping light.
"Professor! What did you do!"
"Oh my God! It's dead! It must be dead!"
"Ugh~ vomit~ vomit~"
Not everyone observes and perceives as calmly as Ian.
Those suspended organs, as well as the blood vessels and the blood flowing in them, were clearly visible at close range. The surreal scene made everyone present feel an indescribable horror. Of course, it was definitely much better than when facing Dementor, but many little witches were frightened and turned pale and vomited on the spot.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Ian raised his hand and couldn't help but ask questions to Grindelwald. Compared to the panic of the students around him, his focus was on the magic of Gilderoy. Grindelwald.
"This is a torture spell. If you want to learn this magic, you need to have a good understanding of the structure of living things." Gilderoy. Grindelwald glanced at Ian with approval.
He then quickly defended his words, "I am just teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts, and I will not teach you such cruel Dark Magic."
Just when Ian, who felt that [Butcher Instinct] finally had room to show off, was a little disappointed, Gilderoy. Grindelwald spoke with a serious face.
"Hogwarts has always forbidden learning Dark Magic. If I find out who secretly went to my office and opened the third drawer from top to bottom of my sixth cabinet... Oh, then don't blame me for giving you a harsh warning. You definitely don't want to know how severe my warning is."
Gilderoy. Grindelwald finished speaking extremely seriously, and immediately showed a Lockhart-like smile, "I hope everyone can become good children with the ability to think independently."
While talking.
As he approached Centaur, who was disintegrated by magic, as if time had been frozen.
"As you can see, Centaur's skin has this layer of tissue more than us humans. It is this layer of tissue that gives them magic resistance comparable to that of advanced Magical Creatures."
"As for the metabolism of Potions, it relies on this organ... It is not difficult to disrupt the function of this organ, but it is really difficult to break through the magic resistance of Centaur."
"However, as you can see, Centaur's position at the steel door is obviously not protected by the magic resistance organization. It's just that you need to use some special skills to attack here." Gilderoy. Grindelwald waved magic again, restoring the dismembered Centaur to its normal state.
"I hope you can actively ask questions during my demonstration." Before Gilderoy. Grindelwald could start performing, Defence Against the Dark Arts's door was suddenly opened. Severus. Snape, dressed in black robes with a haggard face, rushed into the classroom where teaching was in progress.
"Follow me!"
Snape didn't give Ian time to answer. He directly grabbed Ian and walked towards the door. He didn't even look at Gilderoy. Grindelwald on the podium.
"Professor Snape, I think I am in class, are you going to take my students away from my class?" Gilderoy. Grindelwald frowned and looked very unhappy.
"I have an urgent matter with him, and... what useful things can I learn from following you?" Snape's disdainful tone obviously did not give the new teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts any face. This is not something that a dean can do, but Snape's words and deeds are not without reason.
"Lockhart, don't think that I don't know those things about you...Dumbledore asked me to be more restrained with you, but he obviously doesn't know how audacious you are."
Snape ignored Ian who was tugging at his robe. He stared at the man on the podium expressionlessly, "Dementor, Centaur, I hope your money will allow Ministry of Magic to let go of your crime."
So audacious!
Really bold!
Ian looked directly at his Uncle Good with a pair of big eyes--Snape really got brave! He actually didn't even want to maintain a superficial relationship as colleagues!
"This is not something you need to worry about, Professor Snape." Gilderoy. Grindelwald was scolded, but suddenly his frown turned into a smile.
"I have already explained it in the sixth grade class. There was never any Dementor. I just let the little wizards in class that day experience the feeling of spiritual magic."
He glanced at Ian with deep meaning and spoke in a brisk tone.
"Is this Centaur also your spiritual magic? Oh, your magic can actually make me fall into the trap as well. Do I have to praise how powerful your magic is?"
Snape looked at the dull Centaur on the podium with a sarcastic look. He found that his robe was about to be pulled into strips by Ian, and glared at Ian with his panda eyes.
"This is a guilty Centaur, but I got the license from Ministry of Magic." Gilderoy. Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and indeed took out a license certificate from Ministry of Magic.
This makes Snape extremely incredible.
Under the gaze of all Ravenclaw little wizards, Snape felt that he was losing face, so he could only hold back a harsh word and pulled Ian out.
"It seems that your money is indeed very useful. Even Ministry of Magic can smoothen the relationship." The annoyed Snape didn't want to stay any longer, so he took the somewhat reluctant Ian with him. Disappeared around the corner of the gate. Many little wizards did not react after Ian was taken away. Gilderoy. Grindelwald also looked at the gate with the little wizards.
He did not stop Snape from taking away Ian, but his eyes turned slightly white in the blind area of the young wizards' field of vision, but the eyes that quickly turned white shrank back to their original appearance.
"Professor Snape doesn't usually act like this. It seems like something big happened to their family." Gilderoy. Grindelwald just frowned slightly, but he didn't have the ability to activate the depression and curiosity of failure. He just used a teasing voice to focus everyone's attention again with a pun.
"Let us forget about the low-quality teacher Potions Class and return to our high-quality teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts. I think Professor Snape must be jealous of my talent."
Teaching continues.
It's just that Ian obviously couldn't get the full experience of this class. He was dragged all the way to the basement by Snape, and entered Snape's office in a confused state of mind without knowing what was going on.
"Aren't you sick? That's true! You secretly stayed up so long in the office if you didn't let me stay up..." As soon as Ian entered, he smelled the familiar smell of Potions cooking.
Nothing more.
Before he could jump, he discovered that the Potionss all over the table were all gray and white in color, which had nothing to do with the gem-like dark blue Infinite Fire Potions.
Did you blame Uncle Good wrongly?
Snape was rinsing the crucible there, and Ian walked forward with some confusion, picked up a bottle of gray-white medicine from the table, opened the cork and put it next to his nose.
The material is indeed correct... but the smell is slightly different, and the completely different color and luster are obviously not the smell that Infinite Fire Potion should have.
"Is this your improved variety?" Ian asked curiously, but found that Snape's expression became more gloomy, and he held up all the crucibles that had been reprocessed.
There are six pots in total.
The quantity and even the placement of the potions were replicated one to one when he discovered that Ian had secretly brewed the potion. Ian felt like he had returned to the afternoon of Room of Requirement.
"What does this mean?"
Ian saw Snape take out six processed materials and place them on the table. At this time, Ian noticed that there was a bottle of potion with a bright golden color on the table.
"Don't touch that thing!"
Snape saw where Ian's gaze fell, and he quickly rushed forward to take away the potion, but Ian, who was standing in front of the table, had already picked up the bottle and opened the cork with quick eyes and hands.
The taste has never been tasted before.
But it's not unfamiliar.
"You sure did something bad by taking my hair!" Ian has never been so angry as he was today, because he smelled the unique smell of Polyjuice Potion in the bottle! He had previously suspected that Snape was taking his own hair to cook this thing, but now Snape was really caught by him!
Polyjuice Potion You have to prepare for twenty-one days. This uncle who is more evil than evil is really deep in the city. I wonder if he has always had the habit of pretending to be others and doing bad things!
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Snape's eyes flickered, and he snatched the bottle from Ian's hand, "Think about it with your mind, what do I need to do to become like you?"
Snape also knew what the ingredients of the potion in the medicine bottle were, but he couldn't hide it from Ian. After all, no one knew Ian's Potions level better than him, the professor.
"Go make some medicine!"
He gave instructions to Ian.
Seeing that Ian didn't take any action and just stood there staring at him, Snape frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay you! Go and make medicine!"
Ian Still no action.
"What do you want?"
Snape was obviously helpless.
"I want to know what you did when you turned into me!" Ian really didn't expect Snape to be such a pervert. Sure enough, Qiu. Zhang would call him a pervert. The fault lies with the family.
"I've only used it in this office." Snape slumped in the chair a little weakly. He was obviously unwilling to reveal his true purpose to Ian.
"Huh?"
Ian is a bit difficult to understand.
"Make medicine!"
Snape felt Ian's suspicious eyes, and his expression was as aggrieved and uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. He had no idea where he had made the mistake.
Or is it a miracle that such a potion can be brewed successfully once? If that is the case, it is actually not bad, and there is no need for him to choose a material from the formula and try to exterminate the material.
"Okay, professor, I don't want your Galleon. I just need you to help me convert my Galleon into pounds and send it to my home during Christmas." After receiving the answer from Snape, Ian stopped being a wooden person and started cooking Infinite Fire Potion.
Not unfamiliar at all. Originally, Ian thought that Snape would correct some of his operations, but he never thought that Snape had been just watching his every step, with no intention of giving any advice. Until the dark blue potion was poured into the bottle, there was only the "gurgling" sound of Potions in the office.
"You want six pots?"
Ian handed the cooked Potions to Snape. He looked at the remaining five cauldrons. Just as he was about to continue, he was kicked out of the office by Snape, who had an uncertain expression.
"Get your Galleon ready!"
He had no intention of breaking his promise.
It's just that the action of closing the door was very rough. Ian wanted to put his ear against the door to listen to the noise inside, but found that there was only the sound of crucible cleaning in Snape's office.
I listened for about five minutes.
Ian just feels very boring.
"Perhaps I can catch up with Defence Against the Dark Arts now." Unable to figure out what was going on with Snape, Ian was still thinking about the valuable Grindelwald lectures. He didn't feel that Snape couldn't get through what he could get through. Maybe it was because Snape had remembered the steps of the ceremony wrong before?
Although Snape is Potions Master, staying up late will weaken people's memory... There is still a possibility. It can't be that Potions is the only one who can survive it, right?
Hmm... It doesn't seem impossible. Maybe you can ask teacher Morgan next time what's going on - Ian has used his habitual thinking of going to the teacher when he encounters problems.
Just some time after Ian left the basement.
"How could this be?"
Snape looked at his failed work again in disbelief. He had perfectly reproduced all the steps of Ian one to one, even the time consuming of each step was reproduced at the same time.
However.
The potion that appears after using the wand to perform the ritual is still gray-white in color. It has some effects on invigorating the magic power, but it cannot show the same effect and quality as the dark blue potion.
"My steps are not wrong, even if I become him... it won't work?" Snape was puzzled. He paced back and forth in the office for a long time and couldn't figure out the reason.
"Dumbledore won't be back until tonight, and I don't dare to ask him for help. Maybe I can look for it in Restricted Section in the library. After all, that kid said that his formula came from there."
This is the thought.
Snape walked out of the office in a hurry, and his hurried gesture made the cats in the corridor stay away. He met fellow Hogwarts professor Sybill·Trelawney in the lobby on the first floor.
"Good afternoon, Snape."
Sybill·Trelawney has fluffy hair and thick glasses. She is holding a crystal ball carefully, which is obviously a teaching tool for senior wizards.
"You seem to be troubled, yes, I can feel it..." Sybill·Trelawney entered the state in advance, and grabbed Snape with some ecstasy.
"I'm not your student, you don't need to perform in front of me, Professor Trelawney." Snape's eyes were cold and he threw away Sybill·Trelawney's hand.
He continued walking towards the library.
However.
Sybill·Trelawney behind her suddenly twitched, her eyes rolled upwards, and then, a voice that did not sound like hers came out softly from her mouth.
"Why don't you ask about that book, the one you obtained in the early years, the one that created Squib Revival Potion." Sybill·Trelawney's words made Snape stop.
He turned around in horror.
He looked at Sybill·Trelawney in disbelief. However, after saying this, Sybill·Trelawney twitched a few more times like an epilepsy.
"What's wrong with you, Snape?"
She seemed to have completely forgotten what happened just now.
"Do you remember what you just said?" Snape stared at Sybill·Trelawney, and he saw a blank emotion in Sybill·Trelawney's eyes.
Snape finally breathed a sigh of relief with complicated eyes.
"Sorry, I have something else to do."
His attitude improved a little, and he even started running. He quickly returned to his office and once again opened the secret compartment where he took out the potion.
Without any hesitation.
Snape took out a brick from the secret compartment. When the brick came into his hands, it immediately turned into a book, or more like a very old diary. The bright red cover seemed to highlight the character of the owner, and the owner of the diary had a name that Ian was very familiar with - Morgan. Le. Fee.
Except for the cover.
There is no text in this diary. Snape sat back at his desk, his expression hesitated for a long time, and then he gritted his teeth and mentioned that Quill wrote his own questions on it.
"Is the formula for the resuscitation potion incomplete?"
He wrote down his doubts.
[Search results, keyword resuscitation potion: All recipes for resuscitation potion have been presented. The answer you are looking for is not recorded in this note. Perhaps you should look for verification methods from other places.] Writing began to appear on the blank pages of the diary, with a feeling similar to a search engine response.
"As expected, that crazy woman's Prophecy still can't believe it, Ian that damn Infinite Fire Potion, what kind of evil situation is it." Just when Snape sighed with a gloomy expression and was about to seal the book again, something unexpected happened to him.
Although no words were written.
But the writing on the diary reappeared.
[Search results, keyword Infinite Fire Potion: Apocalypse Potion pre-medication, cannot be copied, the formula is unknown, my master has records.
This is a taboo on earth and requires the permission of the gods.]
(End of chapter)