Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 101: 100: A Miracle That Cannot Be Replicated
Such as Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

This is what was left of Helga Hufflepuff in the old castle. Over the years, it was given many different names, and its origins were lost in the dust until someone accidentally blew a breeze and brought it back to life.

Ian still doesn't know why the Room of Requirement was created that year, but this does not prevent him from glimpsing the mystery of this secret room through the unreserved display of the Room of Requirement.

[Ancient Alchemy Proficiency +4]

[Ancient Alchemy Proficiency +3]

[Ancient Alchemy Proficiency +5]

……

Complex and mysterious runes flickered in the dim light.

Complex alchemical formulas and magic runes dance slowly in the air. Each symbol contains profound wisdom and power. They connect with each other to build a path to the palace of knowledge.

The inscription formulas spread throughout every corner of the room and in every space together form a magnificent picture that will absolutely amaze countless alchemists in the field of alchemy.

Ian felt the same way. Between the flickering inscriptions, he seemed to be able to glimpse the figure of Helga Hufflepuff in the past. A thousand years ago, Ms. Helga Hufflepuff had slowly written her accumulation in a room that should have been extremely ordinary, stroke by stroke.

This is not only Helga Hufflepuff's golden house, but also a treasure she left to future generations.

A lot of extremely advanced magical knowledge is engraved here to create alchemical miracles such as the Room of Requirement, some of which are even magic that is now strictly controlled.

[Traceless Stretch Spell (Level 0) 32/50]

Quietly.

As Ian was comprehending, a slight change appeared on his personal panel - this was magic that would not appear in standard textbooks, and was controlled by the wizarding world's aristocratic families using the law.

Traceless stretching spell.

A jewel in the space field.

No matter in which world, the power involving space and time is definitely the power at the top of the pyramid. Perhaps the aristocratic families do not want too many people to learn such magic, and it is not just to monopolize the sales channels of goods such as suitcases and family tents.

There must be some profound things that only these powerful people can know, so that they can show their uniqueness and feel the glory of the family.

"Thank you to our ancestors, thank you to the founder, thank you to Hogwarts~" Ian sat cross-legged among countless magic runes and alchemical formulas, trying to absorb the knowledge from the shining ones as if he was observing the stars.

[Transfiguration proficiency +3]

[Ancient Alchemy Proficiency +5]

[Proficiency of Traceless Stretch Spell +3]

[Disillusionment Spell (Level 0) 4/50]

……

This is a more intuitive form of learning than reading books, just like disassembling a precision instrument into countless small parts. People with relevant basics can use this to understand the principles behind it.

Ian spent the entire afternoon in the Room of Requirement. If he hadn't promised the little wizards that he would start the SCP classroom tonight to teach them the color-changing lighting spell, and as a little professor he couldn't be as incompetent as Headmaster Dumbledore, he might have wanted to stay up all night in the Room of Requirement.

"This place will definitely speed up my learning of the alchemy homework left by Teacher Morgan." Before leaving the Room of Requirement, Ian looked back at the revealed magic runes and construction formulas reluctantly.

The things here are obviously not something that can be learned in ten days or half a month. Even with Ian's strong comprehension and learning ability, it is unknown whether he can learn it within a year. In fact, you can understand this if you think about it. After all, this golden room is the culmination of Helga Hufflepuff's work.

"That Professor Arthur King, does he really think that someone can thoroughly study the Room of Requirement within a year?" Ian didn't know much about the people who were rarely mentioned in the original work, let alone this character who had never appeared at all. He could only guess that perhaps the other party had been a disciple of the alchemy master Nicolas Flamel.

Ian was thinking about what he had learned in the Room of Requirement all the way. When he returned to the Ravenclaw common room, the scum bird at the door was trying to make things difficult for a little witch that Ian was familiar with.

Qiu Zhang was definitely one of the best among the young wizards in Ravenclaw, but faced with courses she had never taken before, she could only be stopped outside and hit on the head by the bronze eagle head.

It's just a shame.

It was obvious that one could not get the answer to such a profound mathematical problem by simply racking one's brains - Ian's arrival became Qiu Zhang's savior, and the bronze eagle head reluctantly opened the door for the two of them.

"You can even answer this kind of question. Is there anything you can't do?" Qiu Zhang's attitude towards Ian is the same as that of most first-year wizards. He has begun to admire Ian.

"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 who can be easily messed with!" Ian cursed himself loudly in indignation. He did this obviously to avoid being suspected by the clever little wizards.

There is a bounty on the "mysterious evil man" circulating among Ravenclaws now, and some senior wizards have even made some "torture instruments" in order to catch the culprit who caused the bronze eagle head to go bad. Ian has seen those things, which is why he no longer dares to think about collecting the bounty from the leader.

"You're right! That man is so hateful! I think he must be a hateful pervert, and he must be hiding somewhere now, enjoying the pleasure of torturing us!" Qiu Zhang had no doubt about Ian. She just empathized with Ian's words, and the resentment in her tone was not false at all.

"..."

Ian opened his mouth.

In the end, he did not dare to make any excuses - in fact, he did not think of teaching too deeply at the beginning, but who knew that the Bronze Eagle Head seemed to be addicted to learning. He had to communicate with the Bronze Eagle Head, and even for some knowledge he did not know, the Bronze Eagle Head hoped that he would study and check it out and then come back to answer questions.

"Please pay the tuition fee voluntarily. William, please collect it for me." As Ian's small class became more and more popular, he also had a very conscious free cashier.

The evening classes went as smoothly as usual, and everyone learned a lot as usual. The more talented young 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 away the light on the wand. The green light was the same as his hair. Perhaps it was because he had seen Ian scare people before, this guy kept muttering "Avada eats big melon" in his mouth, and his arrogant look really made Ian unable to hold back.

Michael was not the type of person who really liked "evening self-study", and Ian seldom saw him in the small classroom. But today, after returning to the dormitory, he discovered that Michael was actually studying with William's small desk lamp - this was definitely an unprecedented situation, as the black guy was often the first one to rush out of the classroom after class.

Not quite like Ron.

Michael's magic talent is actually even higher than William's. It's not that William's talent is bad. In fact, William is comparable to Hermione among the first-year students. It's just a pity that Michael is a genius student. He always learns what he needs to learn in class.

In the dormitory.

A top student and a genius student, the sense of déjà vu is really strong. Only Ian would not feel pressure in such a dormitory, because he is the one who blends in between the genius student and the top student.

"What are you reading?" Ian found that after he returned to the dormitory, Michael hurriedly put away his books, with a guilty expression that looked very funny.

"Nothing... nothing." Brother Hei hid his eyes and avoided them. He waited until Ian washed up and went to bed for a long time before he took out the book and continued reading.

Ian secretly cast an illusion spell on himself that he had just learned, and quietly slipped from the bed to behind Michael. Only then did he finally understand what book the little black man was reading for the first time in his life.

"The Wizard's 108 Love Skills"

really.

Michael really doesn't learn any useful knowledge after class.

"You can't woo girls with the stuff in this kind of book." Having satisfied his curiosity, Ian couldn't help but show up and whispered a reminder, which made Michael, who was unaware, almost jump up in fright.

The black man's skin almost turned into that of the red devil.

"Impossible! The author of this book said that if I can't get the girl I like, he will give me a full refund! And there's his ultimate killer move at the end of the book!" Michael didn't want to believe Ian's evaluation at all. He quickly turned to the last page of the book and scraped off the shiny coating on it.

[Remember, for us playboys, love potions are the best and most effective killer.] After seeing the words, Michael's complexion suddenly turned liver color again.

The human body is truly amazing.

"You must have bought this book in Knockturn Alley!" Ian also widened his eyes and looked at the author of the book... As expected, the author didn't dare to sign the book at all.

"Refund! Refund!"

Michael was furious when he came to his senses. He has always been a little wizard who likes sweet love and is obviously extremely averse to some Hextech technology.

"We are all brothers. If you need it, I can actually make it for you. Rebecca just needs to drink it for the rest of her life. How can this not be called love?"

Ian was jumping up and down in the dormitory, using his black talent to greet Michael, the author's family, and pulling out his suitcase from under his bed. He actually had a dream, which was to have a big house with him, and the traceless extension spell could obviously make his dream come true.

"Let me see~"

Late at night.

William and Michael, who was cursing so much that he ran out of words, had fallen asleep, but Ian was still studying his suitcase, constantly trying to expand the space inside.

[Proficiency of Traceless Stretch Spell +3]

[Proficiency of Traceless Stretch Spell +4]

[Proficiency of Traceless Stretch Spell +3]

On the second day.

It is still a calm day.

But Ian was a little surprised that his good uncle actually skipped two classes.

Yes.

The professor skipped class.

I heard that other teachers were also teaching Potions classes in other grades, and the school's excuse was that Snape had contracted a disease and was now receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. However, Ian had secretly looked at his Marauder's Map, and it was clear that Snape had been in his office at Hogwarts and had not come out.

It's bad enough that Dumbledore was incompetent as the headmaster, but as a professor at Hogwarts... well, he didn't seem to be a very competent teacher.

Ian also secretly went to find Snape, but Snape was blocking the door like Hagrid. He was frightened by his face with heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he was severely overdrawn.

"Uncle! What's wrong with you!"

Ian wanted to show some concern for Snape. Perhaps Snape was really infected with some epidemic disease. After all, his face didn't look like a normal person's.

"Mind your own business! Prince! Your Charms class will start in fifteen minutes!" Snape was ungrateful and just told him to leave without showing any emotion for Ian's concern.

He even looked at Ian with an annoyed look, wanting to curse but failing to do so. When Ian was about to leave for the spells class, Snape suddenly pulled out a few hairs from the top of Ian's head. The number of hairs he pulled out was not as many as before, but it seemed that Snape's movements were obviously becoming more and more skilled.

"Are you done yet? You!"

Ian covered his hair with an indignant look on his face.

Snape just glared at him and then slammed the door of his office. This was just a small episode. Ian, who was tricked by Snape again, was only depressed for a short while. Aurora's words "You have more hair than I do, I'm sure I can't pluck it all" were really a good remedy for enlightenment.

Of course, Ian is not someone who doesn’t hold grudges.

He had secretly made up his mind that once Snape died in the future, he would immediately conduct a carpet search in the Twilight Zone, and then work with his friends to pull out Snape's hair. If, as Mr. Morgan said, souls could be reincarnated, then he would make sure that his uncle had a bald head in his next life.

Over the next two days, until the day before Halloween, Ian's life was very fulfilling. After classes during the day, he would go to the Room of Requirement to study, occasionally telling the Dementors about his insights. After the small class in the evening, he would use all the time to carry out a more in-depth spatial expansion of the suitcase.

The area of ​​a large flat obviously cannot satisfy Ian's idea. What he wants is to be able to raise thousands of magical animals in it so that he can eat whichever one he wants when he is away from home.

"Of course, I won't eat cute ones, or those with human nature. I only eat those that are fierce and can't be disciplined." Ian spent two days like this, and he didn't even go to watch the Quidditch trials.

Ian is actually not too keen on this kind of sport that can make wizards extremely excited. Competitive games may be unfair, but they obviously cannot completely lose balance.

A Seeker with too much personal heroism is often the key to winning or losing a game, which can easily make the efforts of the entire team go to waste in an instant.

If the role of the Seeker could be weakened, perhaps the game would still be interesting.

When the young wizards returned excitedly after watching the game, Ian had already gained strength in the Room of Requirement, but some of his hair was pulled out when he was thinking about the problem.

"Oh, you have no idea what you've been missing! Gryffindor was about to be defeated, but someone very sneaky among them shouted Ian is behind you!"

"At the critical moment, Marcus Flint, who had been killing people all the time, fell off his broom. He was really scared of you. Even with his arm broken, he was still looking around in panic."

"Yes, yes, Marcus Flint was in a really miserable state. He was completely collapsed and was sent directly to the infirmary." Michael and William described in unison as if they were performing a crosstalk.

When he and his two roommates went back to get their textbooks, Ian heard a lot of descriptions of the game, and he was more interested in the scene where William said Marcus Flint fell off his broom.

It’s not that he wanted to see how his power could scare people, but according to the joint description of William and Michael, when Marcus Flint from Slytherin fell off his broom, his head could actually twist backwards 250 degrees crazily - what an exaggerated and outrageous description!
Ian really wanted to slap his two boastful roommates in the face for thinking they would believe that Marcus Flint was an owl!

"Hurry up! Don't let us catch up! That professor is scary!"

The afternoon class is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Although everyone is quite afraid of Gilderoy Grindelwald, he is a teacher with real skills, which has been unanimously agreed by all students in the school in recent days.

"At least it's better than the professor who was gored to death by a wild boar before the school started!"

"The professor who was killed at the beginning of the school year was definitely not better than this professor!"

"Of course! He is Gilderoy Lockhart! The perfect man! Although he will be old by the time I grow up, I will definitely give birth to a daughter and let her marry him!"

……

have to say.

Gilderoy Grindelwald's disguise is really excellent.

Apart from being frank 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 Gilderoy Grindelwald is less arrogant and conceited than the original, everyone just thinks that the real Gilderoy Lockhart may not be as exaggerated as the rumors say. In fact, this has changed Professor McGonagall and other professors' impression of Gilderoy Lockhart a lot.

"Today, we are going to get to know the centaurs." As soon as Gilderoy Grindelwald started teaching, he made Ian feel his means and ruthlessness as the first generation target.

The tall centaur with a dull expression, as if he had lost his soul and was still at the mercy of anyone, was obviously under the Imperius Curse, and his entire mind was completely controlled by Gilderoy Grindelwald.

This is not the limit.

As Gilderoy Grindelwald traced the history of the centaurs and analyzed their habits and characteristics, he began to lead the young wizards to study the weaknesses of the centaurs.

"Some people say that the internal structure of these beasts is no different from that of us humans, but this is not true. The skin and some organs of the centaurs provide them with extremely strong resistance to magic." Gilderoy Grindelwald waved his hand and moved gracefully like a conductor.

No spells were heard.

next moment.

The centaur's muscular body began to twist in a supernatural way.

The muscles and bones gradually separated in the visible ripples, but it did not groan in pain - because Grindelwald's magic had frozen its perception in the moment of horror. Amid the horrified gazes of countless young wizards and the screams that could not be suppressed, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded before the eyes of the witnesses.

The centaur's body seemed to be disassembled by an invisible force. Its limbs, torso, head, and even every rib, every blood vessel, and every organ were all freed from their original restraints in an incredible way, rising slowly and suspended in mid-air. They were not floating in a disorderly manner.

Instead, they are arranged in a strange and harmonious layout, as if they could be put together at any time to form a very, very vivid centaur.

Yes, it will be very vivid, because after the centaurs split, Ian can still sense their thoughts, which proves that the centaurs are still alive after being disintegrated.

In fact, if you observe carefully, you can find this.

Although the suspended organs were no longer complete lives, they still retained some form of vitality, as if they were wrapped in a thin layer of magic film, maintaining their most basic form of existence. The heart was still beating weakly, the lungs seemed to be breathing silently, and even the tiniest nerve endings were flashing with jumping light.

"Professor! What have you done!?"

"Oh my God! It's dead! It must be dead!"

"Ugh~ vomit~ vomit~"

……

Not everyone is observing and perceiving as calmly as Ian.

Those suspended organs, even the blood vessels and the blood flowing in them, were all clearly visible at close range. The surreal scene made everyone present feel an indescribable horror. Of course, it was definitely better than facing the Dementors, but many little witches were so frightened that they turned pale and vomited on the spot.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Ian raised his hand and couldn't help asking Grindelwald a question. Compared to the panic of the students around him, his focus was on Gilderoy Grindelwald's magic.

"This is a torture spell. If you want to learn this magic, you need to have a very good understanding of the structure of living things." Gilderoy Grindelwald looked at Ian with approval.

He then quickly patched up his words, "I'm just the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I won't teach you such cruel dark magic."

Just when Ian felt a little disappointed that he finally had room to use his [Butcher Instinct], Gilderoy Grindelwald spoke again with a very serious tone and a stern face.

"Hogwarts has always prohibited the study of the Dark Arts. If I find out that someone has sneaked into my office and opened the third drawer of my sixth cabinet from the top... Well, don't blame me for warning you harshly. You definitely don't want to know how severe my warning is."

Gilderoy Grindelwald said this very seriously, and immediately smiled like Lockhart, "I hope everyone can become a good child with independent thinking ability."

While talking.

He approached the centaur, who was disintegrated by magic and seemed to be frozen in time.

"As you can see, the centaurs' skin has an extra layer of tissue compared to ours. It is this layer of tissue that allows them to have magic resistance comparable to that of higher magical animals."

"As for the metabolism of the potion, it relies on this organ... It is not difficult to destroy the function of this organ, but it is really difficult to break through the magic resistance of the centaurs."

"However, as you can see, the centaur at the steel door is obviously not protected by the magic resistance organization. It is obvious that some special skills are needed to attack here." Gilderoy Grindelwald waved the magic again and restored the dismembered centaur to its normal state.

"I hope you will actively ask questions during my demonstration." Before Gilderoy Grindelwald began his performance, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was flung open. Severus Snape, dressed in a black robe and with a haggard face, rushed into the classroom where teaching was in progress.

"Come with me!"

Snape didn't give Ian time to answer. He simply pulled Ian towards the door. He didn't even look at Gilderoy Grindelwald on the podium.

"Professor Snape, I think I'm teaching a class. Are you going to take my students away from my class?" Gilderoy Grindelwald frowned and looked very unhappy.

"I have something urgent to ask him, and...what useful things can I learn from you?" Snape's disdainful tone clearly showed that he didn't give the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher any respect. This didn't seem like something a dean would do, but there was a reason why Snape said and did this.

"Lockhart, don't think I don't know what you've done... Dumbledore told me to be more restrained with you, but he obviously didn't know how bold you are."

Snape ignored Ian who was pulling at his robes. He stared at the man on the podium expressionlessly, "Dementor, centaur, I hope your money can also make the Ministry of Magic forgive your crime."

audacious in the extreme!

Really bold!

Ian stared at his uncle with his big eyes - Snape was really brave! He didn't even want to maintain the superficial relationship of 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 to the sixth grade class. There has never been any Dementors. I just let the little wizards in class that day experience the feeling of mental magic."

He glanced at Ian meaningfully and spoke in a light tone.

"Could this centaur also be your spiritual magic? Ha, your magic can actually make me fall for it as well. Should I praise your magic for being really powerful?"

Snape looked at the dull centaur on the podium with a sneer on his face. 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. I have obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic." Gilderoy Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and took out a license certificate from the Ministry of Magic.

This made Snape extremely surprised.

Under the gaze of the young Ravenclaw wizards, Snape felt a little embarrassed, so he could only force himself to say something tough and drag Ian out.

"It seems that your money is indeed very useful. It can even smooth the relationship with the Ministry of Magic." The angry Snape did not want to stay any longer, and disappeared around the corner of the gate with the somewhat reluctant Ian. Many young wizards did not react after Ian was taken away, and Gilderoy Grindelwald also looked at the gate with the young wizards.

He did not stop Snape from taking Ian away, but his eyes turned slightly white in the blind spot of the little wizards' vision, but soon the white eyes retreated back to their original state.

"Professor Snape is not usually like this. It seems something big has happened in his family." Gilderoy Grindelwald just frowned slightly. He was not able to express his frustration and curiosity about the failure. He just used a teasing voice and a double entendre to draw everyone's attention back.

"Let's forget about the low-quality Potions teacher and return to our high-quality Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I think Professor Snape must be jealous of my talent."

The class continues.

But Ian obviously couldn't get the full experience of this class. He was dragged by Snape all the way to the basement, and entered Snape's office in a daze without knowing what was going on.

"Aren't you sick? It turns out to be the case! You didn't let me do it, but you secretly cooked so much potion in the office..." As soon as Ian entered, he smelled the familiar smell of brewing potion.

only.

Before he could even jump up, he realized that all the potions on the table were grayish white in color, and had nothing to do with the gem-like dark blue infinite firepower potion.

Did I blame my good uncle wrongly?
Snape was rinsing the crucible there. Ian walked up to him with some confusion, picked up a bottle of grayish-white potion from the table, opened the stopper and put it next to his nose.

The ingredients are indeed correct... but the smell is a little different, plus the completely different color, it is obviously not the smell of the infinite firepower potion.

"Is this your improved variety?" Ian asked curiously, but found that Snape's expression became even gloomier. He propped up all the reprocessed crucibles.

There are six pots in total.

The quantity and even the placement of the potions were exactly the same as when he first discovered Ian secretly brewing them. Ian felt like he had returned to the afternoon in the Room of Requirement.

"What does it mean?"

Ian saw Snape take out six processed materials and put them on the table. At this time, Ian noticed that there was a bottle of potion with a brilliant golden color on the table.

"Don't touch that thing!"

Snape saw where Ian's eyes were, and he hurriedly wanted to rush forward to take the potion, but Ian, who was standing in front of the table, had quickly picked up the bottle and uncorked it.

The taste that has never been cooked.

But it’s not unfamiliar.

"You took my hair to do something bad!" Ian had never been so angry as today, because he smelled the unique smell of Polyjuice Potion in the bottle! He had suspected that Snape used his hair to make this thing, but he didn't expect that Snape would be caught by him now!

The polyjuice potion needs twenty-one days to be prepared. This uncle who is more evil than evil is really cunning. I wonder if he has always had the habit of impersonating others to do bad things!
"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Snape's eyes flickered, and he snatched the bottle from Ian's hand. "Think about it with your brain. What do I need to do to become like you?"

Snape knew that he could not hide the ingredients of the potion in the bottle from Ian. After all, no one knew Ian's level of potions better than him, the professor.

"Go make some medicine!"

He gave Ian his orders.

Seeing that Ian didn't take any action and just stood there staring at him, Snape frowned and said through gritted teeth, "I'll pay you! Go make the potion!"

Ian still didn't move.

"what do you want?"

Snape was obviously feeling helpless.

"I want to know what you are doing by turning into me!" Ian really didn't expect Snape to be such a pervert. As expected, Qiu Zhang would call him a pervert and put the blame on the family.

"I've only used it in this office." Snape slumped in the chair somewhat weakly. He was obviously unwilling to reveal his true purpose to Ian.

"Ok?"

Ian found it a little hard to understand.

"Boil the medicine!"

Snape felt Ian's suspicious gaze, and his expression was as frustrated and uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. He had no idea where he went wrong.

Or was it a miracle that such a potion could be brewed successfully once? If that was the case, it would be good, and he wouldn't need to choose an ingredient from the formula and try to kill it.

"Okay, professor, I don't want your Galleons. I just need you to help me exchange my Galleons into pounds and send them to my home during Christmas." After getting Snape's answer, Ian stopped being a wooden man and started to brew the infinite firepower potion.

Ian originally thought that Snape would correct some of his actions, but he never expected that Snape would just stare at his every step, without any intention of speaking or giving any instructions, until the dark blue potion was poured into the bottle, and the only sound in the office was the "gurgling" of the potion.

"You want six pots?"

Ian handed the prepared potion to Snape. He looked at the remaining five cauldrons and was about to continue when he was driven out of the office by Snape with a gloomy expression.

"Get your Galleons ready!"

He had no intention of breaking his promise.

But the action of closing the door was very rough. Ian wanted to put his ear to the door to listen to the movement inside, but he found that there was only the sound of cleaning the crucible in Snape's office.

I listened for about five minutes.

Ian just felt very bored.

"Maybe I can still make it to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Ian was still thinking about Grindelwald's valuable lessons without being able to figure out what Snape was thinking about. He didn't think that Snape couldn't do what he could do. Maybe Snape remembered the steps of the ritual wrongly?
Although Snape is a master of potions, staying up late will weaken people's memory... It is still possible. It can't be that only I can make this kind of potion, right?
Hmm...it doesn't seem impossible. Maybe I can ask Teacher Morgan what's going on next time - Ian used his habitual thinking of going to his mentor when he encountered a problem.

Just some time after Ian left the basement.

"how could this be!"

Snape looked at his failed work in disbelief. He had perfectly replicated all of Ian's steps one by one, even the time taken for each step.

however.

After the ritual using the magic wand, the potion that appeared was still grayish white in color. It had some effect of invigorating magic power, but it could not produce the same effect and quality as the dark blue potion.

"My steps were correct. I even turned into him... but it still doesn't work?" Snape was puzzled. He paced back and forth in the office for a long time, but he 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 the restricted section of the library. After all, that kid said his formula came from there."

Thinking of this.

Snape walked out of the office in a hurry. His hurried posture made the cats in the corridor quickly stay away. He met Sybill Trelawney, who was also a professor at Hogwarts, in the lobby on the first floor.

"Good afternoon, Snape."

Sybill Trelawney had fluffy hair and wore thick glasses. She held a crystal ball carefully, which was obviously a teaching aid for senior wizards.

"You seem to be troubled. Yes, I can feel it..." Sybill Trelawney got into the state ahead of time and grabbed Snape in a mysterious manner.

"I'm not your student. You don't have to perform in front of me, Professor Trelawney." Snape's eyes were cold and he shook off Sybill Trelawney's hand.

He continued walking towards the library.

however.

Sybill Trelawney behind her suddenly twitched, her eyes rolled up, and then a voice that didn't seem to be hers came out of her mouth softly.

"Why don't you ask the book, the one you got in your early years, the one that made the Squib Resurrection Potion." Sybill Trelawney's words stopped Snape in his tracks.

He turned back in horror.

He looked at Sybill Trelawney in disbelief. However, after saying this, Sybill Trelawney twitched a few more times as if she had epilepsy.

"What's wrong with you, Snape?"

She seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened.

"Do you remember what you just said?" Snape stared at Sybill Trelawney. He saw a look of confusion in Sybill Trelawney's eyes.

Snape finally breathed a sigh of relief with a complicated look in his 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 opened the secret compartment where he had taken out the potion before.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Snape took a brick from the secret compartment, and it immediately turned into a book in his hand, or more like a very old diary. The bright red cover seemed to show the owner's personality, and the owner of the diary had a name that Ian was very familiar with - Morgan Le Fay.

Except for the cover.

There was no text in the diary. Snape sat back at his desk, hesitating for a long time before he gritted his teeth, picked up the quill and wrote down his question.

"Is the formula of the resuscitation potion incomplete?"

He wrote down his doubts.

[Search results, keyword resuscitation potion: The formula of the resuscitation potion has been fully presented. The answer you are looking for is not recorded in this note. Perhaps you should look for a way to verify it from other places.] Words began to appear on the blank pages of the diary, with a feeling similar to the response of a search engine.

"It is just as I expected. The prediction of that crazy woman is still not to be believed. What the hell is going on with Ian's damn infinite firepower potion?" Just as Snape sighed with a depressed expression and was about to reseal the book, something he had not expected happened.

Although no text was written down.

But the handwriting in the diary reappeared.

[Search results, keywords: Infinite Firepower Potion: Prerequisite for Apocalypse Potion, cannot be copied, formula unknown, my master once had a record of it.

This is a taboo in the human world and requires the approval of the gods. 】

(End of this chapter)