Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 99: Surprise! Snape's Fear!

Snape had never thought that he would one day meet such a student, and this student was his own blood relative. He had never heard of such a thing in all his years of teaching and had never dared to even think about it.

You're only in the first grade and you dare to make a love potion!
Or batch brew!

I'm afraid that He Who Must Not Be Named would never do such a thing! How could such an evil kid go to Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin? Although as the head of Slytherin, he shouldn't have such thoughts, Snape really couldn't understand the decision of the Sorting Hat at the Sorting Ceremony.

"Don't tell me Dumbledore gave you permission to do this."

All wishes will be granted in front of the house.

On the corridor on the eighth floor, Snape had a dark face and a stern expression. He was ready to punish Ian severely, but was brought here by Ian who was trying to avoid punishment.

"Perhaps he will grant it?"

Ian looked towards the principal's office.

He still hadn't handed over his ultimate weapon for the special attack against Dumbledore.

"Oh, Dumbledore did lose his integrity in his later years and did such a dirty and despicable thing, but does he dare to admit it? Prince, don't forget that I am your legal guardian."

There was still some resentment in Snape's eyes. Two tests, two definite answers. He really couldn't imagine that the respected Dumbledore would leave a bloodline in the Prince family.

My aunt has a husband! Damn Dumbledore! No wonder that old man said that he only had time to save a baby! After a few nights of careful thinking and connecting the clues, Snape finally understood why Ian was so talented - at least he thought he understood.

"I'm sharing a Hogwarts secret with you, dear uncle. I really don't want to brew any love potion. The smell you smell is just a damn appearance!" Ian silently recited his Potions classroom in his mind and walked back and forth in the corridor three times. The door of the Room of Requirement appeared silently.

Under Snape's shocked and incredulous gaze, Ian rushed to the door as if possessed by Hagrid, opened a gap just big enough for him to get in, and squeezed himself in.

"Oh!"

Before Snape could even react, the door was closed by Ian who had crawled 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 happened to the door at the first moment. After he came to his senses, he looked at Ian who walked out of the door with an expression that was somewhat out of control.

"Don't tell me those things went down the drain!" The Hogwarts Potions professor's voice was urgent, with a bit of panic and nervousness. Recalling the series of shocks Ian had brought to him before school started, Snape could even accept Ian being sorted into Gryffindor.

"I just tidied up a room that was a bit unsightly. Of course I know that love potions cannot be poured into the sewer... No, I'm not researching love potions at all!" Ian actually went to hide his good assistant. He didn't think Snape would let him keep Dementors in Hogwarts.

Such a useful assistant may be able to assist in alchemy. Ian doesn't want to lose Palu who doesn't need food or drink.

"Is this the secret room that Dumbledore told you about? The Chamber of Secrets?" Snape obviously didn't know about the existence of the Room of Requirement. He just associated it with the rumors about Slytherin House over the years.

"This is called the coming and going room, Uncle Professor Snape." Ian opened the door again. Snape learned his lesson and grabbed Ian's robe by the back of his neck and lifted him into the air.

"I think I can walk by myself." Ian gestured in the air. But Snape obviously didn't want to respond. He pushed open the door with a serious and alert expression and walked in.

Enter the eye.

It was a very old and solemn Potions classroom. Snape felt that it was a product of several centuries ago. He even found the Potions professor from several generations ago in the portraits on the walls of the classroom.

"They are here..." Snape didn't even have time to sigh, his eyes were immediately attracted by the six cauldrons in the middle of the classroom that were still "bubbling". The jumping flames made the liquid in the crucibles slowly heat up, emitting a faint unique fragrance.

It was the smell he smelled in the corridor - this might be a secret room, but the ventilation system of this room was of course still connected to the Hogwarts castle.

"I think I can tell what you are boiling." Snape gritted his teeth and walked to a few crucibles, looking at the processed materials on the table nearby.

He grabbed several types of materials and added them to one of the crucibles in batches, chanted a spell, and then, pearl-like color and spiraling steam slowly appeared.

The aroma was stronger and varied from person to person - Ian smelled the scent of books. Snape didn't know what he smelled, he frowned and looked very ferocious.

"What else can you explain now? Damn Prince! Not only did you make the love potion, you also improved its formula, shortening the brewing process from three months to a few hours!"

"Maybe I can apply for the Best Potion Innovation Award for you? I really hope you can enjoy this honor in Azkaban!" Snape's emotions were complicated.

on the one hand.

He was shocked and surprised by this improvement, but on the other hand, he felt a little disappointed and horrified that Ian would use such a talent to make aphrodisiacs.

"I can take you there right now!"

Snape obviously didn't know that Azkaban could no longer scare Ian.

The Potions professor clenched his cheeks very tightly, and his eyes were looking at several crucibles that had been cleaned very cleanly and even set up as if they could be put into use at any time.

"Six pots! You cooked six pots! And you still complain that it's not enough for you!" Snape's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and his trembling voice was filled with intense indignation. He suspected that Ian might not even let Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, or even Madam Pomfrey and Madam Pince go.

No... or rather, Ian had no intention of letting anyone go! Perhaps the male wizard was also considered! ? The look he gave Ian was not only annoyed but also a bit of shock and anger.

"It was obviously you who made the aphrodisiac! What I was going to make was not a love potion at all!" Ian turned the tables and pointed at the aphrodisiac that Snape had brewed and retorted loudly.

"The love potion you learned about in the restricted section? I knew Dumbledore shouldn't have approved it for you!" Snape turned his attention to the headmaster and didn't believe Ian's words at all.

indeed.

No one at Hogwarts knows more about potions than him.

"I'm studying a possibility!" Ian has discovered that Teacher Morgan's aphrodisiac formula contains several really useful knowledge, but in fact he is only slightly trying to figure out one of them.

If Snape hadn't caught him.

He would definitely be able to complete the analysis of this kind of knowledge tonight. There was no other way. For the sake of his innocence, Ian could only bite the bullet and step forward to start processing the new materials. Fortunately, Snape had been carrying the large bag of materials that Ian "purchased", which gave Ian the opportunity to use practical actions to clear his name.

However, when Snape saw Ian light a clean cauldron, the anger on his face obviously increased a little.

"You want to teach me how to make potions?"

His expression was extremely ugly.

"I just hope you can give me some guidance." Ian didn't just want to throw the jar into the air. He knew very well that Snape's research on potions was far beyond his understanding.

At least for the time being.

"You have even improved the formula to such an extent, and you still need me to guide you in making a love potion? Ha! Don't think that you can please me and let you go by talking so smoothly! This is a love potion! It's a crime! Do you understand?" Snape's expression was still annoyed, but his anger had obviously subsided a lot.

"If you hadn't ruined the pot that was closest to success, I would have let you know what I was doing right away!" Ian retorted while processing the materials.

To be honest, Snape did succeed in brewing the love potion, but there were quite a few differences between it and Teacher Morgan's recipe. The original potion could become something completely different after removing some ingredients. It was just a foundation, and the easiest direction was to create a love potion.

If Ian hadn't realized this, he wouldn't have thought of studying all night.

"Kakakaka~"

Without the help of the Dementors, Ian could only process the materials manually. Snape, who was standing next to him, certainly couldn't come to help. The old bat's face was full of impatience and gloomy expressions.

"You idiot, cut it thicker, don't release the medicinal effects of the calamus root so quickly!"

Fortunately, Snape did not stop Ian's actions. Unfortunately, without any other little wizards who needed attention, he was able to devote all his attention to finding fault.

"Throw away the top layer of the narcissus root, soak it in honey, and then mix it with the liquid from the petals. Do you think it's hard for bees to collect honey by pouring so little?"

"You are willing to pour out the bile of the armadillo. The armadillo must have a deep hatred for you, or your empty mind thinks that the more of this stuff, the more effective it will be."

Snape's venomous tongue was much sharper than usual, probably to vent his anger. Ian did not refute, and corrected exactly what he said.

[Potions Proficiency +4]

[Potions Proficiency +6]

[Potions Proficiency +3]

……

Although Ian was only scolded by Snape in an exaggerated manner because he poured a little more or less, the fact that his proficiency on the panel increased more frequently than before did show that Snape was not looking for trouble, and Ian still had a lot of room for improvement in handling materials.

"Why did you add unicorn saliva... No, where did you get such a big bottle of unicorn saliva!" Snape noticed that Ian had started to perform operations other than preparing the aphrodisiac.

Before he could be shocked by the large water bottle that Ian took out, he saw Ian stirring a bowl of frog brains and then pouring it into the pot along with the unicorn's saliva.

"Are you trying to use this despicable method to confuse me as to whether you are brewing the love potion?" Snape wanted to get angry, but he smelled a peculiar fragrance.

Ian changed the steps of the operation process, starting from the semi-finished potion he just saw, which is why he did not stop it at the first time.

"Of course not." Ian began to wave his wand under the frowning gaze of Snape.

Imposing ritual.

The potion in the pot began to change, and the smell changed accordingly. At this moment, Snape, who had been saying "I'm going to see how you perform" on his face, suddenly became a little surprised and doubtful.

"And add some armadillo bile!"

Suddenly, his eyes became somewhat shocked, and he interrupted his correction to Ian in an anxious tone, and quickly rushed to the place where the 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 a gleaming look and a serious expression, had already brought the materials to the front of the crucible and started adding them one by one. Ian didn't even tell him what to add, and the order and amount of materials Snape added were slightly different from what he had imagined.

"uncle……"

Ian wanted to speak.

But he was interrupted by Snape's eyes.

"continue!"

The Potions teacher's voice was somewhat complicated.

Under his warning gaze.

Ian quickly used his wand and spells to continue the ritual—without feeling the ritual had failed, Ian saw the liquid in the crucible slowly changing from the initial turbidity to clear and transparent, and finally showing a charming dark 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 Mr. Morgan's seemingly tricky and profound formula could be verified so smoothly.

He has to be a half-blood prince!
"Where is your original formula for the love potion?"

Snape didn't know when he lost his previous anger and annoyance. He personally scooped out the potion and put it into a crystal bottle.

Looking at the potion in the crystal bottle, Snape finally believed Ian - no matter how extraordinary and outstanding a little wizard was, it was absolutely impossible for him to develop such a thing within a few days of school starting.

"I found the formula in the restricted area, but I just memorized it in my mind." Of course, Ian couldn't give Morgan's dress fragments. The most he could do was share the formula with Snape for research together.

The good uncle has no children.

No matter what research results we achieve, how can we forget 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's talent in potions. Not to mention ordinary wizards, even many experts in potions probably do not have such a keen sense of smell for potions.

Being able to extract a certain property from a potion formula... the Prince family will obviously not fall into decline. Snape felt relieved and had some indescribable emotions.

"I think this is a vitality potion that can keep our magic power super active for a long time. Perhaps we can name it the Infinite Firepower Potion." Ian's naming level is obviously inversely proportional to his talent for potions, but this does not affect his bright future of becoming a monopolist.

"I think we need to apply for a patent and then sell it to the Aurors. There must be a lot of people who need it. I think it will be more popular than shampoo or something!"

Ian's voice was filled with excitement.

This is actually the achievement and patent of Mr. Morgan. As Mr. Morgan's only living apprentice, he can certainly be regarded as the only heir to Mr. Morgan's legacy! How can the teacher's research be buried in history? Ian feels that it is his duty to carry forward this greatness!

Just when Ian convinced himself that he was a very responsible person.

"Go to the restricted area, find the formula, and then..." Snape's voice was very low. Ian originally thought that he wanted him to bring the formula to him.

however.

"Destroy it! Use your Fiendfyre! Or any other magic you have!" This was definitely a request that Ian was not expecting.

Very confusing.

But Snape's expression was extremely serious...even a little scary. It was far more oppressive than when he felt Ian was making the love potion.

“Is this for monopoly?”

Ian was very confused about Snape's attitude.

"Let this recipe rot in your stomach!" Snape looked around at the crucibles and raised his hand to use magic to completely destroy all the semi-finished products and materials.

If I find out that you have shared the formula with your friends, don't blame me for inflicting cruel mind-altering on them." Snape's expression was more serious than ever.

"Prince, I don't want to die, and I think you don't either." After leaving behind a terrifying whisper, Snape grabbed the finished product in his hand and hurriedly left the Room of Requirement, leaving Ian standing in the empty classroom with a confused expression, completely unable to understand what was going on with Snape.

basement.

Snape's office.

The Potions professor opened the door and walked in, then closed the door. As if he was worried, he locked the door again. Then he took Ian's bottle of potion and walked to his desk.

He just sat there.

Staring at the blue potion he placed on the table, there was fear, terror, and worry in his eyes. However, the obvious entanglement was gradually intensifying with the passage of time.

"I know I shouldn't do this. It's very dangerous." When he could no longer suppress his emotions and had a fierce ideological struggle in his mind, Snape finally walked to a wall.

He chanted a spell.

The bricks on the wall began to rotate and shift, revealing a secret area hidden in the wall. However, in the area, which was only the size of a shoe box, there was a bottle of star-like potion.

【Water of Resurrection】

This is the label on the potion, with Snape's unique handwriting. Judging from the luxury of the crystal material used for the bottle, this is obviously a masterpiece that the potion maker is extremely proud of.

Looking at the works in the secret compartment.

Snape paced back and forth in front of the compartment for a long time, hesitant.

The sky began to darken.

He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.

"But I don't want to die with regrets either."

Snape took out the potion resolutely, set up his own crucible, poured in his own work, and then added a few ingredients and performed a ceremony.

The process didn't last long.

After completing a series of operations, Snape took out his own boiling potion and poured it into Ian's potion. Then, starlight appeared in the blue potion.

Brilliant and dazzling.

“Really…successful.”

The potion was ready, but there was no joy on Snape's face. Instead, he looked pale, and even his voice and the hand holding the potion were shaking uncontrollably.

"How can it succeed!" Snape ran to his locker in a hurry, even stumbling a little because of his panic.

After taking out a rubber-tipped dropper from the cabinet, Snape used it to draw some potion from the bottle, then caught a toad and dripped the potion onto the toad's skin.

after a while.

"Prince, I really hope you just want to feed us all aphrodisiacs." Staring at the imprisoned toad, Snape's face turned even paler.

"Why has it to be such a terrible disaster!" He was holding a transparent stone in his hand and placing it close to the toad. A faint blue light was flowing slowly in the stone.

Like a twisting thread.

That is.

Magic detected.

　Something happened today, bigger chapter tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)