In the Apocalypse, I Can Enter Hogwarts

Chapter 397 Professor Titus...

When brewing potions, Ian cares more about the feeling.

There was no rigid adherence to the instructions, no detailed steps, and just like when I first brewed a potion, everything was based on intuition.

With the last ingredient, ginseng, added, Ian waved his wand, causing the cauldron to begin stirring automatically.

To be honest, the automatic stirring cauldrons sold in Diagon Alley are actually quite useless, except for a few specific potions that require constant stirring.

But... everyone has their own preferences, and Ian really liked this automatic stirring crucible. Nothing more, just pure fun.

Watching the churning cauldron, my thoughts drifted back to Potions class, Snape's classic opening lines echoing in my ears: "The cauldron simmering slowly, emitting white smoke and a wonderful fragrance... that wondrous magic that ignites a sense of disorientation."

"A wizard's will when brewing potions should never be confused..." Ian shook his head and muttered to himself.

This actually reveals the limitations of many potion masters. Of course, we can't blame them; it's mainly due to their ingrained thinking over thousands of years.

It's like Newton's apple; nobody thinks about why it fell, they just assume it's all perfectly normal.

However, Snape's current research is practically the Newton of Potions, as he contemplates the will of potions and analyzes their composition.

Will, concept, and abstraction, the trinity, constitutes the wondrous potion.

Whether it's will or concepts, wizards can subjectively control them, but 'abstraction' is a rule-based condition that cannot be changed or altered.

Half an hour later.

Ian looked at the crucible that had stopped stirring, and his intuition told him that the potion was a success, but the specific effects still needed to be verified.

But at least one thing he was certain of was that the potion in front of him was very different from the original Wolfsbane Potion.

The potion was poured into a pre-prepared empty bottle. At that moment, Ian had an urge to storm into Snape's office.

"You should thank me properly, Professor Snape!"

The potion before us has indirectly proven the correctness of Snape's theory. A wizard's will can, to some extent, alter the effects of a potion.

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The success of the potion lessened the guilt she had felt earlier.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Ian brought the improved finished potion to the lower level of the castle.

Even during the day, candles are still lit in the basement and corridors for lighting.

The Potions professor's office, the Slytherin common room, and the Potions classroom are all on this floor.

At 8:30 in the morning, a few students had already scattered into the Potions classroom. Ian only caught a glimpse of the little eagle with its bright blue stripes as he passed through the classroom door.

After all, in the entire Hogwarts, only Ravenclaw would arrive early to sit in the classroom and preview the textbook.

Although Ian knew that Snape had Potions class in the morning, he still chose to wait at the door, not wanting to wait a moment longer.

The success of the wolfsbane medicine was a qualitative leap from zero to one, and Ian considered himself quite rational to wait even one night.

Faced with such a revolutionary and epoch-making topic in potion science, no one can remain calm and composed.

Fifteen minutes later.

Snape appeared right on time outside the office, fanning himself in his black robes, and strode towards the Potions classroom.

"Professor! Please wait a moment." Ian called out to Snape.

Under Snape's expressionless gaze, Ian took a vial of potion from his pocket. "Will and concept, products of a wizard's subjective will, we succeeded."

Even though Snape was a master of Occlumency, Ian still saw a hint of surprise in his eyes for a moment, but it quickly turned into doubt.

It's hard to imagine that Snape, known for his expressionless face, could switch between expressions so frequently in such a short time...

Just as Ian was enjoying the Sichuan opera face-changing performance, Snape snatched the potion from his hand, uncorked it, and the pungent smell quickly filled the basement corridor.

However, the smell, which was unbearable for ordinary people, was like nectar to Snape. He brought his nose to the bottle opening again and took a deep sniff for a few seconds.

"Wolfsbane Potion... Same ingredients, different effects..." Snape murmured to himself.

Although somewhat shocked, Snape was, after all, a Potions Master of his time, and quickly regained his composure.

"You go to class for me!" After saying that, Snape turned and went back to his office, not giving Ian any chance to object.

"Bang!"

The sound of the door closing extinguished Ian's last glimmer of hope.

Now he could see that, as the initiator of the project, Snape's inner excitement was perhaps much greater than what he showed.

Ian glanced back at the closed office door, shook his head, and reluctantly walked toward the Potions classroom.

After all, in his experience, professors usually tell students to study on their own when something like this happens, instead of finding someone to take their place.

Five minutes later.

Ian stood at the door of the Potions classroom, looking at the group of well-behaved children inside, who were as quail-like as quails, and was filled with mixed emotions.

When it comes to classroom discipline, among all 12 courses, only the Potions class truly manages to enforce strict discipline.

Outside the door, Ian was stared at by dozens of curious eyes, and he was forced to walk onto the podium.

"Ahem..." Ian cleared his throat and said:

"I regret to inform you that Professor Snape has had to attend to other matters, so I will be teaching this Potions class instead."

"Boo!" Although the students below were mentally prepared, they still burst out with considerable enthusiasm when they heard that Snape had asked for leave.

"Quiet down, quiet down!" Ian waved his hands, trying to restore order to the classroom.

However, without Snape's deterrence, all efforts were in vain.

Left with no other option, Ian could only shout, "Go ahead and argue, Professor Snape is in his office, it's not far from here at the end of the corridor..."

Snape's name seemed to possess a magical power, quickly silencing everyone again.

"That's good. It's just one class. You don't want your names to be recorded and then put in solitary confinement by Professor Snape, do you..." Ian said sinisterly after looking around.

"Hahaha, I was just kidding!" Ian burst out laughing as he looked at the little wizard sitting precariously below. The little guys were so easy to fool.

"However! Before class starts, you'd better tell me what grade you are... and what the lesson is supposed to cover according to the schedule."

A balance of tension and relaxation, a little joke eased the tense atmosphere and helped Ian easily integrate into the class.

In other words, it means control and manipulation.

(End of this chapter)