The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 67: We've figured it out! We've all figured it out! [First Update]

The fire was extinguished.

Ian wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"Without me, this potion would have been ruined!"

Just as those who bring fire must carry their own torches, those who start fires must also prepare their own fuel.

Controlling the heat is an art.

Whether cooking ingredients or brewing potions, perfect control of the heat is always crucial; it's an indispensable key element determining success or failure. In short, it's full of responsibility and hardship, at least that's how Ian sees it. And his personal stats align with his values.

Potions Mastery (Level 2) 65/200

Ian had actually been paying attention to every step of the cooking process.

Practice brings true knowledge.

What others think is unimportant. The increase of more than ten points in proficiency speaks for itself. All I can say is that this was truly an exhilarating potion-making experience!

"We're really amazing, we finished first, and the quality looks really good."

Ian didn't see Snape's face, which was practically grinding its teeth, not far away, and began to instruct Aurora that it was time to complete the final step of brewing the potion.

"Uh-huh."

Following Ian's instructions, Aurora poured the potion into the container. Looking at the bottle of high-quality boil potion, a satisfied smile appeared on her naturally aloof face.

The first attempt at brewing the magic potion was a great success.

This is a sense of accomplishment.

"You're amazing! I even think we're both future Potions Masters!"

Ian consistently provided emotional value.

Aurora's handling of the ingredients and her control over the cooking process were indeed excellent, but Ian felt that his occasional instructions must have also played a significant role.

Instructing others to brew magic potions.

How can it not be considered a kind of potion talent?

"I wonder if I can bring the potion back." Aurora still seemed to be a collector, carefully placing her and Ian's works on the table.

at this time.

Growing increasingly angry and bewildered, Snape stormed over. He simply couldn't tolerate Ian Prince's disrespectful act that blasphemed the family's honor.

How could the Prince family produce such a stoker!

"Professor, look at our work! Give it a score!"

Ian thought the best work in the class was his and Aurora's, but he didn't realize that his initiative to start a conversation was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Slytherin gets five points, Ravenclaw loses one!" Snape immediately calmed himself down before awkwardly trying to justify his actions.

"This potion is clearly Miss Grindelwald's doing; it's quite well done, and I think the final quality would have been even better without your interference."

Snape didn't make a big fuss about it; he just coldly rebuked her from the side of the table.

"This is clearly the result of both of our efforts." Ian was naturally unconvinced. How could his personal panel lie to him? He had been deeply involved in the potion-making process this time.

"Professor, I think Ian is right."

Aurora chimed in, looking on with agreement.

Seeing that this outstanding student from his own house was actually siding with outsiders, Snape's forehead was almost contorted with rage, and his expression looked like he was about to grind his back teeth to powder.

Since both parties gave the same story, Snape couldn't really lash out. After all, in certain situations, he could sometimes be quite reasonable.

"However, for this lesson's assignment, I need two finished products." Fortunately, Snape's years of experience in handling matters allowed him to immediately come up with a solution.

"ah?!"

The one who exclaimed in surprise was neither Ian nor Aurora, but rather the young wizards around them who were still working hard to brew potions. They all stared wide-eyed and panicked.

"Professor, you didn't mention that. I've been taking notes the whole time."

"Oh no, we only selected one portion of the ingredients."

"We've already learned how to cook one batch, there's no need for us to cook two, is there?"

"How did you learn this? We can't even brew one batch! Can someone teach me how to turn the green potion yellow?"

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"My urine is yellow, can I get some urine in?"

The group of young wizards wailed in despair.

Snape, however, remained unfazed.

He snorted coldly.

"I may not have said it before, but now I have—this is my request." Snape's nonchalant words made Ian feel like he had met someone even more shameless than himself.

All the young wizards, including the Slytherin students, were somewhat indignant, but no one dared to retaliate. Ian could only submit to Snape's tyrannical power.

"Aurora, we've run into a jerk. Go get the ingredients, let's make another batch." Ian sighed heavily, and the German girl next to him was about to get up when she heard this.

however.

Snape, however, pressed down on her shoulders and forcefully pushed her back into her seat.

"Miss Grindelwald has finished her work, now it's your turn." Snape stared intently at Ian, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

In all his years, he had never seen such a cunning and treacherous little wizard! Damn the Sorting Hat! Why wasn't a guy like this sorted into Slytherin!

"This is blatant targeting!"

Although Ian was complaining, he had no choice but to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof. He went to the storage cabinet and selected another set of materials for brewing the sub-potion.

"Snake fangs, slugs, porcupine quills —"

Seeing what Ian had brought back, Snape remained silent, just frowning and staring at him. Left with no other option, Ian had to bite the bullet and begin dealing with the snake fangs.

Aurora wanted to start a fire.

Snape glared at her fiercely.

Aurora ignored her.

They began to stir the fuel beneath the crucible.

As a result, Snape grabbed her by the back of her robe and dragged her aside.

"Huh?"

When being lifted up.

Hands danced in mid-air.

The German girl seemed to instinctively reach for her magic wand.

I just held back.

"Let him do it himself."

Snape ignored whether the other young wizards who hadn't finished their work were having any trouble, and stood in front of Ian's table as if he was determined to supervise them from beginning to end.

"Click click click~"

Ian ground the snake fangs into powder and added them to the crucible. He adjusted the heat himself and took the time to deal with the horned slugs in the materials.

He was mentally calculating the time.

Wave the magic wand.

He added the processed horned slugs to the crucible.

"This thing is actually just like making soup; it all depends on the heat and the simmering process." Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit stiff, Ian chose to emphasize the role of the fire.

This is a key point that Snape himself mentioned before.

therefore.

Annoyed, Snape could only remain silent.

He stared intently at Ian's actions, wanting to seize the opportunity to give Ian a good scolding, saying that this little bastard was a disgrace to Prince!

Between clenched teeth.

Snape, however, discovered that Ian's series of actions were completely flawless, without any oversights or mistakes.

This made the Hogwarts troll, who had already prepared his scathing remarks, feel quite frustrated.

"continue!"

Snape was not giving up.

"What happened?"

"Why is the Headmaster staying with Ravenclaw the whole time?" The other young wizards all looked in this direction.

Slytherins, in particular, found themselves losing the affection of their Headmaster.

Some people were puzzled.

Some people were also staring at Ian and Snape, muttering something under their breath.

Everyone looked over.

"It's not just about the skill of stewing soup; reducing the sauce is also very important, which involves stir-frying techniques." Ian is not one to keep quiet.

While gently lifting the crucible away from the flame, place two porcupine sticks inside and begin stirring clockwise five times.

Ian also fully demonstrated his excellent character of never holding back.

His explanation not only earned Aurora's nod of approval as she watched intently from the side, but also prompted her to agree.

The young wizards watching from the sidelines also seemed to be deep in thought. Compared to Snape's lofty and sophisticated explanations, the young wizards felt that Ian's explanations were much more detailed.

"Shut your vulgar mouth."

Snape finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"It's done, Professor."

Ian poured the prepared potion into the container. The yellow-green solution bubbled slightly inside the glass bottle, its color so perfect it was exactly as described in a textbook.

Not perfect.

But it is absolutely impeccable.

Snape was just about to comment.

"So that's how it is! I understand now!"

"I understand now!"

"Looks like my mom's a Potions Master too! Her cooking is amazing!"

The sounds rang out one after another.

It was like a demonic sound piercing the ears.

Snape is facing the biggest challenge of his coaching career.