The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 68: The Reward, and the Birth of a Real Dog [Second Update]

"Making potions isn't like cooking!"

Snape's roar was deafening.

However, it failed to resonate with people.

The young wizards were merely silenced by the threat, not because they were convinced of the power behind their backs.

"Look what you've done!"

Snape regretted letting Ian take charge. Some things are better learned than practiced. Why did he let this guy lead people astray?

Seeing Ian's finished product.

Although Snape was still dissatisfied with Ian's attitude and extremely annoyed by Ian's words that influenced the young wizards, he ultimately acknowledged the work that Ian had completed.

"It's alright, but it lacks the soul of a potion, and there's no respect for potions."

Snape gritted his teeth and gave his assessment, but his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed completely.

That gloomy face also returned to its expressionless state.

The old bat was very angry.

But it seems like they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There's a sense of relief.

I don't know if it's just Ian's imagination.

"I don't want to see you being so lazy in the next class, nor do I want to hear your bastard ideas again. Only potions made with care can achieve their maximum effect." Snape gave a mild reprimand, grabbed the potion that Ian hadn't even cooled down, and put Ian's hard work on the podium.

"I'm very disappointed in you all. You can't even make the simplest potion. I even saw a novice wizard boil a potion into a shit-like orange-yellow color."

Snape looked around and then held up Ian's potion.

"Although this is just a rigid, lifeless recitation of the textbook, it's still more complete than most idiots' work. I hope you'll take a good look at the color that boil medicine should have!"

"Don't let me see your colorful things again, especially you!" Snape glared fiercely at the area where the Slytherin students were.

"You're not even as good as a lazy bum! You are absolutely the worst class I've taught in decades. The glory and excellence of Slytherin have completely vanished from you!"

Sharp criticism.

This caused the young Slytherin wizards to lower their heads.

And just then...

It smelled somewhat like rotten eggs, and also had a pungent, unpleasant odor that wafted through the Slytherin area, causing many young wizards to sniff.

The same goes for Snape.

His expression suddenly changed.

"Damn it!"

Before he could even rush off the podium...

"Boom!"

The magic potion has gone to heaven.

On the table of a young Slytherin wizard, the potions in the cauldron were spraying like a fountain straight to the ceiling. Snape quickly pulled out his wand and cast a spell into the sky.

It's a levitation spell.

Countless liquids were suspended in the air.

This prevented a rain of potions from falling from indoors during Potions class.

"Ziggs! Singed! What have you two idiots done?!" Snape's expression was filled with anger and lingering fear, and his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

Obviously, if this rain of potions were to fall on the students' heads, the consequences would be unimaginably dire, and he might even have to pack his bags and open a shop in Diagon Alley.

"We—we want to do something innovative, Professor. I have some ancestral potions notes at home," one of the boys with the afro stammered in response to Snape's question.

"Is what's in the textbooks not enough for you? Are my lectures no longer enough for you?" Snape cleaned up all the suspended liquid.

He was like an enraged... giant python? Anyway, he was menacing.

"I—I just heard you say that we can't be rigid and just follow the textbook, so I had a sudden inspiration." Another bald little wizard showed a bitter face.

Snape was hit by the boomerang and was speechless.

However, he and Professor McGonagall were always somewhat different from other professors.

"Now, right now, pack your things and get out of Gryffindor!" Snape roared, making all the young wizards shrink back in fear.

"I--."

"No, no—"

The two little snakes blushed and shook their heads frantically. To be honest, Snape certainly didn't have the authority to transfer people to another hospital; his intimidation and aggressive demeanor were mostly just a way to change the subject.

"Remember today's lesson. If anyone dares to make such a commotion again, I will tell them to pack their things and get out, and never set foot in my classroom again."

That warning was serious.

Snape didn't dare to be careless for the rest of the time and began to carefully supervise the last batch of underachievers' cooking.

"The color isn't right! Throw it away and cook it again!"

"Look at the color of this potion! You idiot!"

"Didn't you watch Prince make the potion? Redo it!"

"This bottle is barely acceptable. I need to practice more when I get back, and at least reach this level."

Snape carried the potions made by Ian around the long tables of the two houses until the last group of young wizards brewed a potion that was barely passable.

"It's obvious that none of you are particularly talented wizards. To let this soulless potion become number one, and Slytherin's performance is especially disappointing."

Snape picked up Ian's potion with a look of disgust, walked back to the long table where Ian and Aurora were, and placed the potion back in front of Ian.

"This prize is yours, Mr. Prince. It was originally intended for an outstanding person, but it ended up benefiting a mediocre person who has no respect or reverence for potions."

Snape then took out another cloth bag and placed it in front of Ian.

"Also, five points for Ravenclaw. Although I'm not happy about it, I've always respected the system of rewards and punishments." He casually untied the rope sealing the bag.

A young wizard came over to take a look.

"It's Felix Felicis! My dad has a bottle!"

An incredulous sound rang out.

The classroom suddenly became noisy.

"Yes, Felix Felicis. In the world of potions, it is the threshold by which one is qualified to step into the realm of a master. However, those of you here probably will not have the opportunity to experience the process of brewing it."

Snape glanced around the classroom, his expression arrogant. He looked at the cloth bag he was holding.

With a look of surprise on his face, Ian walked towards the podium without turning his head.

"get out of class dismissed!"

The young wizards, already feeling somewhat oppressed and having been scolded quite harshly, immediately packed up and left after that outburst. Snape, having finished organizing his presentation materials, also prepared to return to his office to calm down.

however.

I just stepped out of the classroom.

He saw Ian and Aurora still standing in the corridor.

"Regarding the return gift I promised last time, I originally intended to learn alchemy and make you a super weapon of mass destruction."

But this is also a good thing; it's the result of my hard work!

Ian took out the largest bottle from the bag, which had clearly been pre-packaged, and handed it to the German girl. There were five or six bottles of Felix Felicis.

"??????"

Not far away.

The classroom entrance.

Snape, who happened to overhear Ian's speech, had veins practically popping out on his forehead.

You've put in so much effort?

I've been working for half a year straight!

Could you be any more shameless?!

Hogwarts has really gone mad this year!!

"I don't want that, I want a super weapon of mass destruction, is it really super powerful?"

Aurora is like a curious child.

just.

Her act of returning the blessed elixir.

Or perhaps it became the final straw that broke Snape's back.

"Haha, so there are two dogs!"