Harry Potter: The Wizard of Apocalypse

After finishing a day's classes, the group planned to head straight to the Great Hall because, judging by the time, it was almost time for dinner to be served.

Ian simply ate some food, said goodbye to his two roommates, and left.

He had more important things to do, and he was still thinking about the semi-finished formula of the blood-purifying potion.

In fact, Ian was very clear that this was not an easy task. If it were really simple, this book would not have remained unknown for so many years. It might have been sealed and controlled by a pure-blood family long ago.

However, his magical power was growing slowly now, and he had already learned most of the spells. Instead of doing nothing, he might as well find something to do.

Are we going to let him play and fight with these half-grown kids all day long?

Ian had always been clear about his purpose for coming to Hogwarts. At the beginning, he came to learn magic and acquire the ability to protect himself in the apocalypse.

Now that he had completed his previous plan and learned about the magic of magic, he had new ideas.

If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world. He wanted to do something for the world that was on the verge of death, so he was eager to climb to the top of magic, because only in this way could he at least have the ability to make some changes.

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After returning to the dormitory, Ian continued reading books about bloodlines.

"...I still have too little experience in potion-making. I don't understand the commonalities behind many potions. It's a bit unrealistic of me to try to complete the formula."

Ian flipped through his notes and pondered. He finally realized how naive his previous thoughts were.

"But this is not bad; at least I understand my shortcomings. As expected, there are no shortcuts in any subject. I'd better study honestly and step by step."

After thinking everything through, Ian decisively closed the book on bloodlines.

Instead, he took out the Advanced Potion-Making textbook and started flipping through it. He had already made up his mind to study this subject carefully in the next few days.

Because he realized that if he couldn't become a master of potions, it would be a pipe dream to try to change or complete the incomplete potion formula.

The night had already enveloped Hogwarts. The weather in England in October was always changeable. It was sunny in the afternoon, but it was windy and rainy in the evening.

But all this had nothing to do with Ian, because he had long been immersed in the world of books. Under the warm light, the whole dormitory looked very cozy.

I don't know how long it took, but this peace was broken when the two roommates returned to the dormitory in a very embarrassing way.

Looking at their wet and muddy robes, Ian drew out his wand decisively. "Scourgify!"

"Merlin's socks, this is a spell that is only learned in the third year. Ian, are you able to use it proficiently?"

In response to Andre's slightly exaggerated question, Ian simply said, "It's not that bad. Maybe I have a little talent for spells, which allows me to learn some common spells on my own."

"I don't think so. To be honest, Ian, you could probably apply to Professor Flitwick to start taking third-year courses. At least you can do so for Charms. With your current abilities, it would be a waste of time to go back to first-year classes," Ivy said calmly.

After hearing this, Ian also felt that what Ivy said made sense.

With his current level of spells, it would not be too much for him to go directly to a fifth-year spell class, let alone the third-year class. It was indeed a bit unreasonable for him to continue staying in first year.

Ian nodded in acknowledgment and said, "You're right. Perhaps I should choose a time to talk to Professor Flitwick about this matter."

"Ha, that's right. Then we can go to class together again."

Andre said with some excitement.

"Okay, guys, you two can sleep in tomorrow morning, but I still have a Potions class waiting for me. If there's nothing else, I'd better go to bed first. Next time, you don't have to come back until curfew."

Faced with two overly energetic roommates, Ian quickly finished his speech and got up to wash up. Ivy was okay at times, but Andre was indeed a bit of a chatterbox.

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The next morning, Ian and Snape were the only ones left in the Potions classroom. This was normal, as even Slytherin students would not stay in the classroom for a minute longer after hearing the bell for the end of class.

At this moment, Snape stared at Ian with empty eyes and said in his characteristic long voice:

"The commonality behind the potions? When did the self-proclaimed smart Ravenclaws become so stupid? Do you think you've prepared a few bottles of ridiculously simple potions, so you want to change the formula?"

Ian was well-prepared for Snape's ridicule. After all, in potion-making, if you want to complete or change the formula, being familiar with the common properties behind the potion is the most basic first step.

"Professor, I don't think this is ridiculous. I know it's very difficult to change the potion formula, but at least I can see it as a goal, right? I enjoy the process of brewing potions, but I don't want to follow the book all the time. I think that would be foolish."

Ian calmly retorted that this was not an excuse or a deliberate pretext to cater to Snape, but rather his true inner thoughts.

He understood very well that it is better to have no books than to believe in them blindly.

"Target?"

Snape sneered.

"I remember that I gave you a list of books during your first class. So, our future Potions Master, have you read all the books on that list? I don't remember you coming to see me during that time."

"Of course, Professor Snape, I have read all of them and taken detailed notes."

Ian also came prepared. As he spoke, he took out the notes he had prepared earlier, a thick stack of parchment, and placed it on the table.

Snape glanced around and saw that each piece of parchment was filled with various discussions, and his expression eased slightly.

"At least you're not that stupid. Since you've read these books, you should know that improved recipes are too far away from you. Potions can't be learned from books."

When Ian saw Snape's transformation, he immediately said, "Of course, so I came to seek your guidance."

Ian did not flatter Snape with eloquent words. He knew very well that a top potion master had no shortage of compliments and praises.

Instead of trying to be clever and ending up making things worse, it is better to tell the truth from the beginning and be a good and studious student.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Professor Snape nodded and said calmly: "You can come here every Wednesday and Friday at 7 o'clock in the evening to deal with medicinal materials. Remember, potions cannot be learned from books."

"Thank you for your instruction. I will be there on time."

The goal was achieved, and Ian was very happy at this moment.

"Then I will not bother you any further, Professor Snape."

After seeing Snape's expression that showed he didn't want to communicate too much, Ian tactfully left the Potions classroom.

"A good start."

Ian thought as he walked toward Professor Flitwick's office.

He didn't forget what his roommate had said yesterday. With his current abilities, it would be a waste of time to take spells classes with the first years.

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