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  “Brewing potions is not the same as cooking!” Snape’s roar echoed through the dungeon but it failed to strike a chord.

  The young wizards fell silent, but only out of fear, and not out of vi.

  “Look at what you’ve done!”

  Snape already regretted letting Ian take the lead. Some things were fio study, but they did not necessarily o be practiced. Why had he let this boy corrupt everyone’s minds?

  Seeing Ian’s pleted potion, Shough still displeased with Ian’s attitude aremely annoyed by his influence over the students, ultimately aowledged that the assig had been pleted.

  “It’s adequate, but it cks the essence of potion-making— there is no reverence for the craft.”

  Snape gritted his teeth as he gave his verdict, though the deep furrow in his brow finally smoothed, and his perpetually stormy expressioled bato his usual cold rality.

  The old bat was livid, but it seemed as though he had secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Perhaps it was just Ian’s imagination.

  “I expect better effort in the lesson, and I do not want to hear another word of your nonsense. Only potions brewed with care achieve their true potential.” Snape delivered his half-hearted reprimand, then took Ian’s still-otion and carried it to the front of the css.

  “I am deeply disappointed in all of you. Some of you couldn’t even mahe simplest brew, and I even witnessed one among you produce a revolting e-yellow sludge.”

  Snape surveyed the room before holding Ian’s potion aloft.

  “Although this is a lifeless, textbook-exact replica, it is still superior to the abominations the rest of you have cocted. Take a good look at what a proper Boil Cure Potion should resemble!”

  “I do not want to see another mess of mismatched cain— especially from you lot!” Snape’s gre sharpened as it nded on the Slytherin students.

  “You are worse than idle sckers! The worst students I have had the misfortune of teag in decades. Slytherin’s legacy of excellence is utterly lost on you!”

  His scathing remarks made the Slytherin students shrink in shame.

  Just then, a foul stench, somethiween rotten eggs and sulfur, wafted from the Slytheriion, causing several students to wriheir noses in disgust.

  Even Snape flinched and his expression darkened.

  “Merlin’s beard!”

  Before he could intervene,

  “Boom!”

  A cauldroed.

  A geyser of potion shot toward the ceiling from a Slytherin student’s station. Snape whipped out his wand and cast a quick spell.

  ‘Winggardium LeviOSa (Levitation Charm)’.

  Droplets of liquid froze mid-air, preventing a potion shower from dreng the students.

  “Giggs! Singed! What in the name of Sazar have you two dunderheads done?” Snape’s voice was a mix of fury and arm, and his wand hand trembled slightly.

  Had he been even a moment slower, the entire css would have been covered in a disaster of unknown magical sequences. He might as well have had tn and open an apothecary in Knockturn Alley.

  “We... we were trying something new, Professor. My family has some old potion notes,” Stammered a boy with a mess of curly hair.

  “The standard text is insuffit for you? Do my lessons no longer suffice for your ‘brilliance’?” Snape swept the suspended potion droplets away with a flick of his wand.

  He looked like an enraged serpent ready to strike.

  “I-I only remembered you saying earlier that we shouldn’t blindly follow the textbook,” The other, a bald-headed boy, muttered sheepishly.

  “...”

  Snape had been caught in his own tradi and was momentarily speechless.

  But unlike Magall and the other professors, he did not take such things lightly.

  “Out! Straight to Gryffindor!” Snape bellowed, making the entire css recoil.

  “I...”

  “No, no!”

  The two Slytherins turned red and shook their heads wildly. Of course, Snape had no real authority to reassign students to another house, but his sheer presence made it feel like a real possibility.

  “Remember today’s lesson well. If anyone dares to cause such trouble again, they will be pag their things and leaving my css permaly.”

  That threat was not idle.

  For the rest of the lesson, Snape monitored the students closely as they struggled to refiheir potions.

  “The color is wrong! Throw it out and start over!”

  “This shade is an abomination! Imbecile!”

  “Did you not observe how Prince brewed his potion? Do it again!”

  “This one is just barely tolerable— practi your rest time until you at least mahis standard.”

  Snape prowled the with Ian’s potion in hand until even the weakest students had managed something presentable.

  “None of you possess true talent. The fact that this soulless potion has taken first pce is a disgrace to Slytherin.”

  Snape lifted Ian’s vial with distaste before returning it to Ian and Aurora’s table.

  “This reward is yours, Mr. Pri was meant for someoruly exceptional, but as, it has found its way to one who has her respeor reverence for poti.”

  He then pulled out a small poud set it before Ian.

  “Additionally, Five Points to Ravencw. Though I loathe to grant them, I do respect the system of rewards and punishments.” He casually uhe pouch.

  Some students ed their necks to see.

  “It’s Felix Felicis! My dad has a bottle!”

  Excited whispers spread through the room.

  The css erupted with murmurs.

  “Yes, Felix Felicis. A true measure of a Potioneer’s skill. Yet not one among you will likely ever have the opportunity to brew it.”

  Snape sed the room, his gaze filled with arrogance. He g Ian, who was staring at the potion with mild surprise, then turned and strode back to his desk without another word.

  “Css dismissed!”

  The students, having endured enough scolding, hurriedly gathered their belongings. Snape packed up his materials, ready to retreat to his office for some peace.

  However, just as he stepped into the corridor, he spotted Ian and Aurora lingering outside.

  “The gift I promised— I inally po learn alchemy and fe you a superon, but this is just as good. It’s the result of my hard work!”

  Iaed the rgest vial from the poud ha to the German girl.

  “??????”

  Nearby, at the doorway, Snape, having overheard Ian’s words, felt a vein throb in his temple.

  Your hard work?

  I spent half a year brewing that!

  This school has truly goo the dogs!

  “I don’t want this; I want the superon. Is it really super?” Aurora asked, curious.

  However, her act of returning the Felix Felicis was likely the final straw.

  “Hahaha, so it seems we have two fools!”

  (End Of This Chapter)