The afternoon class was Magic History Class.
Ian chose to skip class.
It's not that he had any objections to a high-quality afternoon nap; he just didn't want to feel left out in his dormitory, especially since his two roommates skipped an afternoon class yesterday.
Moreover, if he didn't experience the feeling of skipping class now, choosing to skip class later when there are several classes to attend every day obviously wouldn't be worth it. After all, skipping class once for an entire afternoon compared to twice, Ian could clearly distinguish which was lighter or heavier.
Unlike most little wizards who skip class just to rest or have fun, Ian spent the entire afternoon immersed in the Room of Requirement, tinkering and researching Morgan Witch's Magic Potion formula.
The heritage of Amortentia is incredibly ancient.
The finished Amortentia potion sparkles with a pearly sheen and releases a distinctive spiral-shaped vapor. Its scent varies from person to person, presenting different fragrances in people's minds based on individual preferences. A highly skilled pharmacist can even provoke intensely strong feelings of love in the user.
However.
No one has been able to create that truly unbreakable emotion called love, and Ian doesn't think Teacher Morgan's formula could remedy this flaw.
It might not be an aphrodisiac.
But it certainly can't bring true love to anyone; that's why Amortentia is listed as a forbidden drug, merely causing the drinker to develop a strong attachment to someone.
Even if the effects of Amortentia last long enough, it's probably comparable to the power of money... Ian despises such things, but that doesn't stop him from analyzing some of the elements in magic potions. As the saying goes, practice brings true knowledge, and to analyze the desired knowledge, Ian must pay attention to the changes in each magic potion material.
"Gurgle~ Gurgle~ Gurgle~"
The potion classroom is filled with a peculiar herbal aroma mixed with a mysterious and unsettling fragrance, a unique scent emitted during the brewing process of Amortentia. Compared to the popular traditional Amortentia brewing methods, Teacher Morgan's formula evidently doesn't require three months of brewing time.
Of course.
The trade-off is a substantial increase in the cost of materials used in the brewing process. This is already a modified formula by Morgan Witch, yet Ian still couldn't find all the materials in the Potion Classroom, obliging him to make another trip to Uncle Snape's office, solving most of the material issues.
"Some fresh materials can only be found in that place." Ian glanced at the Dementor he had tied up with a little elf apron, standing like a chef beside him, "Watch this pot for me, ensure the fire below doesn't go out, and don't let the intensity decrease or increase."
Faced with such complicated orders.
The hellishly cute-looking Dementor quickly floated over—maybe their race isn't low in intelligence, but rather unfamiliar with the "foreign language" of the real world.
At least the Dementor clearly understood Ian's orders and executed them accurately, pressing its face hidden beneath the cloak to the front of the fire.
It couldn't see the flames.
But it evidently could sense the temperature.
"Do your job well, and I'll catch Ron's Scabbers for you next year." Ian wasn't deliberately making empty promises; he genuinely couldn't see Peter the Dwarf in Gryffindor's dormitory. Although this Animagus would only be given to Ron next year, Ron's elder brother already started disliking his aged rat this year.
No idea if it was because he felt embarrassed in front of the girl he fancied—after all, taking a girl to see cats do somersaults is normal, but who's ever heard of taking a girl to watch a rat do flips?
"Ah, had I known I could have gained a Pocket Monster, I wouldn't have sailed far away to the Misty Illusion Realm with Voldemort..." Ian first took a trip to the elves' kitchen.
Then he inventoried the materials he still lacked, using the Living Map to avoid the professors' active areas, and sprinted toward the Forbidden Forest after exiting the castle.
Honestly.
Ian really wanted to learn Snape's soaring monkey-like magic, maybe not as stylish as the Magic Cloak, but with undeniable advantages in travel and escape.
Traversing the grasslands.
He quickly arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest where a small old wooden house stood.
The small wooden house seemed quite antiquated, with deep and shallow wood, overgrown with wild grass, harmoniously co-existing with the surrounding lush forest, its roof covered with thick moss and clumps of resilient flowers.
Besides some common farm tools, several cold weapons like long crossbows were found at the door, and those oversized rubber boots made Ian feel he could even put his head inside to explore.
"Maybe this is also considered seeking death."
Ian deliberately left his backpack half-open behind him to reveal the fresh meats inside, then hugged a prepared rye bread and some biscuits to his chest.
Ready.
He knocked on the door of the small wooden house.
"Who would come looking for me at this time? Yaya, don't bark. This is not the Forbidden Forest." Amid a fierce barking sound, the rough voice approached closer to the door.
As the door opened.
Hagrid appeared before Ian, with a face full of beard. He was the key keeper of Hogwarts, the groundskeeper and Dumbledore's most loyal assistant and friend.