Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 871 247: Mysterious Night! Eerie Eyes!

The dome of the Room of Requirement was draped with dark purple curtains.

The dim light flickered as if responding to Ian's current bad mood.

Ian stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, eyes wide open, cursing loudly at the air: "That old bat Snape dared to steal my potion ingredients! How shameless can he be!"

While cursing, Ian paced back and forth in the room, the floorboards creaking under his feet. His face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.

Every expression and movement revealed his extreme discomfort.

It all made sense now!

Everything made sense now!

The truth of the matter was revealed with the effect of the retrospective magic! Ian never expected he would be the one taken advantage of, and good uncle Snape had actually managed to fleece him!

"Damn it!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

He always left behind Golden Galleons for materials when he used to take from Snape, only to be scolded by Snape who said he didn't care for his Golden Galleons, leading him to take without bringing any.

Logically speaking.

Reciprocity.

Ian can go without, but how could Snape not leave behind Golden Galleons! These potion materials Ian brewed were top-quality goods, most of which were premium items Hagrid saved specifically for him!

"Despicable old bat! I don't care about the Golden Galleons, I care about the attitude!" Ian tried to invoke female empowerment, still not understanding how Snape could enter the room where he brewed potions.

He also couldn't understand how Snape knew what potion ingredients he stored there. The only thing he could be sure of was that Snape likely attempted more than once to brew a potion to transform Harry into Harley.

If Snape's own stock of materials hadn't been depleted, Snape probably wouldn't have targeted him—after all, the Head of Slytherin House, who knows Ian well, knows this would make Ian explode.

And the consequences of Ian exploding.

Would likely give him a headache.

"Looks like my old uncle wants to give Slytherin students a hard time!" Ian knew that blaming Snape was useless, so he accurately chose a useful target for his grievances.

"I don't know if he's just a pure pervert, or if he's investigating something..." After calming down a bit, Ian also found himself quite curious about the magic potions Snape was researching.

The probability of Snape being a pervert is low, so Snape's reason for wanting Harry to become Harley must be intriguing, and there's definitely another reason hidden behind it.

"Does he want to torment Harry to lure Lily?" Ian had this thought pop into his head only to directly dismiss it himself.

After all.

Lily Evans' situation, whether James Potter knew it or not, nobody knew, but Ian believed it was definitely a secret not known to anyone outside of the Soul Hall.

Even Dumbledore probably didn't know that the mother who sacrificed herself to protect Harry Potter turned into an apostle of the Soul Hall for reasons unknown to anyone.

A secret even the old headmaster couldn't detect, Ian didn't think his good uncle could detect either. You couldn't really say that the concept of love conquering all could be applied here, could you?

Not knowing is simply not knowing.

Snape wanting Harry to become Harley probably has another agenda—Ian rubbed his chin, unable to summon Detective Conan for insight this time.

He ultimately couldn't figure out Snape's intention behind brewing the magic potion. Nonetheless, such a potion capable of changing someone's gender was truly astonishing.

Unlike Polyjuice Potion.

Polyjuice Potion transforms you into someone else.

Whereas this potion directly comes with a swap of polar extremes.

"Bring me a glass of water." Ian said without turning his head, and the well-trained Dementor behind him immediately brought him a glass of refreshing, chilled water, no need for ice.

Ian took the glass, hesitated a moment, then drank it all in one go. The icy water dripped down his chin, wetting his front. "Bring me another glass."

Clearly.

At first.

He didn't ask for a glass of water to drink, just couldn't resist once it was in hand. Like many people who buy fried chicken for their girlfriend end up eating a few pieces even if they didn't want it initially.

What?

Someone doesn't have a girlfriend?

That seems unlikely.

"My bad uncle's actions have given me a new inspiration; maybe I don't need to "revive" Voldemort to create a crisis enough to make Lily panic."

"Which will then... reveal the clues like a chick's foot, allowing me to capture them, leading me to find the Soul Hall." Ian stared at the glass in his hand, recalling the scent he smelled when he met Harry Potter.

He identified all the ingredients.

As for the ratio... that was no challenge for Ian, already a Master of Magic Potions. Moving his magic wand lightly, the water in the glass began to transform.

To be specific, the water in the glass began to change.

From crystal clear, it slowly shifted to a weird crimson color, which was Ian's Transformation Technique, allowing him to defy the Transformation Law to create things with magical effects.

Whether it was alchemy creation, biological entities, or magic potions, Ian could create them through his in-depth understanding of their structure and his cheat-level Transformation Technique.