Snape's departure was as swift as his arrival.
Sean was left bewildered, clutching ten shiny Galleons, muttering to himself under the watchful eyes of the nosy portraits lining the corridor.
"What was that about with Professor Snape…?"
"Hahaha, young Green, you don't think that gloomy—oh, but brave—fella's lost it, do you?" Sir Cadogan, as always, was bold as brass.
The commotion shifted.
Sean shuffled a hundred meters down the hall, and even the portraits backed off a couple of frames.
Because Snape was back, his face darker than the storm clouds outside.
"Lady Violet, Sir Cadogan's gonna be okay, right?" Sean whispered to the kindly woman in the white petticoat.
"What's 'okay' to you? Getting singed? Shoved into a painting full of trolls? Or…" Violet chuckled, not remotely fazed by her own grim suggestions. "He'll live, at least. Anything more than that? Well…"
Sean silently mourned Sir Cadogan for three seconds before moving on.
The corridor echoed with Cadogan's wails well into the night.
On his way back to the common room, Sean pulled out the note, using it to distract himself from the endless spiral of Ravenclaw's stairs.
Truth never compromises, and the wizard who seeks it will always find it.
When an improved ritual sharpens a wizard's senses, those with talent will notice the wondrous changes.
Ignorant fools wallow in stale traditions, but true potion masters never stop exploring.
You might wonder why improved rituals are so rare—
Sean flipped the page, curiosity making the climb less grueling.
You must understand—spells and potions are linked by a single thread of origin.
You've felt it when you guide magic with your will.
As you suspected, I've done the necessary work.
Every improved potion ritual has its own unique method of will-guided magic.
Know this: this is Polacci's greatest contribution to the mysterious art of potions!
Next, I'll reveal the secret of what makes potions truly magical—
Sean held his breath.
Rituals and will-guided magic were a matched set?
The reward pool was still climbing… Polacci's groundbreaking work kept gaining value.
Sean couldn't help but marvel—
The vastness of magic lies in this: when a wizard with dreams carves a new path, they flip open a book and find someone's already written it.
He memorized every word of the method, line by line.
He was standing before a treasure trove—a lifetime of wisdom amassed by Polacci, one of the greatest potioneers ever.
Checking his panel, Sean saw his potion progress had jumped:
[Title: Potion Novice]
[Scabbing Solution: Apprentice Level (210/300)]
[Progress: Brew three beginner-level potions to unlock the Beginner Potion Title]
His Scabbing Solution was nearing beginner level. Time to hunt for other potions to brew, grind experience, and unlock that title.
Magical Drafts and Potions listed several beginner recipes: Common Antidote, Scabbing Solution, Forgetfulness Potion, Herbicide Potion, Sleeping Draught, Swelling Solution, and Awakening Potion.
They were similar in difficulty, costing a few Galleons each.
But those were standard quality—about "Skilled" level in price.
Higher-quality potions could cost double, even triple.
At peak quality, they were practically priceless.
Sean figured master potioneers didn't bother with low-level potions, and low-level brewers couldn't manage high-quality ones.
Like his own "Expert" Scabbing Solution—worth a whopping ten Galleons.
His wallet was suddenly a lot heavier.
Deep in the night, the purple-spotted cover of Advanced Potion-Making flipped open in a breeze.
A note fluttered down like a dancer, landing by the sky-blue drapes:
Yes, the journey continues.
We still haven't found the ultimate answer to the essence of potions.
But by chance, we've uncovered something new.
Could this be a new beginning for potions?
—Polacci
Monday morning, the Ravenclaw first-years were unusually quiet.
They had back-to-back Potions classes first thing.
Under the shadow of a certain Potions Master, it was easily their most dreaded lesson.
"Sean, slow down, slow down," Justin fumbled, trying to keep up as Sean brewed. He swore Sean improved with every potion, making even his detailed notes hard to follow.
"Hold up, Terry, you're saying we're still prepping ingredients while they're already done?" Michael, stirring slugs, shot Terry a look like, You think I'm an idiot?
"Yup." Terry's eyes flicked to Justin, catching the potion, double-checking.
"I can't believe it… Okay, I believe you," Michael said, glancing over, then quickly turning back with a sincere, "Terry, I'm sorry for doubting you and Sean. Think we could ask him for some tips after class?"
As the first Potions class neared its end, Snape swept toward the back row, making the young Ravens and Badgers shrink in their seats.
"Barely passable," his icy voice drawled.
"One point—each."
Sean eyed the [Beginner] proficiency potion. He hadn't helped much—meaning Justin's potion talent was actually pretty solid.
When the second class started, Snape announced they'd be learning a new potion: Swelling Solution.
A groan rippled through the first-years who'd just mastered Scabbing Solution, quickly silenced by one of Snape's glares.
Only Sean's eyes lit up.
"Swelling Solution—a deceptively simple potion that tests precision and intellect," Snape's low, smooth voice filled the dungeon, snuffing out the last whispers. He paused, a mocking curl to his lip.
"Naturally, for most of you, that's an impossibly high bar. So if you dare let your mind wander…"
The students snapped to attention, jolted.
Swelling Solution's three ingredients: bat spleen, dried nettles, puffer-fish eyes.
Two were new to Sean, so he watched Snape handle them without blinking.
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