After all, there were still descendants of God's priestesses at Hogwarts School, and wizards have always believed in the story of the God of Death and the Three Brothers. Snape just felt that even if there were divine spirits in this world, they shouldn't be easily acknowledged by them, right?
Ian could brew the preliminary potion! This clearly indicated some very special issues. Snape couldn't wrap his head around what kind of god would favor Ian, that crafty little rascal?
"Perhaps the so-called need for divine permission is just a requirement to perform some special ritual?" Snape was really reluctant to believe that a potion master like himself couldn't gain such divine favor, whereas something as unreliable as Ian could be favored. Surely it wasn't that the gods just cared about looks and hair volume?
"It could also be that the first person to touch the legacy acquires the special ritual blessing left by Morgan, and the so-called divine permission is just Morgan's embellishment of that ritual."
This was a guess that made Snape feel slightly less frustrated. His pride was indeed soothed a bit, but following it was a wave of regret. If he hadn't let Ian destroy the source of the original formula, maybe he could have gained the ritual blessing from the source of that original formula.
After all.
No one can say for sure if this "permission" can only be bestowed on one person.
"Perhaps I can use the Time Converter to go back and stop that little brat." As soon as this thought arose, Snape immediately shook his head to dismiss it.
It's also because of pride.
Going back on his word in front of his nephew.
Doesn't Snape care about his reputation?
Besides, since Ian didn't run into him in the library, it proved he clearly didn't have the chance to save that historical legacy. Whether he went back or not, the result would be the same. Any wizard with some ability knows the terrifying outcome of manipulating time, and unless necessary, no one would want to touch this thing called time.
It also belongs to the realm of forbidden magic.
To challenge another forbidden aspect for a potion that cannot be exposed in the light is clearly not a wise choice, because everyone knows that those who tamper with time will eventually be tampered with by time.
People can only witness history.
They cannot change history.
Over the years.
It has become an undisputable truth.
It cannot be shaken.
...
After leaving Snape's office, Ian immediately ran towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts class—luckily, Ian still managed to catch the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but unfortunately, he only caught the end of the class, watching helplessly as a group of little wizards came out of the classroom both frightened and excited.
"Oh! Professor Gilderoy Lockhart is simply amazing! His class is scary but really educational! He actually showed us how to deal with the Imperio spell!"
"Did you guys see that Centaur trying to escape, and then being frozen in place by magic? It cursed at us, and Professor Gilderoy Lockhart directly made its mouth disappear!"
"Do you think that Centaur was dead or not in the end? I feel like its heart has completely died... When you guys shoved your magic wands right up its butt, it didn't even move!"
"That's what it deserves! I just hate that my wand isn't long enough!"
"Yeah, yeah, didn't you see that the Young Professor's roommate was kicked flying against the wall by it? Just like Gilderoy Grindelwald said, these Centaurs are beasts."
...
Standing at the doorway of the classroom.
Listening to the little wizards chattering about the class, Ian felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He clearly missed a lot of spectacular scenes in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Even when the little wizards greeted him, he felt it difficult to maintain a forced smile. Clearly, it was all the fault of the Old Bat, who loved cosplaying as a little wizard in the office.
"At least he promised to bring something back to the orphanage for me at Christmas..." Ian could only comfort himself with that thought, as he couldn't find anything to swipe in the deserted Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom—probably due to the Dementor, Gilderoy Grindelwald didn't even leave a scrap of fabric in the classroom.
"Michael, I heard you were kicked against the wall. William, did you capture the scene on camera?" At dinner, Ian saw Michael with a bandage wrapped around his head.
Upon his inquiry, William, showing both his broken arms, revealed that the Young Professor's roommate, who was kicked against the wall, was not a singular term.
"That Professor Lockhart is so bad, he actually made Michael and me fight a Centaur. That Centaur really wanted to kill everyone present!"
"I think this professor should be locked up in Azkaban!" William complained to Ian with lingering fear, his expression filled with resentment towards Gilderoy Grindelwald.
"Its hoof hit me right on the forehead, it really hurt!"
Michael was also still quite shaken.
Compared to Brother Xiao Hei, who never forgot to crazily chow down on drumsticks despite having a concussion, William continued to complain nonstop, almost thoroughly cursing out Gilderoy Grindelwald's entire family.
He clearly did not know who he was cursing.
Sitting beside him, silently listening, Ian looked up at the professor's seat with Gilderoy Grindelwald—he only hoped that his roommate, who yearns to become a new generation Saint, never finds out the true identity of Gilderoy Grindelwald. More importantly, he hoped that the ardent follower family of his good roommate would never learn of today's events.