However.
Ian also belongs to the type that won't be outdone, "A Death Eater who doesn't want to be the boss isn't a good Death Eater. When Voldemort falls, I want to be the nephew of the third generation of Black Demon King."
"My dear uncle loves black the most; he's definitely a good candidate for the Black Demon King." Ian spoke as if it were a well-thought-out plan, anyway, he was chatting and daydreaming while sneaking away from class.
He was merely speaking offhand, but Aurora evidently took it seriously. She stared at Snape, who was teaching leisurely on the podium, her eyes showing a touch of contemplation.
On the podium, Snape only discovered the two whispering to each other. After several warning glances failed, he simply diverted his reprimands to another Ravenclaw Little Wizard.
"Mr. Chelev, do not pick your nose during class. This is not a place to collect Magic Potion Materials. Due to your inattentiveness, Ravenclaw loses one point."
His intimidation did not manage to deter Ian and Aurora; instead, other Little Wizards felt somewhat sympathetic and didn't even dare to scratch their heads while listening to the lecture.
"Now begins the practice; this is when fools reveal their true colors." While brewing a Magic Potion, Snape's attention was no longer focused the most on Ian and Aurora.
He barely dared to leave Slytherin's area because Singe and Giggs, the two 'Crouching Dragon and Hidden Phoenix', always managed to create some bizarre innovations every class. Their family's Magic Potion notes seemed to be from another age; even the simplest Magic Potion could turn into a terrifying mess.
"Boom~"
See?
Even with Snape's frequent tight vigilance, they still managed, when Snape looked away, to somehow cause a green smoke to puff out of the crucible.
"Damn it! Who told you to add so much frog skin! Are you trying to turn us all into frogs?" Snape's speed at casting spells perhaps honed by the Little Wizards during Magic Potion class.
It was still a thrilling experience with no real danger.
The two Little Wizards from Slytherin were directly expelled from the Potion Classroom—even with the departure of the 'Breaking Bad' duo, Snape still harbored resentment and anger to continue venting.
"The order is wrong! You fool! Didn't you take notes earlier?"
"I wanted green liquid; are you colorblind? I'd let you drink this whole pot of blue stuff!"
"Damn it! Get your hand out! This isn't foot soak water for pig trotters!"
...
The big bat was ranting manically.
While the Little Wizards shuddered as they brewed their Magic Potions, Ian saw Snape several times discreetly take out the Living Map to glance at it during his patrol around the classroom.
Presumably trying to determine exactly where Quirrell was active within the castle.
"I bet he definitely didn't pay us." Ian and Aurora's potion brewing went smoothly, but several times when Ian attempted to upgrade his skills as a professional fire-crafter, Snape caught him red-handed.
This led Ian to have quite a bit to say about Snape.
"He confiscated several Little Wizards' maps." Aurora helped Ian handle materials and secretly handed him things while recounting events in Slytherin College.
"No worries, you can comfort those who had their maps confiscated, tell them the second map comes at a twenty percent discount." Ian madly stirred the potion in his crucible in front of him.
He also helped Aurora, who was handling materials, by stirring a few times.
"He already warned me not to sell forbidden items at Slytherin College... If you're caught helping that brat sell contraband again, I'll send you to Ravenclaw College." Aurora imitated Snape's tone and manner of speaking vividly; even the voice was almost identical.
This is most likely the voice-changing skill that those who have practiced Human Body Transformation Technique acquire.
"He's just trying to scare you; there's no transfer concept at Hogwarts." Ian felt that his dear uncle was blocking his financial path, except he had little in the way of response strategy. He couldn't very well secretly dig up his family's ancestors' graves and let them climb out to lecture Snape, right?
It's too ridiculous a laugh!
"I know, I sold two more maps right in front of him, and he didn't transfer me to your college." Aurora poured separately chopped materials into the two crucibles.
"Did your map also get confiscated?" Ian's hand, stirring the crucible, stopped suddenly. It didn't matter if other maps were confiscated, but Aurora's map hadn't done the setting to hide her coordinates.
"Of course not. Snape was furious, and wanted to punish me with detention, but once I produced the information collected by the Saints, he turned around and walked away immediately."
"Although he still muttered angrily, he didn't continue insisting on punishing me." Aurora blinked at Ian, said quietly with a hint of subtlety in her tone, "Ian, your methods for threatening people are indeed very handy; Snape seems quite worried I'll go digging up Lily Evans' grave."
The German girl's words made Ian's eyes widen directly.
Exactly.
The boldest one at Hogwarts is clearly not Ian.
"I didn't; don't say that. It's you who learned the bad ways from Slytherin's students." Ian worried that Snape would eventually settle accounts with him.
No wonder in this class Snape didn't care for Aurora or him.
"My grandfather said you dug up Voldemort's whole family's graves." Aurora poured the brewed potion into the container calmly, turning her head slightly to look at the Little Wizard beside her.