By afternoon, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had Potions class together. When Peter saw Professor Schiller enter the classroom, he was not surprised at all. After all, according to Professor Charles, this was Doctor Schiller's Dream, so it was perfectly normal for him to be there.
Peter greeted Schiller with practiced ease, then eagerly went to his seat and began tinkering with the huge pile of Potion Ingredients.
He rubbed his hands together but did not immediately touch anything. Instead, he silently recited the lab regulations to himself first. He searched the desk inside and out, but found neither protective clothing nor gloves.
After Schiller finished his opening remarks and taught the theoretical material, Peter raised his hand and asked, "Professor, are we just starting like this? Shouldn't we go over the lab safety regulations?"
Then he turned around inside his desk and said, "Aren't we going to the preparation room? Where do we change into protective gear?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "Peter, this is magic..."
"But magic still needs to be safe! If improper preparation causes an explosion, where are the evacuation routes?"
Schiller said somewhat helplessly, "In a sense, you're right. But with me here, I'll be responsible for keeping you safe."
"Really?" Peter blinked. "Is magic really that amazing?"
Before Schiller could answer, he began working with smooth, practiced motions.
The first lesson was extremely simple. It was really just sorting and chopping herbs, handling slugs, and learning to control the cauldron's temperature and stirring.
But Peter, who had spent a long time in chemistry and biology labs, clearly had no intention of stopping there. First, he began dissecting the slugs.
Peter always had a particular air about him when he was doing experiments, one that made people reluctant to approach him—especially when he was dealing with