Sinister Hands Stir

"Merlin, Adam, you're too amazing!"

Stepping out of the Potions classroom, Klon couldn't help but exclaim, "Not only is he great at studying, but he also dares to answer Professor Snape's questions – I can't even move when he looks at me!"

"It's nothing, I'm just very interested in Potions."

After all, the Sorcerer's Stone can't be eaten directly; it needs to be brewed into the Elixir of Life to extend one's lifespan, and some potions are indeed very useful.

"Professor Snape seems a bit intimidating, but he's actually a good person."

As he spoke, Professor Snape walked past them with a book, and his dormmates… no, the entire corridor seemed to be muted for a few seconds.

"That intimidation seems to be more than just 'a bit'…"

Klon breathed a sigh of relief; he almost choked on the words he held back earlier, and then couldn't help but blurt out the complaint that was stuck in his throat:

"Where did you see that Professor Snape is a good person? When I handed in my Pimple Potion, he almost shoved the bottle into my eye socket!"

I think a big part of that was because the Pimple Potion you handed in was green, while everyone else's and the one in the book were blue…

Swallowing his true thoughts, Adam changed to a more subtle way of speaking:

"After all, it's Potions, and the potions brewed are meant to be drunk, so of course, it has to be strict. Think about it – if the Potions professor was all smiles, giving you a decent grade no matter how good or bad your potion is, and not making things difficult for students on exams – would you dare to drink the potions brewed by those students?"

It can be compared to the exams for medical students, where the strictness of the exam requirements is among the best in all majors.

"Hmm…"

Klon thought about the terrifying result and shook his head.

Putting aside everything else, he wouldn't dare to drink the Pimple Potion he brewed himself.

"Then he could be stricter with the exams but teach in a gentler way usually, right?"

Bernard was also listless, obviously having been sprayed by Professor Snape just now as Klon's partner.

"After all, there are so many students; this method might be more efficient. As the youngest Potions Master, Professor Snape must be very busy usually, worth hundreds of Galleons a minute."

"Is brewing potions that profitable?"

Uther, who had been listening on the sidelines, widened his eyes.

Even his family would be envious of such terrifying money-making ability.

Bernard was also stunned for a moment. He was Muggle-born, but he had also exchanged currency at Gringotts and knew how many Pounds a Galleon was worth.

Lawyers are already a high-income group, but he didn't expect that potion brewing was actually…

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Bernard's mind. Isn't a Potion Maker the wizarding world's dentist?

Oh, no.

Listening to Professor Snape's opening remarks, a Potion Maker is the wizarding world's general practitioner!

But even a general practitioner's income is a bit too terrifying…

"Well… hundreds of Galleons a minute is probably Adam exaggerating, but thinking about the price of potions, Professor Snape's income should indeed be very high if he really is a very powerful Potions Master."

Klon recalled:

"I heard from a customer at my family's shop that there's a potion called Felix Felicis that's hard to buy even for several thousand Galleons."

"Hiss—"

Uther and Bernard gasped.

After a discussion, the three of them agreed that Professor Snape was using his precious time to teach them, and they shouldn't have too high expectations for Professor Snape's attitude.

Adam didn't remind them that brewing Felix Felicis takes a full half year and has a very high failure rate, and that Professor Snape's attitude really does have some issues when you break it down strictly…

But so what? Professor Snape is already the best Potions professor in the entire British wizarding world right now, and there's no doubt about that.

"Which book is the Wit-Sharpening Potion in?"

Eugene suddenly walked up to Adam and asked.

"Advanced Potion Making"

As he spoke, Adam looked at him in surprise. Is Eugene also interested in Potions?

Come to think of it, Eugene looked very skilled when handling potion ingredients just now, and his cooperation with him when brewing the potion was also perfect. It seems he really likes potions too.

Having received the answer, Eugene nodded and silently fell back a few steps to the back of the line.

Tired of eating grilled sausages, Adam chose some Provencal Stew and roasted chicken legs for lunch, and also ate some corn chips as a snack. The cheese-covered corn chips tasted quite good, but the only downside was that they were a bit high in calories. He wondered how the students at Hogwarts maintained their figures with such food.

Was it all thanks to Quidditch?

Adam, who hadn't taken flying lessons yet, had no way of knowing how much physical exertion riding a broomstick required. They would have their first Transfiguration lesson in the afternoon.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Adam pulled Eugene to sit in the first row. Klon and the others thought about it and decided not to follow, instead sitting in the second row behind Adam.

They wanted to sit with their dormmate, but their ability didn't allow it, so it was better to sit in the second row.

After sitting down, Adam looked at Professor McGonagall in her tabby cat form on the podium, his eyes shining, and his hands itching to move.

Professor McGonagall, who was concentrating on cosplaying as a cat and scanning the students with her eyes, was slightly stunned when she noticed Adam's gaze.

Was he discovered?

In Adam's eyes, the tabby cat on the podium, with its paws tucked in, paused after looking at the back of his head. Its pupils became round, its ears perked up, and its tail even wagged unconsciously.

"Hiss—"

Adam clutched his chest and lay on the desk with a blissful expression.

"What's wrong?"

Eugene looked over with concern. Adam closed his eyes and shook his head:

"No... it's nothing."

He just had a disease where he would die if he couldn't touch a cat...

He should have brought Kero and Suppi in his pocket to class!

Thinking this, Adam struggled to look at Professor McGonagall on the podium, considering the feasibility of saying he didn't know her true identity and taking the opportunity to pet her.

On the podium, Professor McGonagall, confirming that she seemed to have been discovered, paused for a moment. She hesitated for a while about whether to transform back immediately, but ultimately stuck to her teaching plan: to use her Animagus form in the first class to spark students' interest in Transfiguration.

But since she had been seen through, Professor McGonagall was too embarrassed to let herself go completely. Instead, she pulled her paws from her chest and sat upright on the podium.

Seeing this, Adam also realized that he seemed to have been exposed, so he sighed and suppressed his restless hands.

As the class bell rang, Professor McGonagall glanced at the students and, seeing that everyone was present, jumped down from the podium, eliciting a chorus of exclamations from the students.

Professor McGonagall looked at Adam, and sure enough, there was no surprise in his eyes, but rather a hint of undisguised... regret?

After thinking for a few seconds, Professor McGonagall decided that this was a problem she couldn't dwell on. She should just focus on teaching.

Fortunately, in addition to being interested in cats, Adam was also interested in Transfiguration, especially after gradually mastering the magic of Sweet Cards. With a Transfiguration Charm to shape things and a Sweet Card to turn them into desserts, Adam could almost reproduce any dessert from his memory in any shape.

The only pity was that the magic of Sweet Cards could only turn things into desserts for the time being. The magic to turn things into other foods would have to wait until Adam had enough magical skill to try it himself.