The Upcoming Potion Class

However, there was one thing Harley could never quite figure out. Although Harley didn't dare to use Spirit Vision to stare at Quirrell, even low-sequence powerhouses would feel an instinctive sense of oppression when looking at a demigod.

Yet, whenever Harley looked at this professor, she never felt any such oppression. It was only when Quirrell's gaze swept over her that Harley's spirituality would trigger a warning.

Even though her strength was gone, Harley's insight remained.

She considered the many Sequence Pathways where such a phenomenon could occur; for instance, if the professor wasn't a demigod, but was simply being controlled by a powerhouse at the demigod level.

Perhaps he was possessed or manipulated by a Marionettist from the Prisoner pathway, turned into a Sealed Puppet by a Bizarro Sorcerer from the Seer pathway, or parasitized by a Parasite from the Marauder pathway...

While these situations were difficult to discern directly, when a demigod-level powerhouse looked at someone through the eyes of their puppet, harboring great malice, those with strong spirituality could keenly perceive this malice and trigger their own spiritual warnings.

Therefore, Harley decided she should try her best to stay away from Quirrell. Although she didn't know if magic could truly achieve such a feat, staying away was always the right choice.

Consequently, Harley had no intention of asking Quirrell any questions, and as soon as class ended, she would quickly distance herself from the classroom, deciding to sit in the back row from then on and avoid being alone with Quirrell.

If there was one subject among all her classes that Harley found most unfathomable, it was Transfiguration.

When Harley first saw the textbook, she had briefly assumed that the vast majority of people in this world possessed strength above the demigod level.

What was Transfiguration? It was turning one object into another.

Within the Sequence Pathways, there were few sequences capable of doing this, and each one required immense power.

Most of those who could do it as effortlessly as McGonagall performed her spells were powerhouses who had reached Sequence 4.

Those below the demigod level weren't incapable, but it required a significant expenditure of spirituality and the preparation of curse rituals; it was extremely laborious, unlike the ease of Transfiguration.

However, Harley later discovered through constant reading that this kind of transformation was actually a very idealistic spell, and most of the time, it posed no threat.

This made Harley breathe a sigh of relief. If everyone in this world were as strong as the Visionary Angel Adam, then Harley wouldn't bother unsealing her strength and would just focus on the magic system instead.

In the first Transfiguration class on Tuesday, McGonagall showed all the young wizards her specialty: a spell known as Animagus.

Before class started, McGonagall had turned into a cat, sitting quietly on the podium desk.

Many students thought the professor hadn't arrived yet, so they were playing and joking around; some even wanted to go over and pet the cat.

Of course, none of them succeeded.

Harley, however, felt that something was wrong with the cat before her; after all, that kind of human-like, serious gaze was very uncommon for a cat.

And when she used Spirit Vision to look at the cat, the rich emotions it displayed were not something an animal could possess.

Just as Harley expected, as soon as class began, McGonagall transformed back into her human form, giving many people a fright.

Several students recalled their attempts to pet the cat before class and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

That was dancing on the edge of death!

McGonagall repeatedly emphasized the difficulty of Transfiguration in class and demonstrated by turning the podium into a pig, then back again.

Harley was shocked when she saw this, especially when she noticed the pig grunting and trying to run out of the classroom.

Was this creating living matter out of inanimate objects? Did the transformed pig also have self-awareness?

Harley pondered this, jotting the point down to investigate slowly when she had the chance later.

The first lesson didn't cover such profound knowledge.

After finishing a pile of basic magical theory regarding Transfiguration, McGonagall handed each student a matchstick.

"Now, based on these simple magical theories and the incantations in your textbooks, you are to turn your matchstick into a needle."

McGonagall pointed her wand at the notes on the blackboard, which were complex and profound to most of the students.

However, the task didn't seem as simple as McGonagall made it sound; by the time the class ended, most students' matchsticks hadn't changed in the slightest.

Only the matchsticks of Harley and Hermione had undergone some changes.

Hermione had managed to turn one end of the matchstick into a needle point, but the other end remained wood.

Harley, on the other hand, had successfully turned her matchstick into a silver needle on her third attempt.

"Harley, how did you do that?" Hermione, sitting nearby, asked curiously.

After spending some time together, Harley realized that Hermione's nature wasn't bad; she just lacked social awareness.

Therefore, Harley was naturally happy to interact with such a high-IQ individual; after all, the others in Gryffindor were just reckless lions.

Take Ron, for example—he was late for the very first class of the term, and whenever he had free time, he would play Wizard's Chess in the common room.

Such a decadent attitude was something Harley truly couldn't stand.

As for Neville, who was polite and left a decent impression on Harley, she hadn't discovered any particular talent for learning in him.

As for the girls, Harley's other two roommates, Parvati and Lavender, loved discussing topics related to dressing up and makeup.

Harley knew a lot about those topics, but she had only learned them to cope with high society and maintain her disguise.

If she had a choice, Harley would much rather learn a few more occult rituals.

So, Hermione was the most suitable person to befriend, provided one could tolerate her incessant chatter.

"Just like McGonagall said!" Harley looked at Hermione with an innocent expression. "It's very simple; I felt like I understood it as soon as I heard it."

As she spoke, Harley rested her chin slightly in her hand.

"Hmm—if I had to say, I expressed a very strong desire in my heart, wanting this match to turn into a silver needle."

"And then it successfully transfigured!"

"Excellent, Miss Potter!" Professor McGonagall had walked over at some point.

She looked at Harley, nodding with great satisfaction.

This child had inherited her father's talent for Transfiguration, and in this regard, she was far superior to him.

One had to know, even James hadn't managed to completely turn a match into a silver needle during his very first lesson.

"You have already found the trick! Everyone, look, Miss Potter has succeeded!"

Saying this, Professor McGonagall held up the silver needle Harley had created, displaying it before everyone.

"Wonderful, Miss Potter. You have successfully earned fifteen points for Gryffindor, and you are excused from the homework for this lesson as well.

By the way, the homework was to practice this spell repeatedly and write a reflection report, detailing your possible reasons for failure."

After class, Harley had originally intended to stay behind to ask about some knowledge regarding idealism, and quietly introduce some occult knowledge about the mental realm she had snatched from the Psychology Alchemists to see if Professor McGonagall had any different insights.

However, considering that she was likely still being watched by Dumbledore, Harley decided to proceed step by step and wait until she had read more books in the library before asking.

Time flew by until Friday, and the first thing in the morning was Potion class.

In the words of all the Gryffindors, Professor Snape, who taught this subject, was the professor who hated Gryffindor the most.

But Harley had a premonition that this Friday would not be particularly bad.

This premonition came true during breakfast. Harley received a letter from Hagrid, the man suspected to be a half-giant.

This Hogwarts gamekeeper invited Harley to his hut this weekend, also expressing his deep regret that he should have been the one to pick Harley up back then.

Harley naturally agreed with pleasure; after all, according to her classmates, Hagrid guarded the entire Forbidden Forest.

If she could build a good relationship with him, then surely many herbs could be obtained with ease. Just thinking about it was exciting!