Potions Class

Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This should be every student at Hogwarts' favorite class.

What do you imagine Defense Against the Dark Arts to be like?

Dashing, cool, shining silver, sparkling~

Powerful spells spewing from wand tips, scorching hot spells spraying out, making all the girls present weak in the knees with excitement.

What is the real Defense Against the Dark Arts like?

The smell of garlic filling the room, a stammering instructor.

Professor Quirrell, dressed like an Indian, spouted nonsense about his adventures abroad, and the turban wrapped around his head was incredibly unsightly.

A meaningless Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Gemini learned nothing from Professor Quirrell except his bragging.

But one thing was undeniable: Quirrell was indeed a very capable wizard, as Dumbledore himself had said in the original work.

Beneath his disguise, Quirrell was actually a talented person.

Sleepy, sleepy...

Gemini really wanted to put his head on the desk and sleep, or perhaps take out some snacks from his storage space to eat, or even just leave the classroom. After all, with Quirrell teaching like this, Snape probably wouldn't say anything even if he left.

But his good upbringing compelled Gemini to sit in his seat, quietly flipping through his self-defense guide.

Fortunately, as the class was nearing its end, Professor Quirrell finally taught everyone a spell—

Rictusempra...

Gemini's mood at that moment was indescribable.

Immediately after, he suddenly thought of something interesting.

Voldemort was currently possessing Quirrell. If he were to cast Rictusempra on Quirrell now, would Voldemort also burst into laughter?

This thought lingered in Gemini's mind, but his reason ultimately made him abandon the idea.

It was better if he didn't laugh out loud; if he did laugh out loud and Voldemort was exposed, then the students from the two houses present might be in danger.

Although he didn't care much about their safety, Gemini couldn't bring himself to let them die because of him.

Unlike the utterly subpar Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was much more serious.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone who causes trouble in my class will be expelled and never allowed to return. I have warned you."

On the first day of class, Professor McGonagall gave the students a stern warning.

Her serious and earnest expression made even the boisterous Draco shrink back.

However, Professor McGonagall was right; Transfiguration was indeed the most complex and dangerous of all the courses at Hogwarts. Of course, for first-year students just learning basic Transfiguration, they wouldn't be touching the dangerous aspects yet, but it was truly complex.

This was also why Gemini, despite learning many spells before school started, hadn't learned any Transfiguration.

It was simple: he couldn't understand the Transfiguration textbook at all...

If Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms spells were like language and math, then Transfiguration was equivalent to Hogwarts' physics and chemistry. Compared to the former two, which could be cast simply by knowing the incantation and how to use it, Transfiguration sought an analysis of the essence of magic.

But Gemini had heard that Charms was only simple in the early stages. By the sixth and seventh years, Charms was much more difficult than Transfiguration in many aspects, because advanced Charms included Transfiguration. Defense Against the Dark Arts was even more peculiar; this subject was entirely dependent on talent. Without exceptional magical ability, one would learn nothing in the later stages.

For example, Expecto Patronum.

A top-tier Defense Against the Dark Arts spell, yet most adult wizards couldn't cast it.

Even if they could cast it, not everyone could release the spell under the despair brought by Dementors.

In his first Transfiguration class, after taking notes for most of the lesson, Professor McGonagall asked the students to try and turn a matchstick into a needle.

Looking at the matchstick before him, Gemini gently held his wand, his mind calm.

He had memorized all the key points Professor McGonagall had instructed them to record. Now it was time for experimentation.

He softly chanted the incantation, and a faint white light erupted from the tip of his wand. Then, a magical scene unfolded.

The matchstick before him vibrated violently and transformed into a bright silver sewing needle.

"Slytherin gets five points!"

Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind him. Gemini looked up and saw Professor McGonagall standing behind him, her lips pursed, looking at him with admiration.

Gemini smiled gently, "Thank you very much, Professor McGonagall."

"You've earned it, Mr. Fox," Professor McGonagall said with a slight smile.

Although rumors about Gemini had been circulating among the students in a rather bizarre way, all the teachers who had interacted with him had developed a good impression of him. Even Professor Flitwick had commented that it would have been better if Gemini hadn't played that frightening prank...

Handsome features, exceptional talent, proper attire, polite demeanor.

A long-hidden gem was slowly blooming with its deserved brilliance at Hogwarts.

Finally, Friday.

Today, the little snakes of Slytherin and the little lions of Gryffindor would have a morning of Potions Class together, with both periods scheduled for Friday.

Still in the dim dungeons.

The moment Snape burst through the door and strode into the classroom, he picked up the roll book. He paused when he called out Harry Potter's name.

"Oh... yes... Harry Potter..." Snape's tone was calm, betraying no emotion, merely drawing out the syllables as his gaze swept over the face of a certain weak boy in the class. "This is our new arrival—a rather famous individual..."

Beside Gemini, Draco and his two lackeys—Crabbe and Goyle—all snickered and chuckled.

Seeing Gemini's calm, impassive expression, Draco suddenly felt that this was rather pointless and, with a slight awkwardness, stopped laughing.

An excellent role model would unconsciously inspire others to follow and imitate.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous art of potion-making."

Snape's tone was slightly higher than usual: "As you do not need to wave your wands foolishly here, many of you will not believe this is magic."

"Of course... I do not expect you to truly grasp the exquisite beauty of a cauldron simmering gently, emitting wisps of fragrant white smoke. You will not truly understand the liquid that flows into people's veins... that intoxicating, mind-bewildering divine magic..."

"I can teach you how to brew fame, concoct glory, and even stopper death—but only if you are not the sort of fools and dolts I frequently encounter."

The classroom fell silent. Snape, much like Professor McGonagall, possessed an aura of authority that could effortlessly quiet a room.