Felix Felicis
The Charms professor was a short wizard named Professor Flitwick. Though he looked frail, he had once been a champion in a magical dueling competition.
From the very first lesson, Mia's extraordinary magical talent had earned her endless praise from Professor Flitwick. When he later heard about her duel, he was tempted to take her on as his apprentice.
"Today we'll be learning the spell Incendio, lacarnum inflamarae!" Professor Flitwick first demonstrated it at the lectern. Roaring flames poured from his wand, and then he extinguished them with Aguamenti.
"Wow, that's so cool!"
"Everyone, please remember my wand movement and the incantation. Now, Miss Potter, please demonstrate for us." Professor Flitwick invited Mia to do so because she had already mastered all the first-year spells.
"Yes, Professor. Incendio!" Mia cast a textbook Incendio, and Professor Flitwick nodded in satisfaction.
"Perfect. Five points to Slytherin. Please sit down, Miss Potter."
After class, Mia, Draco and the others had to hurry to their next classroom.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts again next. Damn it, sooner or later I'll get my father to have him fired!" Draco couldn't stand the thought of the garlic smell that filled the classroom whenever they had a lesson.
"That would be wonderful. Hurry up and get your father to fire him." Blaise couldn't stand it either. He made sure he was spotless every day and even wore perfume so he could flirt and arrange a date whenever he wanted, but as soon as he went to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the overpowering smell of garlic covered up his perfume.
"Good heavens, whenever I go on a date after class, my dates always think I haven't washed properly! Even Scourgify can't get rid of that smell completely." Blaise was genuinely miserable.
At that, Mia, Theodore, Pansy and Daphne looked unhappy too. Having to cast Scourgify on themselves several times after every lesson was one thing, but they really couldn't forget that mental assault.
"We're here. Time to go in," Theodore reminded them, looking at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom door right in front of them.
Every time they went in, they had to brace themselves first.
To be honest, every time Mia attended class, she had to endure not only the assault of garlic, but also Quirrell's teaching style and his identity. He stumbled and stammered through his lessons, and he was exceptionally nervous; the slightest disturbance seemed enough to frighten him.
And then there was Voldemort on the back of his head. Honestly, Mia was very curious about how Quirrell slept at night. With Voldemort on his head, could he really sleep well?
Mia really wanted to battle Voldemort as soon as possible and get a new teacher, but she still had to wait for a proper opportunity. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain to Headmaster Dumbledore.
"Class is finally over!" When the students heard the bell, they scrambled to get outside and breathe some fresh air.
"Miss Potter, please wait a moment." Just as Mia was about to leave, she was called back.
Oh no! Under the sympathetic gazes of Draco and the others, Mia walked over. "Professor Quirrell, was there something else you needed?"
"Miss Potter, you have a great talent for magic. I was wondering whether you would be willing to come to my office for a chat?"
"Keep a close eye on that Mia Potter! Do everything you can to make her serve me!" Voldemort ordered from the back of Quirrell's head.
"Yes, Master," Quirrell answered fearfully.
"No, thank you, Professor. I have detention soon, and I'm going to be late. I'll be going now. Goodbye, Professor!" Mia didn't have to think hard to know that Quirrell definitely meant her no good. She wasn't strong enough yet and didn't even know Occlumency. If she walked right up to him now, wouldn't she be at his mercy? And if Voldemort found out about her origins, wouldn't she be completely screwed?
Quirrell stared fixedly after Mia as she ran out.
When Mia came out, she saw that Draco and the others were still waiting for her.
"Are you all right? What did Professor Quirrell want?" Draco asked, casting Scourgify on Mia as he spoke. After all, Mia was usually a little particular about cleanliness.
"It was nothing serious. He just wanted me to go to his office for a chat, and I turned him down." Mia gave them a brief explanation.
Draco imagined going to Quirrell's office. Ugh, on second thought, no thanks.
That evening, when it was time, Mia went to Snape's for her detention.
"Professor, what are we learning today?" When Mia arrived, Snape was grading assignments, his brow tightly furrowed. He looked to be in a very bad mood.
"Felix Felicis. The ingredients are over there, and I've written down the precautions. Try it yourself first." Snape's mood only improved a little when he saw Mia. After giving her those instructions, he went back to grading.
There was a notebook at hand: Snape's notes from his youth. They were very detailed and included his own unique insights. He was indeed a Potions Master of the present day. After once again marveling at Snape's prowess, Mia began reading the notes.
Felix Felicis was also known as a luck potion and wasn't taught until sixth year.
Felix Felicis was extremely complicated to brew, and a mistake could have disastrous consequences. But if brewed correctly, one would find that everything one did succeeded until the effects wore off.
Following Professor Snape's notes, Mia first gave it a try. In order, she added two pints of belladonna extract, one pint of lemon juice, ten Ashwinder eggshells and seven drops of undistilled Acromantula venom. She stirred them over a low flame until the ingredients blended and turned orange, then added six salamander eggs, turning the mixture red. At that point, it had to brew for three days.
Mia performed every step with exceptional care, because Felix Felicis was difficult to make and could fail at any moment.
"Tsk!" She had failed, and she was a little annoyed.
Snape, who had finished grading the assignments, watched Mia work from beside her. "You rushed this step."
"Professor?" Mia nodded and tried again. This time she succeeded, but it was only the first step. She would have to wait three days before she could continue.
"Good. Now I'll explain the precautions for the next steps." Satisfied with Mia's result, Snape nodded and had her sit at her own desk and take out her notes before he began the lesson.
Snape had no intention of holding anything back from Mia. He taught her the experience he had gained over the years, bit by bit, and Mia was clever enough to grasp it all very quickly.
"That's enough for today. Go back and get some rest." Seeing that it was getting late, and that Mia was still growing, Snape checked the time and sent her back.
"Goodbye, Professor. You should get some rest early too. Good night." Snape saw Mia to the door, and she said goodbye obediently.
"Good night."
The next day was Saturday. There were no classes, but Mia had a one-on-one lesson with Professor McGonagall.
When she reached Professor McGonagall's office, the professor was already waiting for her.
"Professor McGonagall."
"Miss Mia, please sit down." Professor McGonagall's expression softened.
The two continued where they had left off in their previous lesson. After the day's instruction was over, Mia asked Professor McGonagall a question.
"Professor, I wanted to ask you about Animagi."
Professor McGonagall was a little surprised. "Becoming an Animagus involves very dangerous magic. Things can go badly wrong during practice, so the Ministry of Magic strictly regulates it. Every Animagus must register their animal form and its distinguishing features with the Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office. Why do you ask, Miss Mia?"
"I was just curious after reading about it."
"It's all right to be curious, but don't try it on your own without due thought. It's very dangerous. Do you understand, Miss Mia?" Professor McGonagall looked at Mia sternly, and Mia obediently nodded.
"Very good. Now you should go back and rest, child." Professor McGonagall stood up and saw Mia out of the office.
"Good night, Professor."
"Good night, Mia."