Chapter 9

Daphne Greengrass was a potential future Emma Frost. That was splendid.

It was somewhat concerning how I had just decided to pretty much mold a young child's future and turn her into a possible waifu but to be really honest… I didn't care about those little pesky morality things.

I wasn't exactly the nicest guy before becoming baby Hyperstorm and Hyperstorm had literally lived in a dystopian timeline that he took over after becoming an adult, before trying to use time travel so that he could satisfy his ego by defeating his own grandfather and arch nemesis of said grandfather in a battle of fist and mind.

I was a fusion of those two less than nice people so yeah… no problem with manipulating Daphne into becoming a possible rich girl waifu in the future. Especially since it could lead to me getting ahold of Greengrass fortune.

Wizards may be quite stupid and weak compared to the rest of the magic users of DC but at least the rich wizards were actually rich even in the mundane world. A nice little side effect of the currency being made out of precious metals.

So that made the number of Hogwarts students who could be useful for me up to five. Violet, Daphne, Hermione and the Weasley Twins in the order of how useful they could be.

"And please read the sixth chapter of your books." And Quirrell ended the class with those words. Well, more like a mess of stutters that was supposed to be those words but honestly they weren't important.

I ignored any kind of attempt at socializing from the rest of the students as I walked up to the seventh floor, a rather difficult road due to the stairs always moving. Really, one had to wonder how exactly nobody died due to these stairs yet.

Finally I managed to get to my intended location and I had to say. That was one fucking ugly painting. Why on earth would anyone put a painting of an old man with several trolls in ballet clothes. I might need brain bleach after this. Or even go full Charles Xavier on myself.

But it was also where what I wanted was so I started to walk past the painting with one thought.

'I want to find the room of hidden things.'

And when I passed the painting for the third time, a old looking door was there on the wall.

I had to stop myself from madly giggling. The door opened up to a room with many, and I mean MANY, different object laying around. I could see portraits, books, pouches, chests, closets and even statues around the room.

And then he started to concentrate on something else, on what he wanted the room to be. And then the room shifted.

All the object around the room vanished and then the floor started to change color until it became baby blue along with the walls and a Olympic size pool formed in front of him, water and all.

This had potential.

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Unfortunately I couldn't spend my whole day in the room of requirement, especially unfortunate since I found out while the room couldn't create food, it could bring food from the kitchens.

No, instead I had to be in the damn dungeons waiting for Snape to come and teach us about potions. And come he did.

If nothing else the man was dramatic, the way his cloak fluttered as he walked was quite cool, especially since there was no wind that could make it flutter. I might have thought about doing something similar in the future but unfortunately I was an avid believer in lady Edna's 'NO CAPES' movement so that road was impossible for me.

"Put your wands away, you won't be waving them in this class in any of the seven years let alone the five years where I will more than likely get rid of most of you." The potion professor said as he stood in front of his desk.

"Unlike transfiguration and charms, potions is a class where the wonders of magic will be far more subtle so I don't expect many of you to actually realize you are leaning magic here and I won't be seeing them after the fifth year where the minimum requirement for potions will be over for students." Snape said as he dismissively looked at the gathering of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Which meant Gryffindors and Slytherins would be taking potions together and somebody should punch the idiot who thought putting the two houses who get into regular fights into the class where things can explode.

"For those of you who can understand a mere half percent of the potential potions hold, this class can teach you many things. How to bottle fame and glory, how to capture luck in a bottle and even how to put a stopper to death." The former terrorist in black robes said dramatically and I had to give it to him. The man had the class' interest.

"Now before we begin the class there is one important rule that you must all understand. You will obey the instructions that I write on the board or in your books when preparing a potion. Do. Not. Try. To. Experiment. There is a reason certain ingredients must be cut instead of shredded or smashed to paste. The way an ingredient is prepared will effect the potion and preparing them wrong can cause anything from potion becoming poisonous to even exploding in your faces. So if I found anyone trying to experiment with potions, I will not only take enough points to become an urban legend, you will also get detention for everyday from the rest of you student career and I won't treat any injury caused by the said experiments!" The man said with an authoritative voice as he glared down at the students in front of him.

Guess he got some amount of experience in such fiascos from the past years.

"Now, today you will be learning how to brew a Boil Curing potion. It does exactly what it's name implies. The instructions are on the board, if any of you ever have a question, raise your hand and wait for me to come. Do not yell and distract your classmates' work."