Potions Class

This Transfiguration class was surprisingly easy for Arlo.

On the way to the library, Arlo even whistled slowly.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, let him gain a lot.

Not only did he properly explain the source of his own strength to Professor McGonagall.

And unexpectedly got tickets to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club.

Being able to join such a high-end club will be of great benefit to Arlo's future plans.

After all, Professor McGonagall has been a professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts for decades.

The big men who came out of his Transfiguration club were all over the magic world.

What's more, the original Dumbledore was also a Transfiguration professor, and his manuscript was probably hidden in a Transfiguration classroom.

Snape's textbook mentioned in 'Half-Blood Prince' is a living example.

Not to mention, the check-in on Professor McGonagall broke Arlo's longstanding Transfiguration curse.

[ Animegus Transfiguration experience]

Such a windfall made Arlo silly alone.

But Arlo's good mood disappeared when he arrived at the library.

At the entrance of the library, Malfoy and his two servants were spraying poisonous water on Harry and Ronald.

"You guys have nothing to do, right?"

Looking at Ronald and Draco who were standing at the door of the library, making a loud noise, Arlo covered his forehead in pain.

Sometimes he really envies these little devils, obviously of the same age, as these guys. You can enjoy the joy of youth without any responsibilities and pressure.

On the other hand, I can only carry huge pressure and responsibilities, and move forward alone and with difficulty.

"Hmph, traitor."

Seeing Arlo's figure, Hermione suddenly raised her head.

The long chestnut hair flew in the air, with the expression of the little witch Tsundere, staring at Arlo viciously.

"Why did you join Slytherin?" Hermione said.

"That said, my whole family is Slytherin, do you think you can choose this thing yourself?" Arlo replied.

In the face of the question from the little witch, Arlo said nonsense.

Some things could be discussed with Grindelwald, but not as thorough as about Hermione.

Hearing the unexpected explanation, Hermione looked at Arlo's serious expression in confusion.

He had heard Ronald say that it was true that the academy that the family history easily affects the children's choice of college. Like all Weasleys are sorted into Gryffindors.

But she always felt that Arlo was definitely fooling herself.

She didn't have any proof, just a gut feeling based on years of working with Arlo day and night.

"Okay, don't make trouble. If you want to fight, find a place to fight. Now get out of the library."

Seeing both Harry and Drake staring angrily at each other, Arlo shook his head helplessly, turned and walked into the library.

"Hermione, what's your class this morning? When are you going to do your homework?"

Seeing Hermione following in with a questioning expression, Arlo took the initiative and asked.

"We had a history of magic class this morning, oh my God, I've never had such a boring class, and is the history of magic really like this? Goblin Rebellion—"

Arlo easily turned Hermione's attention to her homework. The two sat in the library, each taking out their homework, as if they were discussing their studies at the beginning.

It's just that Arlo's knowledge of the Transfiguration is much more than Hermione's knowledge of the history of magic.

After finishing his dissertation with ease, Arlo got up and borrowed a copy of "A Brief Talk on Intermediate Rune" and began to study his own stuff.

The advantage of the Hogwarts library is that many different editions of the same book can be found.

Almost all authors graduated from Hogwarts, and their most original documents and materials can be found here.

For example, at this time, the book "Intermediate Rune" in Arlo's hands talked more about the author's research ideas at that time than the version sold on the market.

This is exactly what Arlo desperately needs right now.

The sun gradually slanted westward, and before you knew it, the time of the afternoon passed quietly.

When Hermione finally finished her homework, Arlo also buttoned the book in her hand at the right time.

"Good night, Hermione."

"Good night Arlo, don't be late for tomorrow's Potions class."

Walking out of the library, looking at the stars in the sky, Arlo yawned lazily.

"You're the one who shouldn't be late. As far as I know, our dean has never had a good look at Gryffindor."

With that said, Arlo waved his hand, turned and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

After returning to the lounge, I ignored those. After chasing the rambunctious guy in the lounge, Arlo turned into his single dormitory.

Before he left the house this morning, he had asked the house-elves to partially remodel his dormitory.

In the dormitory now, on the side near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge console is quietly placed there.

Seeing this console, Arlo let out a long sigh.

He took out a bottle of potion from the box and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

This is the sobering agent configured by Grindelwald. They are used to gather energy to remove sleepiness and to complete some work that requires concentration.

Standing in front of the console, looking at the magic circuits engraved with intricate runes on the console, Arlo put his hands on it, and the magic was slowly input.

The magic lines on the console were lit one by one, and a light blue barrier appeared on the entire table.

After seeing that all the protective measures were activated, Arlo took out the pistol he was carrying.

Put it on the operating table, and skillfully disassemble it into parts one by one.

"According to what was said in today's book, if the receptor amplified by the timed amplification spell is restored to its original state, it will not affect the rune carved on it. Then, use it to try it first."

While muttering to himself, Arlo drew out his wand and lightly touched the firing pin of the pistol.

"Engorgio" [ Increase Physical Size]

Under the control of the magic power, the firing pin that was originally a small fibre instantly turned into a metal column two inches thick and one foot long.

Slowly raising the white sandalwood carving knife in his hand, Arlo's magic power flowed, and on this metal pillar, one by one intricate rune was engraved.

Under the previous deliberate control of the spell, the deformation of the firing pin took only two hours.

This is also the transformation time recommended by the author in the previous book "Intermediate Rune".

This work, Arlo has done before I don't know how many times.

At first, the embroidery was done on tiny firing pins, but now with a larger stage, Arlo's movements are more precise and faster.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, when Arlo made his final stroke, linking all the magic lines into a loop.

The effect of the previous magnifying spell was also squandered, and the striker shrank again to its original size and shape.

"This should be...successful?"

Arlo picked up the firing pin and looked closely at the light.

Rune circuit above. Operation is still smooth. The magic power that was inputted before, bloomed a little bit of fluorescence in the circuit, slowly dimmed with the flow of time, and finally disappeared.

"Finally...successful!"

Seeing this scene, Arlo's face couldn't help but showed a bright smile.

Hogwarts is worthy of being Hogwarts. Just a copy of "Intermediate Rune" that he took out has brought Arlo such great inspiration.

This made Arlo dream of the alchemical manuscript from Dumbledore when he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the biological clock woke Arlo out of his dream.

As usual, he went to the side of the black lake and let his body's magic power empty. This time Arlo did not lie on the lawn to enter the sunrise, but turned and walked back to the Slytherin lounge.

First class today. It was Professor Snape's Potions class.

Snape was such a pivotal figure in his plans that for the next seven years, he would have an inseparable bond with Snape.

Therefore, he needs to take a good bath and empty his mind to welcome the first class of this tragic dean.

Following the army to the basement, unlike Professor McGonagall, Snape would never stand in the classroom and wait until the bell rang.

So after class, Snape's black robe flipped behind him, like a giant bat, as he silently stepped into the classroom.

Arlo immediately blessed himself with Occlumency.

In another wonderful scene of the roll call, Snape unabashedly spread his malice to Harry Potter.

During a round of questions and answers, Arlo clearly felt Snape's deep malice.

Just as Arlo was watching the famous scene, he suddenly felt that the little witch beside him was poking him in the waist with something.

Arlo turned his head, and at this moment Hermione no longer had the grievance of being deducted points for no reason.

Instead, there was deep doubt.

"Arlo, why do you think Professor Snape is so malicious towards Harry?" Hermione asked, "He seems to be just targeting Harry."

"I don't know that," Arlo Replied

Arlo shrugged, stretched out his hand to sort out the cauldron on the table, and said casually without turning his head:

"Maybe it's childhood shadows and teenage regrets or something."

"Looks like our Mr. Cadmus has some expertise in potion mastery." As soon as he finished speaking, in Hermione's exclamation, a cold and smooth voice sounded from the back of Arlo's head.

Immediately after seeing the black robes flying, Snape's stinky face like a creditor appeared in front of Arlo.

"Since our Mr. Cadmus can't wait, please answer my questions."

Under the malicious tone, Snape's gloomy eyes wandered recklessly on Arlo's body.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the gutter, it will shoot deadly venom at some point.

"Mr. Cadmus, what would you get if I asked you to put the young leaves of mandrakes into the juice of the glazed duckweed?"