HP: Embrace the Darkness

In the next class, the little wizard was working hard to turn matches into needles, while Artes, under the supervision of Professor McGonagall, completely mastered the technique of transforming creatures.

Professor McGonagall admires Professor McGonagall even more for his superb magic control and powerful magic power.

"Mr. Cavendish, come to my office after class."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall."

After class, Artes came to Professor McGonagall's office as agreed.

Professor McGonagall was already waiting for him. His desk was piled with papers for correction, and a cup of tea was placed opposite him.

Ace walked over and sat down at the desk.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm here, do you need me to do anything?"

What a polite boy. Professor McGonagall stopped correcting, and the more she looked at Arthas, the more pity she felt.

Why not a Gryffindor student? What a shame.

"That's it, I formally invite you to join the Transfiguration Club. I wonder if you would like to join?"

"Transfiguration Club?"

"Yes, there you can come into contact with more profound transformation techniques. You have excellent talent for transformation techniques, and I don't want you to bury it."

"Professor McGonagall, I may be a little busy and have limited energy. I'm sorry."

Aces had no idea about transfiguration. To him, transfiguration was just a type of magic spell, far less important than alchemy and potions.

Professor McGonagall was not willing to let go of a good idea. She pondered for a moment and asked again:

"The Transfiguration Club won't take up too much of your time. Normally, it's three times a week. You can come once a week, as long as you master the content of the three times."

"If you are really too busy, you can do it once every two weeks."

Professor McGonagall has great faith in Arthur's learning ability and is not worried about whether he can do it.

It was hard for Artes to shirk now. Professor McGonagall was the elder after all, and she had already regressed, so it was hard for him to continue to refuse.

Plus he has some interest in Animagus.

"Okay, please excuse me, Professor McGonagall."

"Great. The Transfiguration Club is usually held on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday afternoons. You can pick a time to come when you want to come."

"Okay, let's go eat, it won't take up your leisure time."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall. But I don't have any free time today. I'm in solitary confinement by Dean Snape."

Asseth waved his hand helplessly, but his expression did not show any displeasure.

During lunch time, the little wizards sat in the auditorium in twos and threes, chatting and eating.

When Asseth arrived, he heard several first-year lion cubs and senior lion cubs complaining about Professor Snape.

He listened quietly for a while, feeling somewhat unworthy of the professor.

It is true that the little lions get scolded more in class, but they don't look at themselves. Those who explode the crucible, those who violate the school rules, those who violate the school rules.

Don't blame the professor for scolding, every one of them is not innocent when they are scolded.

Aces didn't want to argue with them. It was pointless and the little lions wouldn't listen. But it can scare these little lions.

Artes had a rare naughty thought. He stood beside them quietly and coughed twice, "Professor Snape? Why are you here?".

The faces of several lion cubs suddenly turned pale. He stiffened and didn't dare to look back.

Seeing that they were about to suffocate themselves to death, Asses couldn't help but laugh, and quietly walked away without teasing them any more.

The few lion cubs stared at the silence for a long time before they dared to look back, looking like they were going to survive a disaster.

The afternoon class is flying class. Aces has already been exposed to flying broomsticks at home and can fly very well, but he just doesn’t like this sport very much.

He prefers to fly by himself rather than relying on a broom, so he has been studying flying spells.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Asses appeared at the cellar door on time and gently knocked on the door.

The Medusa on the door opened her eyes, "Aces Cavendish?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Come in, the dean has ordered you to go directly to the potion room inside."

The cellar door opened.

The cellar that greeted Asseth's eyes was even more gloomy than the potions classroom.

The cabinets on the surrounding walls were filled with glass bottles filled with various materials. Various animal limbs could be vaguely seen in the bottles. He even saw many living snakes and lizards spitting out messages.

Apart from these bottles, the most common thing in the cellar is books, new, old, thin and thick. At a glance, they occupy most of the cellar.

Before Asseth could read the title of the book clearly, a door was opened, followed by sarcasm.

"I thought I invited Mr. Cavendish here for the purpose of confinement, instead of leaving him standing here stupidly like a troll?"

The ending was elongated, the deep voice was as beautiful as ever, and the sarcasm was as sharp as ever.

However, Asseth knew his character and rebuttal would only attract more ridicule, so he apologized directly.

"Sorry, Professor, it's just my first time in the cellar and I don't know what to do."

"What do I need to do now?"

Snape was a little disappointed that the little troll didn't talk back and couldn't curse anymore.

"Come in with me."

Snape turned and walked into the small room where he had just been, and Artes quickly followed.

There were several crucibles placed in the small room, and there was boiling water vapor in the crucibles. It seems that the professor was brewing a potion just now.

Before taking a closer look, Snape carried Artes to a cauldron.

"Bake today's potion. Just do whatever you want to do today."

After leaving these words, Snape stood still and looked at Artes.

Assei did as he was told. Just like today's class, he carefully felt the magic of the crucible in front of him and placed the materials based on his own feelings.

Not long after, a pot of potion was prepared. Artes picked up the bottle, put the potion in, and handed it to Snape.

At this time, Snape looked at Arthas with eyes full of excitement. He was a natural potions genius, just like him.

In the process of making potions, the most important thing is to seize the opportunity and place the most appropriate things at the most appropriate time. Generally speaking, the method given in the book is the simplest method.

Generally, potion masters place materials based on their observation of potions or their own experience.

But he is different from Asseth. They can feel the magic power fluctuations in the crucible. With this, they can perfectly grasp the timing of placing materials.

Why do you say he is a genius?

Because not every time is the same, refining the magic potion will inevitably be different every time.

And potion making is the most delicate work, even the smallest difference will have a big impact.

So their feelings are particularly important.