Hoare chuckled inwardly.

  He khat the cat rofessonagall, and he was deliberately stirring things up.

  Yes, he was.

  Just now, while everyone was focused on Professonagall, he had already collected all the data on Kitty Magall iail.

  For his future night strolls, he could use the form of Kitty Magall.

  At Hogwarts, animals could sometimes go pces people couldn't.

  The subsequent csses went smoothly.

  Hoare firmed his hypothesis that increasing a bit of wit was a qualitative leap in learning magic.

  Wit was useful for self-study, but for Hoare, this kind of learning was too slow. It was better to earn malleons and directly upgrade his talent.

  Professonagall's css assig was to turn a matchstito a needle, and Hoare could already transform it into other things without a teacher.

  On Hoare's desk, the matchstieedle, ruler, thousand paper es, and bicycle kept ging.

  Finally, he turhe matchstito a palm-sized mini robot, which was agile and could perform simple as based oings.

  Even though Hoare wasted some time, he was still the first in the css to plete Professonagall's task, taking one minute and thirty-eight seds.

  He spent a minute of that time polishing his wand.

  "William, your work is perfect."

  "Slytherin, ten points."

  Professonagall paused by Hoare's desk. It had been a long time since she'd seen a student use Transfiguration so skillfully.

  The st one...

  Professonagall gnced over at Harry Potter.

  What a pity.

  Hoare sat idly, trying to transform the little robot in front of him into something else iing.

  He wondered if he could turn it into a Transformer.

  Then he felt someougging at him from the side.

  Turning his head, he saw Zabini and Malfoy staring at him.

  "What?" Hoare was taken aback by their intense gazes.

  "How did you do it?"

  Malfoy answered eagerly, his eyes filled with excitement, fixed on Hoare's csswork on the desk.

  It was a small metal dragohing fire.

  "Just... like this."

  Hoare transformed it again, and the metal dragon turned into a mad rabbit doing ballet.

  "I want to learn too, teach me!" Malfoy's eyes were practically on fire.

  The other boys nearby, though silent, had the same eager look as Malfoy.

  Hoare shrugged, "I teach you, but. It'll cost you."

  As soon as Hoare finished speaking, several stacks of 20 Galleons appeared in front of him, roughly totaling around 100.

  "Guarao teach you."

  As long as they weren't too dumb.

  ***

  [Host: Hoare Weasley]

  [Avaible Galleons: 1078 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]

  "Upgrade potion-making talent level, learn Anti-scabies Potion, Squib Treatment Potion."

  [Ding]

  [The Squib Treatment Potion is a research potion, requiring a dedu of 50 Galleons.]

  [Would the host like to proceed with the dedu?]

  "Yes."

  [Ding]

  [Panel updated]

  [C-level abilities: Charms (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguratioaught})]

  [B-level abilities: Potion-making (Anti-scabies Potion, Squib Treatment Potion)]

  [Avaible Galleons: 28 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]

  Potions were a special existen the wizarding world, even Muggles could use them.

  Hoare khat with his current magic power, he couldn't learn powerful spells yet.

  But potions were different.

  Whether for defense or attack, they were handy, didn't e magid were essential for travel.

  Moreover, Hoare could never fet those ten years as a Squib.

  Though his family was kind, whenever he went out, everyone would look at him with pity.

  Look, there's the Squib from the Weasley family.

  The word Squib pletely repced Hoare's name.

  Even as an outsider, he felt sad and reduced his outings.

  One could only imagine how difficult life was for Squibs from other families.

  So, after the m Transfiguration css, Hoare checked his little treasury. Seeing that he could upgrade his talent, he decisively upgraded his potion-making skills.

  Turning a matchstito a small fire dragon was actually very simple, but people's talents varied, and it couldn't be forced.

  For those who didn't succeed, Hoare helped them transform it as a sotion.

  And for those who did succeed, like Malfoy, he proudly held up his little fire dragon, saying he would send it home to show his father.

  Hoare... now that's a real kid.

  Before css ended, Professonagall assigned written homework, but Hoare's pile of little fire dragons perfectly exempted him from homework for the entire year.

  ***

  Hoare had been looking forward to this day, finally arriving at the Potions css he had long awaited.

  The dim, damp potions room, Professor Srode in briskly, his cloak billowing behind him like dark wings.

  He stopped and turned.

  His bck eyes sed the room, finally resting on Harry Potter.

  His gaze was cold and hollow, remi of two dark, deep tunnels.

  He really was like a bat in the night, not the Dd.

  "You are here to learn the precise sd exact art of potion-making," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, yet everyone heard every word.

  "Sihere is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.

  I don't expect you will really uand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitg the mind, ensnaring the senses.

  I teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death—if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

  After his brief opening, the css was silent.

  After taunting Harry Potter, Professor Snape deducted a point from Gryffindor.

  Hoare wasn't ied in any of that; he was eager to start making potions. When Snape allowed them to begin, he was the first to rush to the ste area for materials.

  As Hoare's eyes sed each material, their properties and quality appeared before him.

  Like now, holding a hedgehog quill, it dispyed:

  Hedgehog Quill: Quills from a hedgehog, with various medial properties such as l blood pressure, relieving gas, and pain relief.

  Quality: Fwed, unfortunately, this one is damaged, redug its efficacy by half.

  Pig up ahe quality dispyed as perfect, so Hoare took it.

  After seleg the materials, Hoare returo his station.

  Malfoy stood fidently at the workstation, waiting for Hoare t back the materials.

  Two people per group, only o of materials was needed.

  Snape, dragging his long bck cloak, walked around the . He had already noticed when Henry William was seleg materials.

  This child actually knew how to distinguish the quality of materials, but it remaio be seen how his potion-making talent would fare.

  His gaze kept drifting towards William's group.