Becoming the God of Magic, Starting from Harry Potter
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The next morning, Draco Malfoy looked utterly exhausted.
The reason was simple: Adrian had spent the entire night awake.
Instead of sleeping, he had pulled all kinds of strange instruments out of the magically expanded suitcase he carried and set up what looked suspiciously like a laboratory right inside their dormitory.
To be fair, Adrian had thoughtfully cast a Soundproofing Charm around Malfoy’s bed, so there hadn’t been a single noise.
The problem was the flashes of mysterious light erupting every few minutes.
Especially the eerie green ones.
For any normal eleven-year-old, waking up in the middle of the night to find the room glowing an ominous green was enough to shave years off their life.
Of course, Adrian wasn’t secretly developing some magical bioweapon.
He was simply continuing his research on the Healing Potion.
The teaching philosophy in the Book of the God of Magic was vastly different from that of the Harry Potter world.
In this world, Potions classes revolved around following existing recipes.
Students memorized formulas and brewed according to instructions, using practical work to reinforce established theory.
It was straightforward and efficient.
Its weakness, however, lay in innovation.
Students became skilled at reproducing potions, but lacked the foundation necessary to create new ones.
The deeper one ventured into research, the greater the obstacles became.
The Potions chapter of the Book of the God of Magic, on the other hand, emphasized fundamentals and creative thinking.
There were no fixed recipes.
No rigid procedures.
What it taught was the underlying philosophy, the methods of reasoning, and the principles behind potion-making.
Those concepts were universal.
Even if the world changed, even if every herb and ingredient were replaced, those principles would still allow someone to formulate entirely new potions.
Unfortunately, each world possessed different magical plants and different natural laws.
Adapting all of that through personal experimentation alone would take Adrian an incredibly long time.
That was precisely where Hogwarts’ professors became valuable.
Ignoring the sleep-deprived Malfoy for the moment, the Slytherin first-years headed to their very first class.
Potions.
As usual, they shared the lesson with Gryffindor.
The innocent new students had yet to understand just how terrifying their Potions professor truly was.
But thanks to repeated warnings from older students, both the young snakes and the little lions had already begun viewing one another as rivals.
After all, throughout Hogwarts’ history, Gryffindor and Slytherin had consistently produced the greatest number of outstanding witches and wizards.
Their completely different ideals had made them lifelong competitors.
As for the quiet Hufflepuffs and the scholarly Ravenclaws…
Neither side paid them much attention.
Inside the classroom, Adrian greeted his classmates with an easy smile.
Malfoy deliberately followed one step behind him.
He hadn’t forgotten his father’s repeated instructions before school began:
Maintain a good relationship with Adrian.
From a distance, Draco looked almost like Adrian’s obedient little attendant.
Of course, every Slytherin knew the truth.
Malfoy only behaved this meekly because the person standing in front of him was Adrian.
Had it been anyone else, he’d still be the same arrogant young aristocrat.
“Morning, Harry.”
Harry looked up, dark circles hanging beneath his eyes.
“Oh…
Adrian.
Morning.”
“So…”
Adrian raised an eyebrow.
“What exactly did you do last night?”
His already messy black hair looked even more chaotic than usual, and behind his glasses his eyes were surrounded by unmistakable dark circles.
The seat beside him was empty.
Adrian casually sat down.
Malfoy took the seat on Adrian’s other side.
From behind them, Hermione quietly explained,
“Harry stayed up all night previewing today’s lessons.”
“…”
Adrian blinked.
Seriously?
Turning back toward Harry, he asked,
“So you really studied all night?”
Harry scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
“Well…
sort of.”
“I kept thinking about what you told me before.”
“I realized I don’t really deserve all the praise everyone gives me, so…
I wanted to prepare a little more.”
In Harry’s hands was Magical Drafts and Potions, the standard first-year textbook.
Judging from the exhausted expression on his face, he’d had a miserable time trying to understand it.
It wasn’t the look of someone who had learned something exciting.
Just compare him with Hermione.
The thick stack of notes beneath her own textbook made it obvious she’d previewed the material too.
Yet she looked energetic enough to stay awake for another three days.
“So…”
Adrian asked,
“Did you actually understand any of it?”
Harry’s face froze.
“Heh…”
“Heh…”
An awkward silence filled the room.
After rummaging through his sleeve for a moment, Adrian produced a small brown potion bottle.
The liquid shimmered beautifully inside the crystal vial.
As he gently shook it, tiny sparkling bubbles rose through the potion.
Without ceremony, he tossed it toward Harry.
“Looking like that, Professor’s probably going to tear you apart in class.”
“This is my Energy Potion Version 1.0.”
“Drink it.”
“You’ll feel a lot better.”
Harry stared blankly at the bottle.
“…You can…
just drink this?”
Immediately, Adrian’s biggest fan spoke up in protest.
“Harry!”
Hermione puffed up her cheeks.
“Do you even realize this was personally brewed by Adrian?”
“If you don’t want it, give it to me!”
Give it to you?
Harry’s expression instantly turned serious.
He yanked out the stopper and gulped the potion down in one go.
Adrian coughed lightly.
“Please don’t call me ‘Mr.
Adrian.'”
“And besides…”
“I still have several more bottles.”
As if performing a magic trick, he pulled several identical potions from his sleeve.
“If you aren’t actually tired, don’t drink this.”
“If you get overexcited afterward, I’m not responsible.”
The moment Harry swallowed the potion, his brows furrowed tightly.
It felt as though a blazing fire had ignited deep within his body.
Hot.
Intense.
Every muscle trembled.
But the heat lasted only a brief moment before erupting outward.
An overwhelming wave of comfort flooded his entire body.
The heavy bags beneath his eyes gradually disappeared.
The exhaustion vanished completely.
In fact…
He looked almost…
…ecstatic?
Finally, Harry let out a long breath.
“What…”
“What kind of potion is this?”
“It tastes amazing!”
Heh.
Adrian couldn’t help feeling a little smug.
This was one of his proudest creations.
Made primarily from Bluebell Grass and Xinliman Fruit, it was incredibly cheap to produce, effectively stimulated the body’s functions, and—most importantly—
It tasted like concentrated cola.
That refreshing sensation…
It was practically magical happiness in liquid form.
Seeing how effective it was, Hermione immediately stretched out her small, pale hand.
Her large eyes stared innocently at Adrian.
They clearly said:
I want one too.
Malfoy quietly added,
“Young Master Adrian…”
“May I have one as well?”
Very well.
If happiness existed—
Everyone should enjoy it together.
Triple the happiness was obviously even better.
Ron looked on enviously from the side but didn’t ask for one.
After all, Adrian had clearly warned them.
If you weren’t exhausted, you shouldn’t drink it.
If something really went wrong…
Ron doubted someone as important as Adrian would bother helping him.
In truth, Adrian hadn’t been exaggerating.
The potion’s primary purpose was to awaken bodies suffering from severe fatigue while providing a moderate stimulating effect.
For someone whose physical condition was already perfectly normal…
Drinking it wouldn’t simply make them more alert.
Its effects would be comparable to taking an extremely powerful stimulant.
Someone particularly sensitive might even become so overstimulated that they fainted on the spot.
Just as everyone was enjoying their newfound energy—
BANG!
The classroom door flew open.
Adrian would swear on his life…
Someone had kicked it open with all their strength.