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Professor McGonagall’s expression stiffened slightly.
“Mr.
Ambrosius, what makes you think that?”
Adrian replied, “In my opinion, mastering Transfiguration requires the same meticulous way of thinking as alchemy.
The difference is that alchemy is based on equivalent exchange using existing materials, while Transfiguration is based on equivalent exchange using one’s own magical power.”
“The materials used in alchemy possess objective physical properties and relative stability, which is why the products created through alchemy are highly stable and can even be permanent.”
“But Transfiguration consumes the caster’s magic.
Since magic is finite, Transfiguration is essentially an incomplete form of alchemy.
If a caster possessed an endless supply of magic, then the result would no longer be a temporary transformation—it would become a permanent change.”
Professor McGonagall looked at Adrian for a long moment.
“Mr.
Ambrosius, your theory is…
very creative.
This is the first time in all my years that I’ve heard someone explain Transfiguration in such a way.”
“However, that’s not how I understand Transfiguration.”
“Oh?”
Adrian asked with obvious interest, “Then in your opinion, Professor, what exactly is Transfiguration?”
McGonagall paused thoughtfully before replying.
“Explaining that properly would take quite some time.
You have exceptional talent in Transfiguration.
If you’re willing, I can spare some time this weekend to explain it to you.”
“That would be wonderful.
Thank you very much.”
Adrian bowed deeply.
Professor McGonagall truly possessed remarkable teaching ethics.
Although Adrian wasn’t a Gryffindor student, she was still willing to share her knowledge with any hardworking student eager to learn.
The following classes were also among the most popular subjects at Hogwarts: Charms, Flying, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Thanks to Adrian’s exceptionally powerful magical reserves and precise control, Charms presented no challenge whatsoever.
To Professor Flitwick’s amazement, Adrian once again earned another five points for Slytherin.
Flying lessons unfolded almost exactly as they had in the original story.
Harry’s extraordinary talent earned him a place as Gryffindor’s youngest Seeker, while Adrian declined the invitation from the somewhat unwilling Slytherin Quidditch team, saying he had no interest in joining for the time being.
Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, was a completely different story.
Professor Quirrell was as strange as ever.
The classroom—and especially the thick turban wrapped around his head—reeked of garlic, making the experience unbearable for nearly every student.
Combined with Quirrell’s stuttering, awkward teaching style, Adrian simply couldn’t understand how Dumbledore had allowed someone like him to teach.
More importantly, Adrian refused to believe that someone as powerful as Dumbledore was unaware that something was wrong with Quirrell.
Even Adrian himself could sense that there was…
something hidden beneath Quirrell’s turban.
He now had every reason to believe that everything happening within Hogwarts—and the fates of every protagonist in the original story—was under the control of that kindly old headmaster.
Harry and the others appeared to be living thrilling, dangerous adventures, but in reality, they were never truly in danger.
They were like actors performing within a script.
They could improvise from time to time, but they could never deviate from the story’s intended direction.
And if anyone violated the ultimate principles established in Dumbledore’s mind, he would eliminate that person without hesitation.
Time passed quickly during the school term.
Although Adrian spent very little effort on ordinary coursework, nearly every professor enjoyed interacting with the elegant, humble, and diligent student during class.
Yet the day Adrian looked forward to most that week was Friday.
Once the final afternoon lesson ended, the evening became free time for the young witches and wizards.
Tonight was also the night of his appointment with Snape.
Eight o’clock that evening.
Snape’s office.
The office was rather gloomy.
The floor was polished black marble, and the lighting was dim, matching Snape’s personality almost perfectly.
“Good evening, Professor Snape.”
Snape sat behind his desk and merely glanced at Adrian.
“Follow me.”
Without another word, he stood and strode into the laboratory connected to his office.
Adrian quickly followed.
“This is the calculation formula for the decay rate of unstable potions that you requested.”
Snape picked up a roll of parchment from the workbench and spoke calmly.
“So then, Mr.
Ambrosius…
what price are you prepared to pay this time?”
Adrian smiled sincerely.
“As expected of Professor Snape.
One of the greatest Potions Masters of our era.”
Snape didn’t respond.
His gaze remained frighteningly calm.
“How about this?”
Adrian held up three fingers.
“If my experiment succeeds, you’ll receive thirty percent of the patent rights for the potion.”
Thirty percent of the patent meant that Snape would receive thirty percent of everything associated with the potion—its reputation, its commercial profits, and every other benefit.
“Deal.”
Snape tossed the parchment to Adrian. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“Now you can get out.”
Catching the parchment, Adrian wasn’t offended in the slightest.
“Although we’ve worked together many times already, there’s still something I’ve always wondered.”
“With your talent and intellect, Professor, there’s no way you’re lacking money.
Yet over the past few years, you’ve seemed unusually interested in accumulating wealth.”
Snape answered coldly,
“That isn’t something Mr.
Ambrosius needs to know.”
“My apologies for the intrusion.”
Adrian bowed politely, his manners as impeccable as ever.
As Adrian disappeared into the distance, Snape slowly shifted his gaze toward several notebooks resting on a nearby bookshelf.
Inside them was knowledge unlike anything found in the known magical world.
“Lily…
soon.”
“We’ll meet again.”
His lips barely moved as his low voice echoed softly through the laboratory, carrying equal parts sorrow and longing.
Back in the Slytherin dormitory, Adrian greeted the other young snakes with a smile before returning to the small experimental workstation he had assembled inside his room.
Malfoy wasn’t there.
He had probably gone elsewhere.
Adrian slowly unrolled the parchment Snape had given him.
Every inch of it was densely packed with writing.
It contained the entire derivation process, detailed annotations, and finally a remarkably complicated formula.
“So that’s it…”
“No wonder I could never derive it myself.”
Adrian rapidly read through the calculations, comparing them with his own previous work.
The missing piece had been an ingenious substitution method, combined with a calculation technique developed by Snape himself.
Only then could the final formula be obtained.
With this crucial derivation in hand, the final step of improving the Healing Potion was no longer difficult.
He began compressing the original dosage, added the supplementary herbs, and incorporated the decay-rate formula until every ingredient reached perfect equilibrium.
An hour later…
Adrian held a newly refined potion that gleamed like polished emerald.
A satisfied smile spread across his face.
Healing Potion Version 3.0 was complete.
Potions Chapter Evaluation: Tier-3 Potion.
At last, the long-sealed third chapter of the Book of the God of Magic opened.
As the pages turned, four elegant golden words slowly appeared upon the fresh chapter.
Chapter of Spell craft.