“Mr.
Ambrosius, you wish to borrow the abandoned classroom on the fifth floor?” Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses slightly as she looked up from the parchment on her desk.
Adam stood calmly before her.
“Yes, Professor.” Professor McGonagall folded her hands together.
“And what exactly do you intend to use it for?” Adam answered smoothly, as though he had already prepared the explanation in advance.
“A few students from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor wish to establish a study group,” he explained.
“We want to help one another improve in subjects we struggle with so everyone can progress together.” “A study group…” McGonagall repeated thoughtfully.
Her expression softened slightly.
Borrowing unused classrooms was not unusual at Hogwarts.
In fact, many professors encouraged students to form academic groups and clubs.
Professor McGonagall herself oversaw the Transfiguration Club, which accepted students with strong talent and interest in advanced Transfiguration.
Once a week, members gathered in a designated classroom to discuss magical theory, analyze recent academic journals, and practice advanced transformations.
Professor Flitwick similarly managed a Charms Club.
Even Professor Sprout occasionally organized Herbology workshops.
Generally speaking, Hogwarts supported any activity that promoted learning.
Well… Almost any activity.
The Weasley twins were the primary exception.
Fred and George had once attempted to borrow a classroom for what they called a “Practical Experimental Innovation Society.” After further investigation, McGonagall discovered they actually intended to develop prank products, explosive sweets, portable swamp devices, and illegally enchanted fireworks.
Naturally, their request was denied immediately.
Looking at Adam now, however, Professor McGonagall felt far more reassured.
Over the past two weeks, Adam’s performance had been nearly flawless.
Polite.
Disciplined.
Intelligent.
Academically exceptional.
And surprisingly helpful toward classmates.
Although she still possessed certain suspicions regarding Adam’s mysterious background, McGonagall could not deny one simple truth: He was exactly the kind of student professors dreamed of teaching.
“A very good idea, Mr.
Ambrosius,” she said finally.
Adam nodded politely.
“Thank you, Professor.” McGonagall picked up her quill again.
“Your request is approved.” Then her eyes narrowed slightly.
“However…” “If I discover that this classroom is being used for anything inappropriate, I will revoke your permission immediately.” “And your study group will be disbanded.” Adam’s expression remained perfectly calm.
“Rest assured, Professor.
We only intend to study.” That part, at least, was technically true.
After all, the study group represented Adam’s newest strategy for harvesting Insight Points from other students.
There was no reason to waste such a valuable opportunity.
Professor McGonagall still looked faintly suspicious.
Not because she distrusted Adam specifically— But because decades of teaching experience taught her that students inevitably caused trouble.
Especially at Hogwarts.
“Also,” she added, “that classroom has been abandoned for quite some time.” “You’ll need to clean it thoroughly before using it.” “We will handle everything ourselves,” Adam assured her.
McGonagall nodded.
“You may go, then.” Adam bowed politely before leaving the office.
Once the door closed behind him, Professor McGonagall slowly removed her glasses and leaned back in her chair.
A faint look of nostalgia appeared on her face.
“The fifth-floor classroom…” she murmured quietly.
That room held more memories than most students realized.
Meanwhile, Adam quickly shared the good news with the others.
The reaction was explosive.
“We got it?!” Anthony nearly shouted inside the corridor.
Michael looked genuinely excited.
“An actual classroom?” Terry immediately started planning things aloud.
“We can organize study schedules!
And practice sessions!
And group review lessons!” Even Hermione looked surprisingly enthusiastic.
The group nearly rushed toward the classroom immediately.
Unfortunately, afternoon lessons prevented them from doing so.
As a result, everyone spent the remainder of the day impatiently waiting for classes to end.
The moment final lessons finished— They practically sprinted toward the fifth floor.
The abandoned classroom looked exactly like students expected.
Dust covered nearly every surface.
Several desks were broken.
Spiderwebs stretched between corners of the ceiling.
One bookshelf had collapsed sideways years ago and clearly hadn’t been touched since.
Still… Everyone felt excited.
Because despite its condition, the classroom belonged to them now.
“At least temporarily,” Hermione corrected immediately.
Anthony ignored her completely.
“This is amazing.” Michael pointed toward the windows.
“We even have decent lighting!” Terry already started dragging desks into organized rows.
“Alright,” Adam said calmly, “let’s clean first.” Everyone immediately got to work.
Fortunately, Adam already knew the Scouring Charm.
“Scourgify.” Dust vanished instantly from several desks.
The others looked amazed.
“That spell is incredible,” Terry muttered.
“It’s mostly useful for cleaning,” Adam replied honestly.
Hermione immediately memorized the incantation.
Soon, the entire classroom transformed into organized chaos.
Anthony swept floors.
Michael repaired damaged chairs.
Hermione cleaned shelves with terrifying efficiency.
Ron complained loudly while carrying broken desks.
Even Harry ended up helping after Hermione glared at him hard enough.
By the time dinner ended and everyone returned afterward, the room already looked dramatically better.
Another thirty minutes later— The transformation was complete.
The dusty abandoned classroom had become bright, clean, and surprisingly comfortable.
Several candles floated near the ceiling.
Bookshelves stood neatly against the walls.
The desks formed organized study groups.
Someone even opened the windows slightly to allow fresh air inside.
Everyone stared proudly at their work.
“We actually did it,” Harry said.
“It looks amazing,” Hermione admitted.
Anthony grinned proudly.
“This is officially our headquarters now.” Ron looked confused.
“…Why does every study group somehow end up sounding like a secret organization?” Nobody answered him.
The group spent another twenty minutes discussing future schedules before finally returning to their respective dormitories.
Later that night, inside the Ravenclaw dormitory… Anthony and Terry continued studying despite the late hour.
Books covered both their beds.
Anthony muttered incantations under his breath while reviewing Charms notes.
Terry repeatedly attempted wand movements in front of a mirror.
Ever since Adam unintentionally triggered the “competitive evolution” of Ravenclaw students, the entire house atmosphere had become frighteningly academic.
Meanwhile, Adam lay comfortably on his bed.
As for Foufou… Adam honestly wasn’t entirely certain where she spent most of her time anymore.
When Foufou first arrived at Hogwarts, she wandered around the castle constantly.
At first, Adam worried slightly about potential trouble.
Then the girls discovered her existence.
Everything changed afterward.
Foufou’s appearance was simply too adorable.
Her soft white fur, elegant appearance, and intelligent crimson eyes made her almost impossible to resist.
Naturally, girls from every house immediately began feeding her snacks.
Especially the Hufflepuff girls.
At this point, Foufou practically treated the Hufflepuff dormitories as her secondary residence.
Now Adam only saw her reliably during mornings and late nights.
She usually disappeared around breakfast.
Then returned after midnight completely satisfied with life.
Honestly… Foufou was living far better at Hogwarts than Adam himself.
Still, Adam wasn’t worried.
Foufou wasn’t an ordinary cat.
She originated from the beginner reward package granted by the mysterious System.
Alongside Foufou, Adam had also received: A wand.
A longsword.
And his terrifying SSS-grade White Magic Affinity.
More importantly, Foufou possessed two passive abilities: Malice Perception.
And— Lucky Blessing.
With those abilities, as long as Foufou didn’t deliberately jump into danger herself, almost nothing could seriously threaten her.
Thinking about which dormitory Foufou currently occupied, Adam opened his system panel.
A translucent interface appeared before his eyes.
Name: Adam Ambrosius Age: 11 Profession: Wizard Sub-Profession: Alchemist Talents: White Magic Affinity — SSS Dark Arts Affinity — D High-Speed Incantation — C (Allows faster spellcasting speed.) Skills Herbology: Level 2 (600/1000) Potions: Level 2 (1130/2000) Magizoology: Level 2 (1060/2000) Astronomy: Level 1 (875/1000) Transfiguration: Level 2 (1010/2000) Alchemy: Level 2 (1570/2000) Swordsmanship: Level 2 (1300/2000) Charms Repairing Charm — Level 3 (780/3000) Levitation Charm — Level 3 (1080/3000) Petrificus Totalus — Level 2 (790/1000) Expelliarmus — Level 3 (800/3000) Insight Points: 560 Adam’s eyes brightened slightly.
“Over five hundred points already…” A small smile appeared on his face.
This was the largest amount he had accumulated since obtaining the System.
Clearly, teaching students during Charms lessons and helping classmates inside the study group proved extremely profitable.
Every moment of “deep insight” granted to others produced valuable rewards.
And judging from current results… The study group might become his most efficient long-term source of points.
Anthony suddenly looked up from his book.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Adam closed the system panel calmly.
“Nothing.” Terry looked suspicious.
“That expression definitely means you’re planning something.” Adam merely smiled mysteriously.
Then he silently focused inward once more.
His gaze settled on the glowing number beside Insight Points.
Enough for several draws.
A faint sense of anticipation appeared in his chest.
This was the first time he truly accumulated a significant amount of points.
Which meant— It was finally time.
“System,” Adam said quietly within his mind.
“Draw.”
Give me more motivation!