There's an important lesson that all students must learn, and that is not to underestimate the professors.
Allen returned to his room after spending the night with Rebecca, and the first thing he saw was all his classmates still asleep. After an hour, Neville, Seamus, and Dean woke up, but Ron and Harry didn't.
Allen, being a good mate, tried to wake them up, but Harry ignored him, and Ron even had the nerve to ask for five more minutes.
Allen shrugged and left; it's part of life to learn the consequences of being late.
...
In Transfiguration class, everyone saw a gray cat on the desk, but no one paid attention except Allen.
"Hello, Mr. Cat," said Allen.
He already knew the cat was Minerva, but he couldn't help it, and as part of a joke, he approached and picked her up, then, treating her like a real cat, he petted her belly.
"Oh, sorry, you're a lady?" Allen apologized, but inside, he was laughing; the Chat itself thought Allen was dead for making fun of her.
Minerva was in shock, and Allen acted quickly; he didn't give her time to think as he petted her. After a few seconds, Allen left her on the desk and withdrew.
"What an adorable kitty, I wonder if she's Professor McGonagall's?" Allen innocently declared, not paying attention to the fact that the cat behind him was trembling with anger and embarrassment.
Minerva wanted to return to her human form and punish Allen, but that would involve showing everyone that a student had picked her up in her cat form and petted her.
In the end, she decided that her dignity as a professor was greater than her anger and left the room in her cat form, apparently helping Harry and Ron, who were late to class.
Allen sat next to Hermione, but she was in study mode with a large Transfiguration book while reviewing her knowledge.
"Aren't you going to study?" Hermione asked, feeling Allen's gaze.
Allen raised an eyebrow as he leaned on the table. "Well, class hasn't started yet..."
"I suppose someone like you must have great confidence..."
Emma Watson - Here we go again... just shut up, Hermione!
Allen smiled amusedly. "What do you mean?"
"Your father... being a matchless genius, the next Merlin... someone like him should have taught you all the knowledge before entering..."
Hermione quickly regretted her own words but it was too late and she simply froze as she began to stutter.
Allen gave a half smile "You'll get tired quickly Hermione"
"What?" She is visibly confused but Allen continues.
"People who usually look only up tend to stumble while walking," Allen looked seriously at Hermione. "You're smart, but you put too much pressure on yourself to prove you're better than others... that will end up crushing you."
"That's not true!"
"Really?" Allen shrugged. "The problem is that I'm me, not my father, not Merlin, not Dumbledore, I don't need to compare myself to anyone, and my father isn't the next Merlin... he's just him... but I feel that for you being Hermione is not enough..."
"...!" Hermione lowered her head and buried it in her book.
"What a pathetic way to admit you're nothing compared to your father," Malfoy raised his voice mockingly, and other Slytherins laughed. "You weren't even worthy of entering Slytherin, Walker!"
Allen shook his head pityingly at the taunts. "Malfoy, didn't you learn before that you can't win an argument with me?"
"Shut up, you should be ashamed to inherit your father's name!"
"At least I have a father..."
Hestia – That must have hurt his liver Hahaha *Hestia falls to the ground laughing out loud*.
Athena – Don't laugh Hestia that's not fit for a goddess *she can't contain her laughter*.
Harley – *she laughs so hard she scares several inmates*.
Natasha – He deserves it *She nods as she hugs a stuffed animal that looks just like you*.
Draco went pale again, the way Allen had ended an argument with a sentence was terrifying.
No one wanted to continue bullying after that.
Hermione watched in amazement, Allen looked at her, and she looked away.
With a sigh, Allen took out a small book and gave it to Hermione; the book was about Transfigurations but was much smaller than the one she was reading.
"This one summarizes everything that encompasses Transfiguration class better..."
She looked at Allen and blushed, took the book, and started reading it. "Thank you..." Hermione whispered.
The beautiful Minerva entered through the door and glanced at the class, giving Allen a reprimanding look, but she didn't say anything on her way to the podium.
"Welcome to Transfiguration class! Today we will learn the basics of transformations. Pay attention and follow my instructions carefully..."
...
In Potions class, there was a tense atmosphere due to Snape's reputation for being very strict.
They were all seated when the door burst open and in walked Snape with an intimidating bearing.
"No one will wave their wands and do foolish charms in this class... so I suppose many of you won't appreciate the value of the science and art of potion-making."
Snape looked at Harry with a stern gaze... knowing Potter's past, it was expected that Harry would be good in this class, but he was distracted during Snape's introduction, angering him.
An important detail is that Snape appreciates and despises Harry; he appreciates him because of his mother, who was the love of his life but despises him because of his father, who was Snape's bully and made his life miserable during his time at Hogwarts.
"But those, and there will be few... who possess the predisposition... I will teach you how to master the mind and bewitch the senses... I will teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and even..."
Snape changed his gaze to Allen.
"To put a stopper in death..."
'This man doesn't change...' thought Allen.
Of course, some teachers were not at all happy with being despised by Allen; did he think he could graduate just by learning from books alone?
Snape at the front repudiated Allen for such audacity, putting exams that even he couldn't pass so easily, if it weren't for the help of the Chat and the system, Allen wouldn't have been able to graduate.
This generated resentment and disdain from Snape towards Allen, however, Allen himself was no fool and wouldn't allow himself to be insulted. As a consequence, Snape seemed to seek some revenge on Jr.
[Host, you know all that resentment is your fault, right?]
'I had no choice, I would have stayed at Hogwarts for years if I had followed the orthodox path...'
Snape exchanged glances with Harry, who was taking notes of what Snape had said, and Allen, who leaned on the table lazily while looking at the comments.
"Although perhaps, many of you came to Hogwarts gifted with such formidable abilities that you feel confident NOT TO PAY ATTENTION!"
Hermione pulled Allen's clothes to get his attention and Ron did the same for Harry.
'Shit... I forgot my bad habit of lounging on the table...'
Allen had no bad intentions, simply reviewing the knowledge he already had was boring.
"Mr. Potter, our new celebrity, and Mr. Walker, the son of the unmatched genius..."
With a gaze worthy of an executioner, Snape looked coldly at both of them. "What will I get if I add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?..."
At that moment, Hermione raised her hand, but was ignored; she didn't understand that this was aimed at ending any arrogance they might have.
Of course, Harry couldn't answer... Allen knew the answer, but hesitated to respond; he didn't want people to hold him in high esteem as a genius.
"They produce a very powerful sleeping potion, so potent that it's called the living death," Allen responded, trying not to sound arrogant.
Snape wasn't surprised; it was what one would expect from Allen Jr. However, he was disappointed in Harry.
Gwen – Snape values intelligence and abilities highly, that's why in The *Half-Blood Prince*when Harry seemed to improve exponentially in Potions class, he even appreciated him more.
MJ – I'm not a fan, but I'm curious if Harry would have responded correctly, would his relationship with Snape have been different?
J.K Rowling: Snape never hated Harry but... it's true if Harry had answered correctly, he wouldn't have treated him so coldly.
Snape sighed. "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Harry lowered his head. "I don't know, sir."
Snape looked at Allen. "And you, Mr. Walker..." the disdain was visible. Unlike with Harry, where it was just severe, there was a kind of resentment with Allen. Allen understood their reason, but that didn't mean he liked it.
"It's taken from the stomach of a goat and serves to save you from most poisons," Allen responded with a serious look.
Snape seemed frustrated but accepted the answer. "What's the difference between aconite and wolfsbane?"
Before Harry could answer, he heard a voice in his mind. Harry looked in Allen's direction, and he said nothing.
"It's the same plant."
Snape, whose gaze had already given up on Harry, changed with a slight trace of astonishment. Severus Snape knew that Harry had been raised away from the magical world; he knew that he had barely found out about wizards' existence. Where would he find time to study?
Even Hermione and other Muggle-born wizards and witches had time to learn about the magical world, but Harry didn't have that opportunity, so for Harry to respond simply didn't make sense.
Snape imagined Harry studying even during his breaks...
"That's correct, Mr. Potter, fame isn't everything, and Mr. Walker, talent doesn't give manners. But both of you have the minimum necessary to have the privilege of being in my class. Thirty points to Gryffindor!"
"What?!" Draco slammed the table, and other Slytherins also showed their dissatisfaction, especially Pansy, although Daphne's look was different.
She thought that compared to his father, the son was little more than mediocre; he didn't even go to Slytherin, but it seems that it's not entirely true.
'That doesn't change anything...' Daphne thought.
Hermione's look was darkened; she knew all the answers, but they didn't even look at her.
Allen noticed that Harry had a fearful look towards Snape. It's ridiculous how those two had such a bad relationship even though Snape didn't wish it from the bottom of his heart.
"Professor Snape, may I add something?"
"Mr. Walker? If it's not worth it, and you keep interrupting my class, I'll deduct points from you..." Snape's threat made everyone's blood run cold except for the Slytherins, who rejoiced.
"What are you doing?" Ron tried to stop Allen, but he ignored him.
Allen stood up and looked Snape in the eyes. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?... According to Victorian flower language, asphodel is a type of lily that means 'My regrets follow you to the grave,' and wormwood means 'absence' and also typically symbolizes bitter sorrow."
Snape paled upon hearing Allen's words; he tried to stop him from continuing, but he didn't succeed.
"If you combined that, it meant 'I bitterly regret Lily's death'."
Gwen – Wait, is that for real?! I didn't even know that!
Emma – Neither did I!
Snape backed away, losing his calm for a moment, then left, apologizing momentarily.
Harry was dazed and confused as to the reason for those words, he looked to Allen for answers but it was obvious that Allen was not going to respond.
Allen sat down and crossed his arms Hermione began to pester him to tell her what that meant and why it affected Severus Snape so much.
Allen refused to answer, and in the Chat, a wave of controversy began.
...
After fighting with Snape, the flying class with brooms followed... in that class, Harry will be seen by Minerva flying skillfully and will be recruited for the Quidditch team.
Although before that, they would have a small break for lunch and to receive mail.
The owls entered through the roof, bringing letters and gifts from their families.
This time, even Harry received a gift from the Dursleys; it was nothing more than bought cookies, but it was unexpected for Harry.
Of course, maybe Allen's letter had something to do with it, where he said that even if Harry didn't live there most of the time, as the Dursleys are still receiving maintenance, they should show appreciation to Harry, right?
Lastly, Hermione noticed that Allen hadn't received anything and approached him intending to console him, but Susan stepped forward and offered him some of the cake that her family had sent her.
Hermione frowned and Susan returned the look, Allen ignored this exchange for the sake of his mental health.
Allen smiled and accepted.
...
A minute later as he praised Susan's pie, he stopped eating and looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh, that little lazy one is here..."
Something came in through the roof, a golden sphere with wings and a tail; it was a strange creature. Without saying anything, it landed on Allen's head.
"Hey, you've got something there!" Ron exclaimed, startled.
Hermione was about to use her wand, but Allen stopped her with a smile.
"Why did you take so long?" Allen asked annoyed. "Did you stop on the way to eat?"
The golden creature quickly denied it, but it was obviously a lie, it had mustard in its mouth.
Allen sighed and grabbed the creature between his hands. "You know I can replace you with an owl, right?"
A vein popped on the eyeless head of the creature as it showed its sharp fangs as if complaining.
"Don't give me that, Timcampy!" A vein popped on Allen's head. Somehow, he understood the complaint of the small, round, golden creature and got upset. "Do your job!"
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A/N: It took two hundred chapters but Timcampy is finally here! :3
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