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dark tunnels.
”you are here to learle sd exact art of
potionmaking,” he began. he spoke ihan a whisper,
but they caught every word -- like prall, snape had
y caught every word -- like prall, she
gift of keeping a class silent without effort. ”as there is little
foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is
magit expect you will really uhe beauty of the
softly simmering with its shimmerihe delicate
power of liquids that an veig the
mind, ensnaring the senses.... i teach you how to bottle fame,
brew glory, eveh -- if you arent as big a bunch of
dunderheads as i usually have to teach.”
more silence followed this little speech. harry and ron exged
looks with raised eyebrranger was on the edge of
her seat and looked desperate t that she wasnt
a dunderhead.
”potter!” said snape suddenly. ”what would i get if i added
powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”
powdered root of what to an infusion of what? harry gla
ron, who looked as stumped as he was; hermiones hand had shot into
the air.
”i dont know, sit,” said harry.
snapes lips to a sneer.
”tut, tut -- fame clearly ishing.”
he ignored hermiones hand.
”lets try again. potter, where would you look if i told you
to find me a bezoar?”
hermioched her hand as high into the air as it would go
with her seat, but harry didnt have the fai
idea what a bezoar was. he tried not to look at malfoy, crabbe,
and goyle, wh with laughter.
”i dont know, sit.” ”thought you wouldnt open a book before
ier?” harry forced himself to keep lht
into those cold eyes. he had lh his books at the
dursleys, but did so remember everything in one
thousand magical herbs and fungi?
sill ign hermiones quivering hand.
”what is the differeween monkshood and
wolfsbane?”
at this, hermioood up, her haoward the
dungeon g.
”i dont know,” said harry quietly. ”i think hermione does,
though, why dont you try her?”
a few people laughed; harry caught seamuss eye, and seamus
winked. snape, holeased.
”sit down,” he s hermione. ”for your information,
potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potio
is know of livih. a bezoar is a stoaken
from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. as
for monkshood and wolfsbahe same plant, which also goes
by the name of aite. well? why arent you all g that down?”
there was a sudden rummaging for quills a. over
the noise, snape said, ”and a poiaken from gryffindor
house for your cheek, potter.”
things didnt imprryffindors as the potions lesson
ued. shem all into pairs ao mixing up a
simple potion to cure boils. he swept around in his long black cloak,
watg them weigh dried les and ake fangs, g
almost everyo malfoy, whom he seemed to like. he was just
tellio look at the perfect way malfoy had stewed his
hs when clouds of a smoke and a loud hissing
filled the dungeon. neville had somehow ma seamuss
into a twisted blob, aion ing across
the st holes in peoples shoes. within seds,
the whole class was standiools while neville, who had
beehe potiohe collapsed, moaned in
pain as angry red b up all over his arms and legs.
”idiot boy!” snarled she spilled potion away
with one wave of his wand. ”i suppose you added the pore quills
bef the off the fire?”
neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.
”take him up to the hospital at at seamus. then