Harry's mind wandered to the infinite. Ron's soft snoring reached his ears from the table, the ginger being heavy asleep since the beginning of this class.
Potions was even worse than most of the others, since Snape couldn't stop talking about the amazing properties of a belzoar.
Apparently, there wouldn't be any potions to be made today.
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"Harry! Harry!" Hermione was shaking his arm. The reason for this was, probably, the approaching bat next to them.
"Mister Potter, I see that you already know everything possible about the bezoars so care to tell me it's properties, if that does not interrupt your sleep pattern..."
"The bezoars...well...they are famous because..."
"I see. Five points from Griffindor, Potter, I hope you are proud."
Snape had already turned around to face his desk and was walking to the front of the class when..."TASTE THE RAINBOW!" snaPE SCREAMED THAT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS AND THREW SKITTLES EVERYWHERE.
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Later on that day:
"Hermione, did you charmed Snape?"
"...Maybe"