||DISCLAIMER|| Harry Potter is not mine, too bad, but I admire J.K Rowling because it's hers, so heh...read the story... also, sorry about the grammars
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--Chapter 1
It was their 5th year and that was the first day back from the X-mas break. Harry, Ron and Hermione are in potion class ready to make some potion under the strict examination of Hogward's meanest professor, Snape.
After gave out the instructions, he let them work on their own.
Like usual, Hermione came over to work with Harry and Ron. Harry glad that she did, because after all, Hermione is the smartest 5th year in the entire Hogward. They actually enjoyed making the potion. Harry heard the giggles of the girls in the other table while they were working, because the potion they were working on was the love potion and Snape said they could keep it when we finished.
"Ms. Brown, Ms. Patil, keep quiet or 10 points will be taken off your house." Snape growled. Patival and Lavender shut up, but they still grinning.
Snape walked by Neville Longbottom's table. He stopped and watched him carefully. Anyone can see a bit of humor in his eyes when he examined the poor guy's potion. Harry elbowed Ron, signaled him to look at Neville's table. Ron elbowed Hermione who was trying to mix rosethorns and berryleaves together.
"Hey!" She exclaimed but soon turned her attention to Neville's table also, where he had gone scarlet at every word Snape said.
"...once again, Mr. Longbottom, you have screwed up the entire potion by not follow the recipe and putting in the wrong ingredients. I've got to say, Mr. Longbottom, I amazed of how you have made it to the 5th year at Hogward with to record of screwing up on every cauldron of potion you ever mad-..." Snape didn't get to finish his sentence when a hand shot in the air. The class grew quite.
It was Hermione's.
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