"Mr. Potter, our new… celebrity…" Severus Snape, the Potions Professor spat the word like it was tar.
Then he asked several questions Harry did not know the answers to. After taking away points from Harry, he wrote instructions on the blackboard and began watching the classroom like a hawk, hovering around both Harry himself and a rather pudgy boy who seemed disconcerted by the bat like man's presence.
Harry rubbed his chin.
Could potion making truly be as simple as Severus Snape made it out to be?
Follow a recipe and you're golden?
That's not too different from cooking. And that, Harry was certain he could do easily.
To simple problems, simple solutions, he thought.