Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JKR, the story Kamerreon and translation to me.
Disclaimer: the world of Harry Potter belongs to JKR, this story belongs to Kamerreon.
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations imagined by JKRowling.They belong to him.I do not make money and do not commit infringementof copy right or trademark law.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron /Hermione and Blaise/Neville
Warning:slash man /man, het man / woman,general silliness, violence, adult language, sexual situations, sex, brief mention of the themes of suicide and digestive disorders, and intentional presence of some random OOC crises.
Happy reading.
Chapter 3: Smart-Tea
"Clever-Tea"
* Ability: For an intelligent person, a Mr. Know-it-all.
Fred Weasley's face quickly turned into a beautiful blue-violet. It was probably because the hands of Harry Potter hemmed his neck. But it was just a guess.
"I lied to Neville! "Harry growled, pressing harder. "I told him there would be no review today, and there is one. How could you leave me lying to him? "
George grabbed the hands of Harry and tried to remove from the neck of his brother. "Now, Harry, calm down and we can -"
"Me calm down? Calm down! Rogue will kill me. Neville will kill me. Excuse me if I do not think it's time to calm down. "Harry spat.
"We can ar-p-arrange it," gasped Fred.
The hands were loosened slightly. "How? "Asked Harry.
"The tea-t-today," Fred managed to say, while suffocating.
"Are you sure? "The look bad Harry ordered him not to tell the strict truth.
George replied to him. "Yes, I promise that it will solve everything," he said hastily.
Harry left furious anger and dropped his hands. "If this tea," he said, pointing to a glass filled with brown liquid light, "does not help, you will regret it for a very long time. "
The twins shuddered slightly when he heard that Harry had taken his voice of "savior". "It will work," they promised in unison.
With regard to both skeptical and hopeful, Harry laid aside his irritation, accepted the glass and drank the contents. He returned the glass and waited for George: he did not feel very different. He heaved a sigh of annoyance and proceeded to take the twins to get breakfast. It had better work.
He sat between Ron and Neville with Hermione facing. The angry look she threw at him made him breathe a sigh discreet. Apologizing to Hermione was a chore, she never forgave right away, no matter how the person was sincere. Harry had even made things worse by insulting her intelligence. Obtain his pardon would take time and he did not have that much yet.
Harry silently ate quickly prepared to receive the injured Neville eyes when he learned the truth. He got together with his fellow Gryffindor, and they went down into the dungeons. If sparkling blue eyes saw the mischievous twins to disillusion and follow Harry Potter, Dumbledore did certainly did not mention.
"What's wrong, Potter," Draco snorted still angry and confused about what had happened two mornings earlier, "Are you afraid of a simple test? "
"E-Review? "Neville gave a little squeal.
Harry turned to Neville and looked into his eyes. "Neville, we have an exam today. "
The following question was asked in a low whisper, but Harry could hear the pain the statement contained. "You lied? "
"Yes," he said. "You are suffering from anxiety because of exams. Once a duty approach, you start to become anxious and nervous, and it makes you make mistakes that you would normally never do. I know you could get it right if you're relaxed and you have steps methodically. "
Neville blinked slowly. Harry had lied to help? Harry believed in him? A small smile appeared on his face as he spoke, "If you say, Harry. I will do my best - I will not let you down. "
"It's the right frame of mind, Neville! "Said Harry.
The classroom door opened and slammed and lowered Snape looked angry on the students as if they were a mass of maggots annoying and a total waste of time. "Come in," he ordered with a sarcastic smile.
The swarm of students entered the class and each claimed his place in silence. Harry and Neville found themselves partners in an office on the right side of the room. They smiled before turning to the instructions. Harry blinked in shock, noticing that he understood the information written on the board.
Snape's dark eyes narrowed in a glare as he spoke mockingly to the class together Slytherin and Gryffindor. "Today we're going to do - or try to, for some of you," he paused to look to Harry and Neville, "Drop the potion of the Undead. "His smile widened enough so that multiple faces in the class grew pale with fear. "The ingredients are in the reserve. You and your partner have two hours to complete the potion - Start! "
Harry turned to Neville and grabbed her shoulders while trying to stop the hyperventilation of his friend. "Neville, I know we can do it - go get the ingredients. "
Neville nodded slowly and went obediently seek the necessary ingredients. He returned a few minutes later to see that Harry had already set the pot on the fire. When Harry pulled out his wand and waved his wrist, muttering quietly, Neville raised an eyebrow.
Harry smiled. "A barrier that prevents out anyone from accidentally spill something in the potion. "
"Brilliant," muttered Neville.
Harry cast a quick glance at the ingredients back and smiled at Neville, making it clear to the other Gryffindor he had collected the right amount of everything. "Let us begin. "
The roots of valerian were placed on the cutting board and Harry took a small sharp knife, chopping them into pieces of a precise length of two centimeters. When he finished, he dropped into the cauldron in pattern of clockwise and ordered to stir the potion Neville seventeen and a half times in the opposite direction clockwise.
He kept an eye on Neville waving the potion while the worm-eaten wood * reduced to a fine powder. His left hand firmly held the bowl while his right hand worked furiously to cut the ingredients in the exact form required. Once this was ready, he sprinkled a pinch at the appropriate time and ordered to stir the potion Neville eleven times in the direction of clockwise.
When the potion took a sweet black currant color, he gave a little smirk and satisfied. Harry placed the only bean Sopophorous on his cutting board and extended his arm to grab the dagger of money. He struggled to keep hands steady while using the flat side of the dagger slowly to crush beans. The process was long and detailed, but ultimately leads to success. He bowed his board carefully so that the juice flows into a glass vial.
Harry and Neville were working in their own world. They did not see the shocked looks on their comrades or the look of their computer teacher. They were completely absorbed in their task to complete the potion required.
Fred and George took notes frantically. Drastically increases the intelligence and spontaneous understanding of the subject or the material presented. It would clearly be one of their best-selling core products.
Harry grabbed the root of asphodel and knocked in a small tin bowl and a heavy pestle tin blunt, and he began to crush and grind into a fine powder. His muscles bulged with the effort. He stopped, satisfied when it ends up looking like that Rogue would call "the root of asphodel powder."
"Good. "Harry took the tin bowl and emptied the asphodel in the pot, then put it down and grabbed the bottle of juice bean Sopohorous. He poured in pattern of a star, then glanced at Neville and said, "Think the potion in the opposite direction of clockwise seven times and once in the direction of clockwise. "The potion turned a pale violet.
Snape's eyes widened and then narrowed again as he heard about and saw Longbottom follow the instructions exactly as it was given to him. The potion became clearer, just as it was supposed to.
"We did it. "Neville stared at Harry with awe.
"Yes, we did," Harry nodded happily.
Rogue rushed to the cauldron and the potion watched intently. It was perfect: he could not find a single thing to criticize. He looked at the two students with anger and asked, "Who are you? "
"What do you mean, professor? "Inquired Harry.
"Longbottom and Potter are both idiots inept in the art of potions. You are clearly two other students using Polyjuice Potion to pass this exam in their place. "
Neville turned pale and drew back the angry man ground his teeth while Harry upset. "I'm Harry and Neville actually is. "
"You do not expect me to believe that," Snape sneered. They had the attention of the class. "Potter and Longbottom are unable to properly prepare a soothing potion of the first year. "
Harry growled and bristled with anger. "We are ourselves, sir. Maybe, you're not yourself, however, "he said with a sniff. "Rogue may be a con and a fat bastard manipulator, but he is not stupid. "Harry saw Snape's face tense with anger. "Tell me, professor impostor, where do I go if I want to find a bazaar? "
Malfoy's jaw dropped in terror as he watched the confrontation between Snape and his self-proclaimed best and eternal rival. Damn, what was wrong with Potter this week?
Rogue's body trembled as the offense and anger upon hearing the question condescending. "Twenty points to Gryffindor removed and retained tomorrow Potter. "
"Of course, Professor Impostor. "Laughed Harry.
Fred and George sniggered and sneak out of the room when the bell rang, he heard only the removal of extra points. "Clever-Tea" worked beyond their greatest expectations. In addition, they could be to blame for the loss of points - Harry Potter was.