The potions classroom door slammed open, Professor Snape strode in with his cloak billowing behind him.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class… As such… I don't expect many of you to appreciate the science and exact art that is potion making, however… for those, select few… who possess the pre-disposition…"

Snape then made eye contact with Malfoy and gave him a nod. Hah! So the man can play favorites too… Harry was watching Snape carefully, listening to every single word he was saying.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses… I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

Snape's eyes then fixated onto the back of the room.

"Then again… some of you may have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough… to not pay attention."

Wonder which idiot was not looking at Snape… probably Weasley or Longbottom…

"The boy-who-lived… Mr. Longbottom… our new… celebrity. Now… tell me what I would get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know sir." His voice shaking

The Granger girl then shot her hand up and started to wave it around.

"Don't know? Let's try again then… where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"I'm sorry sir?"

All of Slytherins looked on with glee whilst the Gryffindors looked in horror. Snape smirked slightly.

"10 points from Gryffindor for not opening your book. Neville then glared at Snape whilst Granger still had her hand up like a desperate puppy.

"Evans, answer the questions… in the exact same order."

"Yes, Sir. Powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood would result in a Draught of Living death, I would find a Bezoar in the stomach of a goat, and as for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are from the same plant known as aconite."

"Interesting isn't it? What a bit of reading of the potion textbooks you bought can do… for those who aren't so lazy. 10 points to Slytherin."

Granger had looked at Luke with a glare. It was as if he just stole away her limelight. Class went on per usual. He had teamed up with Luke, Luke made the entire potion while Harry was flirting with Tracey Davis.

Snape had grudgingly given Luke's potion an O at the end of class and awarded them 10 points each.

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Harry said Up and his brooms instantly shot into their hand. Luke looked dumbfounded at him. She kept trying only for her broom to be waddling around on the floor. Harry glance over next to her and saw that most of the class was having the same problem.

"With feel!"

More students started to get their broom up after that advice from Madam Hooch. Weasley had caused many to laugh by saying up with such force that the broom shot up faster than he expected and whacked him in the face. Luke then finally managed to get her broom to rise into her hand whilst Nott still struggled. Harry just shook his head. Too damn prideful… they could have just asked Hooch for different advice… Nott and few others had ended up having to pick up their broomstick from the ground.

"Now, once you got hold of your broom… I want you to mount it! And grip it tight! You don't want to be sliding off the end…"

Harry howled with laughter, the entire class looked at him until he said between laughter. "I want you to mount it! And grip it tight! You don't want to be sliding off the end" sexily soon the entire clas was laughing except Hermoine Granger.

"Now… when I blow my whistle, keep your brooms steady! Hover for a moment… the lean forward slightly and touch back down! Now… On my whistle, 3… 2… 1…" said Madam Hooch angrily her face Weasley-red.

Longbottom then lifted of high off the ground, he was panicked and clearly was not comfortable with being up in the air.

"Mr. Longbottom!"

Madam Hooch started running towards him to try and grab him before he went too far up. Her broom had still been left on the side. Longbottom was panicking more now as he rose into the sky. He started swaying left and right uncontrollably.

"Mr… Mr..Long-"

Madam Hooch ducked down as Neville shot up into the sky flailing around on his broom. She might be too late if she went for her broom. She needed to be here on the ground to slow his fall if he fell. However… this wasn't the Quidditch pitch… there are plenty of statues and pillars that could cause serious injury or kill the boy…

With a start-up sprint, Harry jumped onto his brooms and took off into the sky after Longbottom. Harry leaned down into their broom, catching up quickly to Longbottom.

Harry then had a good enough angle to knock Longbottom to side. With his wand held in his left hand, he shot the disarming charm with enough strength and precision that it blasted Longbottom cleanly off his broom.

It was right in the nick of time. Longbottom's old school broom then collided with the statue, shattering into pieces. The second Longbottom was clear, Hadrian snatched him up and hauled him on to the back of his broom behind him. The two of them then returned to the ground, where everyone was rushing towards them. Longbottom had turned a shade of green and puked on the floor. Thankfully he did that after that got back onto the ground… Harry would have been mad pissed and maybe tossed him off if he did that in the sky…

"Alright, everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground whilst I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing… if I see a single broom in the air… the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can even say Quidditch. Also… 70 points to Slytherin… for quick reactions and saving a students life!"

Nott, Zabini and Malfoy looked at them with more respect. Malfoy then approached them holding a glass ball of some sort. Slytherins stand together.

"Good flying Black. Someone had to save that fat lump. Wouldn't have wanted flying lesson to be canceled because of the death of a stupid Gryffindor. "Malfoy smirked at them as the boy-who-lived got lead away.

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I had better see you try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team… I believe there is a positions open for chaser… and based on the moves you showed during your rescue…on these ruddy brooms as well... there is a chance you may be selected." said Madam Hooch as they met her at the Hospital wing.

"I'm sorry Madam Hooch… but I thought first-years aren't allowed on the Quidditch team because they can't own a broom?"

"Well, Mr. Black… the rules say that you cannot own a broom… that doesn't stop you from borrowing one… for a few Quidditch Games perhaps? There is also no age restriction for joining the Quidditch team at Hogwarts… so if you happened to be talented enough… and the captain of your team approves… who am I to say you can't play?"