Harry woke up the next day and travelled to the hall for breakfast.
During breakfast, he meets up with Draco, Ron, Hermione and Neville. "It looks like Potions is first thing in the morning. With the Gryffindors and Slytherins no less."
"Yeah, good luck mate" said Ron.
Soon their breakfast is finished, and they start to make their way down to the bottom of the castle. Deep underground, they congregate around a door to the classroom.
Minutes to the start of class, Professor Snape appeared, and opened the door. "You may come in."
After sitting down, Professor Snape turned to the class and did roll call. "Granger, Hermione" "here".
He went on, pausing at "Potter, Harry" "here". Professor Snape took a shuttering breath, and then went on.
After roll call, Professor Snape introduced the task today. "Today we will be making a simple potion, one that heals minor cuts. But make no mistake, my tutelage of you is to indirectly impair your ability to learn. Look up on the board. I have purposely omitted several key steps. You are all better off without my teachings. I expect to hear nothing else but complaints. I indirectly hurt your learning with confusing instructions and artificially high pressured environments. You may go get the ingredients."
Here a slow booming sound of drums, like on a slave ship, reverberated through the room.
Harry turned to Draco "I'll go get the supplies." And off he went to the back room.
Harry soon found out that the supplies were mislabeled, and he had to meticulously compare the images to the images in the book with their description.
"Two points from Gryffindor for dawdling" Professor Snape intoned to Ron, who is doing the same things that Harry is doing.
Taking their ingredients, they return back to their tables, the drums distracting them.
Professor Snape swooped up and down the halls, further indirectly hurting them with distractions.
Harry and Draco made it past the third step, when Draco muttered "I think that I have found a mistake in his instructions. It just doesn't make any sense. The pixie dust should be dropped after three counter clockwise spins, not one clockwise spin."
Another student raised his hands "Professor Snape, is this a joke? I can barely understand these instructions. This is dangerous."
Here Professor Snape sneered "two points from Slytherin for not asking to speak before doing so."
Ignoring the question, the professor went back to his prowling of the first years.
While Harry and Draco corrected Snape's instructions, another pair of first years missed it, causing a smoking mess.
"Tsk, tsk, that doesn't look like a passable potion, I'm afraid."
While one of the first years started to cry, Harry and Draco refocused on the potions book.
"And as an extra penalty, I have purposely edited those books with a false instruction. Other books besides the required texts may have the clue to it."
The class groaned. They all had only one text book, the one recommended for this class. None had any supporting ones.
No one in the class got full marks that day, but instead partial marks as all their potions were missing one thing or another.
Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, and Neville left the class in a huff. "That was a nightmare, he honestly doesn't seem to know what he is doing."
"I think he is discriminatory too. Did you see how he only took points from the Gryffindors."
"And difficult to understand, my father will hear about this."
"He is just so frustrating. What is the point of attending his classes if all they do are to impair us?"
Hermione then walked off down the hall to Charms.