Waking up in the morning, Harry lay in bed for another five minutes, thinking about plans for today. There was a lot to do. It is necessary to find a place where you can practice fencing without being afraid of other people's eyes, you need to continue self-education (tired of exposing yourself to the ignoramus), you need... Yes, a lot of things are needed!

And that pink toad! Even in spite of his terrible state yesterday, he remembered this pink ugliness sitting at the teacher's desk. Ministry... Well, well... Harry remembered her gaze in his direction - tenacious and hating...

Also potions of the first pair... Potions...

Harry was startled by the thought that came to mind. And why hadn't he thought of it before! If his mood jumps and he can't cope with himself, then you need something that will help! And what can help? A soothing potion! And why hadn't he thought of that before?

But really, why?

But don't think, but you have to get up. There was silence in the bedroom, even Ron wasn't snoring for once, praise Merlin for small mercies! Harry put himself in order, combed his hair and, gathering his hair into a ponytail, looked thoughtfully at himself in the mirror. Yes, it definitely looks better this way. And why hadn't he thought of that before?

Leaving the bedroom and heading into the great hall, Harry continued to ponder. But really... Why?

After all, you can put your hair in a ponytail if they stick out to the sides. You can drink a sedative if your nerves are not in order. And you can read books if you don't understand the lesson, and not come up with excuses for your own laziness. And you can contact the police if you are regularly bullied! Why didn't he do it before? As if something interfered with rational thinking.

Harry liked the situation less and less every moment.

While having breakfast, Harry watched the hall gradually fill up. Here, with a haughty face, Malfoy walked with Crabbe and Goyle behind him, here came Neville...

Harry greeted him and suddenly turned his attention to the Slytherin table. Before starting to eat, all the students (even first graders) made some passes over the plate.

'Neville, what are they doing?'

Neville turned around and looked at the Slytherins.

'Check food for foreign impurities: poisons, potions, and so on. And then you never know what they can throw or pour into a plate.'

"I wonder what kind of spell it is?"

' If you want, I can teach you' Neville, confused, looked at Harry.

' I would be very grateful.'

'Good morning, Harry, Neville!'

Harry smiled and looked at Hermione:

'Good morning, Hermione.'

' Hello everyone! A loud yell made them wince in sync. Ron plopped down on the bench next to him and began shoveling all the food within reach into a plate.'

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed Neville's reaction to Ron's behavior at the table. He turned away disgustedly, and tried to move a little away from the slurping neighbor. Cautiously looking around, he noticed with what contempt and disgust the surrounding people look at the redhead. Unable to stand it, Harry pushed his plate away and turned to Hermione and Neville:

"Are you coming?"

Heading to the dungeons, Harry listened attentively to Nev explaining the spell for detecting foreign impurities in food. Students were gathering under the classroom door. Gryffindors stood with forced grimaces on their faces and frantically tried to remember at least something; Slytherins gloated at them.

The potions lesson was in full swing. Snape was strolling around the classroom, rewarding students with sarcastic comments, Neville was shaking over his cauldron, Ron's cauldron smelled suspiciously of burning.

Harry tried his best to be calm and focused. He kept glancing at the textbook, checking the recipe. Finally, the last ingredient was added, and he began to stir the potion clockwise, watching it change color from gray to transparent blue.

'Well, well! What do we have here? Mr. Potter! How many times do I need to stir the potion?'

'Seventeen, sir!'

' Well, wow! Did you still remember something from the textbook?'

' Yes, sir!'

Harry looked at Snape, whose face expressed universal contempt for all students in general and personally for Harry James Potter in particular, and struggled to keep a calm expression on his face. An unexpected explosion caused the potion maker to turn to the side. As expected, Neville's cauldron tried to fly to the moon, but could not overcome the force of gravity.

' Mr. Longbottom! ' Snape's hissing could be the envy of all the surrounding snakes, - YOU and potions are not compatible! Get out of the classroom and 'Troll' for the lesson! The rest ' hand over the work!'

Having handed over the flasks with the potion, the students rushed out of the classroom in a friendly crowd, trying to get out of it as quickly as possible. They didn't know what was waiting for them on DADA yet.