CHAPTER 4
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Malfoy spent most of potions (the next class) complaining about how unfairly he had been treated, and what his father would say when he found out. Snape listened intently. 'So' he thought to himself 'Ms Moss still takes pleasure in public humiliation'
'What I would like to know, Malfoy, is how your voice came to be amplified' Snape said, glaring at Harry, Hermione and Ron. He hadn't seen what had happened, but would bet his last Sickle that Potter would be involved somehow. Just like his father, that boy. Never as innocent as he would have you believe...
'I think it was Potter and Weasley, sir' answered Malfoy.
Snape smiled thinly. Just as suspected...
'Very well' He shot an evil look at Harry and Ron. 'I will speak to you two after class. Now, onto the lesson...'
This term, Snape explained, they would be learning about unreversable potions. That is, potions with no known antidote. They were to start with the sleep potion known as The Draught Of Living Death. As the class copied down the ingredients, Malfoy passed a note to Crabbe and Goyle, who sniggered moronically, looking over at Harry.
Not a moment too soon, it was the end of class.
'Next week' announced Snape 'We shall be making the Draught. I warn you now- no-one is to ingest so much as a drop of the potion unless they want to sleep...forever.'
'Potter, Weasley, come here' Snape called as they were about to leave the classroom. Reluctantly, they turned and walked back. Hermione hovered in the doorway.
'Yes, Miss Granger? Do you want anything?' Snape glared at her. Hermione shook her head and hurried away, down to the Hall for lunch.
'I think you have some explaining to do' Snape stared at Ron, then Harry. 'Did you, or did you not, magically amplify Draco Malfoy's voice to deliberately get him into trouble?
Harry saw no point in lying. Not to Snape; it only caused more trouble in the long run.
'Yes sir, but...'
'I have no interest in your excuses, Potter. Though I would like you to explain to Professor Moss what you did and why you did it. Now.'
He walked to the door and ushered Ron and Harry out.
'And I think I shall take points from Gryffindor for this. Ten, I think. Each.'
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Malfoy spent most of potions (the next class) complaining about how unfairly he had been treated, and what his father would say when he found out. Snape listened intently. 'So' he thought to himself 'Ms Moss still takes pleasure in public humiliation'
'What I would like to know, Malfoy, is how your voice came to be amplified' Snape said, glaring at Harry, Hermione and Ron. He hadn't seen what had happened, but would bet his last Sickle that Potter would be involved somehow. Just like his father, that boy. Never as innocent as he would have you believe...
'I think it was Potter and Weasley, sir' answered Malfoy.
Snape smiled thinly. Just as suspected...
'Very well' He shot an evil look at Harry and Ron. 'I will speak to you two after class. Now, onto the lesson...'
This term, Snape explained, they would be learning about unreversable potions. That is, potions with no known antidote. They were to start with the sleep potion known as The Draught Of Living Death. As the class copied down the ingredients, Malfoy passed a note to Crabbe and Goyle, who sniggered moronically, looking over at Harry.
Not a moment too soon, it was the end of class.
'Next week' announced Snape 'We shall be making the Draught. I warn you now- no-one is to ingest so much as a drop of the potion unless they want to sleep...forever.'
'Potter, Weasley, come here' Snape called as they were about to leave the classroom. Reluctantly, they turned and walked back. Hermione hovered in the doorway.
'Yes, Miss Granger? Do you want anything?' Snape glared at her. Hermione shook her head and hurried away, down to the Hall for lunch.
'I think you have some explaining to do' Snape stared at Ron, then Harry. 'Did you, or did you not, magically amplify Draco Malfoy's voice to deliberately get him into trouble?
Harry saw no point in lying. Not to Snape; it only caused more trouble in the long run.
'Yes sir, but...'
'I have no interest in your excuses, Potter. Though I would like you to explain to Professor Moss what you did and why you did it. Now.'
He walked to the door and ushered Ron and Harry out.
'And I think I shall take points from Gryffindor for this. Ten, I think. Each.'
