After breakfast, Harry, Ron, and the other boys had classes to go to.
Clark had spoken to Dumbledore, and as result of the conversation, was now
following Harry to potions class.
"You won't like Snape, I can guarantee that!" said Ron. "He's the worst teacher! Though Trelawney the divination teacher, she's a little weird. But you shouldn't have too bad of a time since you're not really a student. You'll probably get the evil eye though, Snape only likes students that are in Slytherin."
Clark just nodded and half-smiled, having no idea who or what Slytherin or divination was. They walked through all sorts of corridors, until it became apparent that they were in the dungeon. Harry and Ron stopped in front of a large wooden door that was open. Clark walked into the musty room lit by torches on the walls.
Looking around him, Clark saw the long wooden tables set in rows, where seven or eight students were seated on each. On the tables, one for every two students, was a cauldron. Clark was immediately reminded of old halloween movies he'd seen as a child. The gren faced wicked old witches were always mixing some sort of potion in their big cauldrons.
He followed Harry and Ron over to a table near the back where Hermione was already seated.
"Hi, guys," she said as they approached.
"Hey, Hermione," greeted Ron.
Harry and Ron sat on one side of Hermione, and Clark took the chair on the opposite side.
Hermione examined Clark, and, scanning his attire, she asked, "Is that flannel you're wearing? What about your robes?"
Clark squirmed uncomfortably. "Well I didn't really, um... I wasn't exactly planning on coming here..."
"You weren't? But what about going to Diagon Alley or the Leaky Cauldron for a drink? That's where all the witches and wizards go when they visit London," she explained.
Clark stuttered, "W-well, I just, I wasn't really.... I-I was there before, and I didn't really..."
Before Hermione had a chance to press the issue further, a tall man wearing a billowing black robing strode into the room and the class fell silent. He had greasy black hair and a long pointed nose. He stopped at the front of the room and surveyed the students, stopping at Harry to frown even more.
He stopped again on Clark and said, "You must be the Clark Kent Dumbledore spoke of."
Clark nodded, seeing that the man was trying to be intimidating, and doing a good job of it. Clark, however, was not bothered. He held a steady gaze matching Snape's and said, "That's me."
Snape looked away and began class. Clark saw how he put down Harry for every word that came out of his mouth. Clark didn't understand why Snape despised the boy so much. Snape gave Harry the most difficult questions and scolded him for not knowing the answer. Clark eventually had enough and quietly reached down into Harry's bookbag and pulled out the potions textbook, staring through the cover, he combined his X-ray vision and superspeed to read through the entire contents of the book in mere seconds, committing every word to memory. The next time that Snape chose Harry to answer a particularly tough question, Clark spoke up.
"Why don't you stop giving him the hardest questions?"
"Mr. Kent! Do not talk back to me. Perhaps you would like to tell me what you need the most of for an animal transformation potion?"
"You'd need Wolfsbane, but in addition to that, you would need an equal amount of Hirasmine, which, in turn, binds itself with the Wolfsbane, creating the solution that makes up more than half of the potion."
Snape glared at Clark before moving along with the lesson.
When the class was nearly over and the potions were finished, the students were told to place a vial of their mixtures on his desk for grading. Each of the students followed the instructions and returned to their places to gather their things.
"Class is dismissed, I will see you all tomorrow. Mr. Kent, I'd like a word with you," Snape growled.
Clark tolld Harry and Ron to wait for him outside and he would be right out. striding up to Snape at the front of the room, he said, "Yes?"
"Mr. Kent, I am aware that you are not a student at this school, therefore you are not under my jurisdiction. However, I highly suggest that you watch your attitude towards the staff members here."
Clark scoffed, "Then let me suggest to you, Professor Snape, to watch your own attitude towards the students!"
Snape looked ready to tackle Clark. He nearly shouted, "Mr. Kent, I am sure that it would cause a great deal of embarassment on your part if I was to report your behavior to the headmaster."
Clark was growing angry. "I have good reason to be upset with you, the way you treat Harry!"
"What goes on between Mr. Potter and myself is absolutely none of your concern!!"
Clark could not believe what he was hearing, He didn't understand why this man could be so cruel to Harry. He glared at Snape, just barely keeping his heat vision from erupting. Unbeknownst to himself, as Clark glared at Snape his eyes glew a fiery red with his anger. Snape's eyes showed surprise as Clark turned and whisked out of the classroom to join his friends. Snape stared after the boy, wondering just what he really was.
"You won't like Snape, I can guarantee that!" said Ron. "He's the worst teacher! Though Trelawney the divination teacher, she's a little weird. But you shouldn't have too bad of a time since you're not really a student. You'll probably get the evil eye though, Snape only likes students that are in Slytherin."
Clark just nodded and half-smiled, having no idea who or what Slytherin or divination was. They walked through all sorts of corridors, until it became apparent that they were in the dungeon. Harry and Ron stopped in front of a large wooden door that was open. Clark walked into the musty room lit by torches on the walls.
Looking around him, Clark saw the long wooden tables set in rows, where seven or eight students were seated on each. On the tables, one for every two students, was a cauldron. Clark was immediately reminded of old halloween movies he'd seen as a child. The gren faced wicked old witches were always mixing some sort of potion in their big cauldrons.
He followed Harry and Ron over to a table near the back where Hermione was already seated.
"Hi, guys," she said as they approached.
"Hey, Hermione," greeted Ron.
Harry and Ron sat on one side of Hermione, and Clark took the chair on the opposite side.
Hermione examined Clark, and, scanning his attire, she asked, "Is that flannel you're wearing? What about your robes?"
Clark squirmed uncomfortably. "Well I didn't really, um... I wasn't exactly planning on coming here..."
"You weren't? But what about going to Diagon Alley or the Leaky Cauldron for a drink? That's where all the witches and wizards go when they visit London," she explained.
Clark stuttered, "W-well, I just, I wasn't really.... I-I was there before, and I didn't really..."
Before Hermione had a chance to press the issue further, a tall man wearing a billowing black robing strode into the room and the class fell silent. He had greasy black hair and a long pointed nose. He stopped at the front of the room and surveyed the students, stopping at Harry to frown even more.
He stopped again on Clark and said, "You must be the Clark Kent Dumbledore spoke of."
Clark nodded, seeing that the man was trying to be intimidating, and doing a good job of it. Clark, however, was not bothered. He held a steady gaze matching Snape's and said, "That's me."
Snape looked away and began class. Clark saw how he put down Harry for every word that came out of his mouth. Clark didn't understand why Snape despised the boy so much. Snape gave Harry the most difficult questions and scolded him for not knowing the answer. Clark eventually had enough and quietly reached down into Harry's bookbag and pulled out the potions textbook, staring through the cover, he combined his X-ray vision and superspeed to read through the entire contents of the book in mere seconds, committing every word to memory. The next time that Snape chose Harry to answer a particularly tough question, Clark spoke up.
"Why don't you stop giving him the hardest questions?"
"Mr. Kent! Do not talk back to me. Perhaps you would like to tell me what you need the most of for an animal transformation potion?"
"You'd need Wolfsbane, but in addition to that, you would need an equal amount of Hirasmine, which, in turn, binds itself with the Wolfsbane, creating the solution that makes up more than half of the potion."
Snape glared at Clark before moving along with the lesson.
When the class was nearly over and the potions were finished, the students were told to place a vial of their mixtures on his desk for grading. Each of the students followed the instructions and returned to their places to gather their things.
"Class is dismissed, I will see you all tomorrow. Mr. Kent, I'd like a word with you," Snape growled.
Clark tolld Harry and Ron to wait for him outside and he would be right out. striding up to Snape at the front of the room, he said, "Yes?"
"Mr. Kent, I am aware that you are not a student at this school, therefore you are not under my jurisdiction. However, I highly suggest that you watch your attitude towards the staff members here."
Clark scoffed, "Then let me suggest to you, Professor Snape, to watch your own attitude towards the students!"
Snape looked ready to tackle Clark. He nearly shouted, "Mr. Kent, I am sure that it would cause a great deal of embarassment on your part if I was to report your behavior to the headmaster."
Clark was growing angry. "I have good reason to be upset with you, the way you treat Harry!"
"What goes on between Mr. Potter and myself is absolutely none of your concern!!"
Clark could not believe what he was hearing, He didn't understand why this man could be so cruel to Harry. He glared at Snape, just barely keeping his heat vision from erupting. Unbeknownst to himself, as Clark glared at Snape his eyes glew a fiery red with his anger. Snape's eyes showed surprise as Clark turned and whisked out of the classroom to join his friends. Snape stared after the boy, wondering just what he really was.