The bell rang and it was time for class. Harry, Frognal and Hermanonie walked up some stairs, down some stairs and up some more. They walked into a classroom. It had stools, tables, potion bottles, a black board, and a scarecrow. Everything.
"Greetings peasants," the scarecrow said.
Harry was spooked by this but he tries not to let it show. Frognal was releasing a stronger than normal odour so maybe he felt fear too. Hermanonie was unphased.
The scarecrow was actually...a man! He had black hair and a pointy nose. He started to speak again in a nasal tone.
"I am your potions master. My name is Snip. Professor Snip. I have lots of experience with magic, potions, and punishing bad students." Snip said.
"Get out your potion books and turn to page 376." He said loudly to everybody.
This was a problem for Harry. He didn't have a book. He didn't have anything. He was given new clothes but not shoes. He felt scared. Snip might punish him for not knowing in advance things he could not have known.
"Potter" he said
"Snip" Harry responded timidly.
"Where's your book?"
"I don't have a book."
"I can see that, that's why I asked."
"I don't have a book"
" You'll have to share Hermanonie's. Frognal can't even read so I doubt he's brought the right book this time."
Harry shuffled over to sit closer to Hermanonie to share her book. Harry did not want to admit that he also could not read. He pretended to know what was going on and hoped it would work for the next few years.