Harry sat in potions next to Malfoy and Goyle, Crabbe was the other side of Malfoy winding up Neville. Snape walked in with a scowl on his face.
'This year in potions class we will be tackling some tough challenges. Not only will we be creating potions such as: Pollyjuice potion, the Wild Wart potion and the, possibly deadly, Revealing potion. Now, open your books to page 126 and copy down the ingredients and instructions for a simple Hair Growth potion.' Snape growled.
'Have you done any potions before?' Harry asked Malfoy.
'Of course I have! I made a Health potion when I was six!' Malfoy bragged.
'What about you Goyle?' Harry asked the large boy on his left.
'Erm…I've never done a successful potion. I tried one once but I burnt off my sleeve!' Goyle said in his deep voice. Harry lent away slightly and began to read from his book.
'Ingredients: Rat tails, Beetle Juice, Lion Maine and…what the? Pig teeth! PIG TEETH! Please tell me we don't drink this!' Harry said disgustedly. 'Instructions: Split pig teeth and extract the core. Next, squeeze the Beetle juice onto the core. Then, strip the rat tail and chop it into centre meters. Boil in a half full cauldron until shrivelled and oozing puss! I think I'm going to be sick!'
'Mr. Dursley! You will not be sick in this classroom. If you were ever to be sick, you will lick it up and spit it into a bucket! Do I make myself clear?' Snape said forcefully. Harry nodded and carried on writing.
After potions class, Malfoy led Harry to Flying Class. Out in the court yard Harry looked at a bunch of first year, Slytherin girls whisper to each other; look at Harry and then giggle. When they next looked in his direction he smiled at one of them and she smiled back.
When they arrived at flying class Madam Hooch told the Slytherins to line up to her left and the Gryffindors to line up on her right. Harry stood opposite Ron Wealsley, the boy he met on the train. He was wearing an old robe with thread-bare hems. He scowled at Harry as if he was saying 'How could you be a Slytherin!' so Harry scowled back saying 'What do you care? At least I have friends!'
'Now then,' Madam Hooch said. 'Put your left hand over your broom and say, in a clear confident voice, UP!' As she said this she demonstrated, bringing the broom up into her outstretched hand. Harry reached out and said, as clearly as he could 'UP'. The broom shot up into his hand. He smiled and looked round; Malfoy was shouting at his broom which was just rocking on the floor, Crabbe had picked his broom up and was shouting 'up' at his broom and then dropped it hoping it would stay up in the air and Goyle was speaking very softly to his broom.
'What are you doing?' Harry asked him.
'Well,' Goyle answered. 'I'm complementing it and being its friend, so when I ask it to, it will fly up into the air!'