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Chapter 5

Harry went to his classes and was kind of sad that he didn't have any classes with his brother except for Astronomy. And, with that one, neither of them would be up for talking.

Harry's first class was potions with the Hufflepuffs.

"Now, the first rule of potions is that you must be careful and always play it safe. If I catch any of you tossing items in any cauldrons or purposefully endangering another's potion, I will immediately give a hundred point deduction and a month of detention." Snape said strictly.

There really was no reason for this other than the fact that they didn't have the rivalry of the Gryffindors' and Slytherins' and he wouldn't let it start in his class if he could help it.

There would be no petty endangerment between these two houses in his class.

The rule was to make sure that the rest of them were more wary of it and didn't think they could get away with throwing items in the potions of the people they didn't like.

"Now, the first part that we are going to be working on is theoretical. I will not ask how many of you looked in a book as I know that I would not get a truthful answer, but this will test your knowledge." Snape said.

"Smith, what is the reason that you put a base with an acidic substance in a potion usually, even if the ingredient is counterproductive?" Snape asked.

Smith was looking like he was being asked the theory of relativity.

Harry raised his hand after a few seconds and Snape started looking around the room for possible volunteers.

"What is the answer, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked.

"To balance it out and make sure that the potion does not become too volatile to work. Also, it can sometimes prevent a potion from overloading and exploding or cause a rise in the temperature needed to work right." Harry answered.

Snape was slightly shocked; some of that stuff was from second year.

After a bit more prodding and questioning, Snape found that Harry knew material up to the middle of third year.

At the end of the class, this was mostly spent questioning Harry with how far he got, though in the end Snape asked Harry to stay behind.

"What do you want, Professor Snape?" Harry asked bluntly, not disrespectful, just blunt.

Snape almost let out a groan. That response was almost pure Lily whenever she was mad.

"I was here to talk about how far you are along in your schooling." Snape said.

Harry said, "I'm on second year with spells and third with things that didn't require wands."

Snape nodded, he had suspected it was something like that, and now he was backed into a corner.

"Tell me, do you think that Hogwarts can give you the best education with bigots like the Weasleys or even people in your own house?" Snape asked with a smirk.

Harry was about to respond that it could when the words of the girl that he had ran into went through his head.

She had said that Hogwarts was pathetic compared to any other magical school.

"I don't know." He finally responded honestly.

Snape smirked; it was time to cement his role in Voldemort's inner circle.

"Talk to Quirrel later today. I shall allow you to go off to the side and work on your own thing for my classes, but Quirrel is better for teaching you and is better-rounded than I could be." Snape confessed.

Harry just nodded stiffly and waited for his dismissal from the professor.

The professor waved him away and Harry left.

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Harry spent the full class of DADA assessing Quirrel.

From what he saw of the man, there was nothing that special about him, but, when professor Snape gave a recommendation, from what he had learned from his fellow students, there was always a reason for it.

Harry stayed after class that day as he didn't have another period after DADA and waited for all of the students to ask the questions and leave the room.

"W-w-what do you want, Mr. Potter?" Quirrel stuttered out.

(A/N: Just to let you know, that Is the only time that I will do his stutter, the rest of the time, I won't)

"I'm trying to see why Snape sent me to you for extra tutoring in all of my classes." Harry said bluntly.

Harry didn't catch it, but Quirrel had gone for his wand a few seconds into the meeting and then stayed near it under the guise of having a hand dropped down.

"So, he thinks that I help fools?" Quirrel asked with a dark scowl.

Harry was too focused on the fact that he was called a fool to notice the scowl.

Unknown to him, Voldemort had taken over Quirrel by that point in his meeting.

"No, he thinks that I am too far ahead for the rest of the class. He has me doing self-study in potions." Harry replied.

"What about the rest of the teachers?" Quirrel asked.

"I went to them and they just brushed me off. Well, Flitwick said that he wouldn't be accused of playing favorites, but, still." Harry said with a shrug.

"I see," Quirrel said, stroking some invisible mustache of some kind.

He thought it over for a few minutes before he nodded his head in acceptance of the idea.

"Very well, I shall tutor you, but, be ready for a long and difficult road." Quirrel said with a dark smirk.

Harry nodded and walked away.

Not once did he notice that throughout the whole conversation, Quirrel had only stuttered the first time he spoke.

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