I sighed as I headed off to Potions. I kind of know it all already, I mean I kind of grew up on it! After Potions, we had our first flying lessons with the Slytherins. Hurrah for that. Broom flying lessons didn't exactly do me a lot of good… (*Ahem* Wings here!) Maybe I could be on the Quidditch team… Anyway, back to Potions. I almost got there too late, and the only seat left open was by Draco Malfoy. I would not hear the end of this from the Gryffindors. And to believe this feud started over a hundred years ago! Sheesh! I put my stuff down and sat. he looked at me but didn't say anything. Professor Snape walked in and everyone fell silent. (I have to call him professor now…) He took role and did his speech.
"Potter!" Professor Snape said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" OOOhhhhhh! That's sooo easy! You get a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of living death.
"I don't know, sir." Harry said. They said he was raised by Muggles, so that maybe it…
"Tut, tut—Fame clearly isn't everything." He said. I felt sorry for Harry.
"Let's Try again. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" He asked. That's easy too. You can find it in a stomach of a goat. Both mine and Hermione's hand shot up, at both questions. Ooookkkk… talk about awkward moment…
"I don't know, sir" Harry said again.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming?" Snape said with a sneer. He must really hate Harry. He hates Gryffindors in general, but sheesh!
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"He asked. There is none. Another name for it is aconite. Both mine and Hermione's hand were as high as they could, and Hermione was actually standing up!
"I don't know, sir." Harry said. "I think Hisseyt and Hermione do though, why don't you try them?" That was risky. Snape glanced at me when he heard my name.
"A point will be taken from Gryffindor for your cheek, Potter." Snape said. "Hisseyt! What is the difference of monkshood and wolfsbane?" About time!
"There is no difference, and another name for it is aconite." I said.
"Very good. Where would you look to find a bezoar?"
"You would find it in the stomach of a goat. It can cure most poisons."
"What would you get if you mixed powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"You would get a sleeping potion so powerful that it is known as the Draught of Living Death." I said.
"Very good. Now…." He said. The rest of the class was ok. Neville was sent to the Hospital Wing, and Harry lost another point for our house. Finally the class was over! Off to flying lessons!