Chapter 7: First Flight

"What have we got today?" Harry asked Ron as he poured sugar on his porridge.

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," said Ron. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them -- we'll be able to see if it's true. "

"Wish McGonagall favored us," said Harry. Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but it hadn't stopped her from giving them a huge pile of homework the day before.

Edward said," It's impossible. Snape has a grudge against Gryffindor. Like someone stole his girlfriend."

When they walked into the classroom, Harry and Ron believed the rumor that Snape was a dark wizard again.

　　 The whole classroom is not big, but the atmosphere is a bit dark and terrifying. There are some glass bottles around, and the bottles are filled with blue-green liquid. Some animals can still be immersed in the liquid.

　　 In addition, the classroom is built underground. If it weren't for Hogwarts, Edward would have thought it was the secret laboratory of the dark wizard.

　　 "Get to your seats, we have to be careful in this class!" Ron said.

　　 At this time, Ron had no doubt about George's previous words, and quickly took Edward, Harry, and Hermione to sit down, lest Snape found a reason for the deduction.

　　 However, Edward knew in his heart that Snape would make up an excuse to find fault even if they had a good class.

　　 After the little wizards of the two academies sat down, the gloomy door was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of the door hitting the wall reverberated in the classroom.

Not long after, a thin figure walked in through the gate, his sallow skin covered under the long black cloak, his indifferent eyes swept across the little wizards, and it was only momentary when his eyes touched Harry. Stopped for a while, and the hook-like nose made him look like a giant human-shaped bat...

　　 Snape walked all the way to the front of the stage, waving his wand with his right hand, and the curtains around him were automatically pulled down. Without the sunlight shining into the basement through the windows, the classroom immediately became darker.

　　 When the light became dim, Edward clearly noticed that Snape's tight expression relaxed slightly.

　　 After finishing all this, the potion master looked around the little wizards who were restrained by his aura while taking the starting list.

　　 "I will be a full name next, I hope no one will dare to disappear in my class!"

　　 Snape's low voice began to reverberate in the classroom, and the naughty little wizards were all quiet. At this time, only Draco Malfoy of Slytherin could laugh.

　　 "Neville Longbottom."

　　 "Edward Malfloy"

　　...

　　 "Harry Potter..."

　　 Snape's plain tone fluctuates slightly when he says Harry's name.

　　 "Ha~ By the way, I almost forgot." Snape was expressionless, but there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his words. "There is a new celebrity in our school!"

　　 The little wizards all around looked towards Harry when they heard the words, and Draco and two of his followers even snickered in private.

　　 was inexplicably targeted to make Harry a little uncomfortable, but what he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

　　 Snape turned his head and no longer looked at Harry, but at all humanity.

　　 "You came here, to learn the subtle techniques of pharmacy."

　　 "Since there is no silly wave of wands here, many of you don't believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of pharmaceutical technology."

　　 Snape said there was a pause, then he spoke with a fascinating taste.

"Think about it, when you simmer medicinal materials in a big steam pot, the medicinal water slowly boils, and white smoke curls up...and the liquid flowing in the veins of the human body, the liquid with incomparable subtle power...It can almost make you Be drunk and fascinate all your senses...I can teach you how to canned fame, how to brew glory, and even say...stop death...as long as you don't be as stupid as the bunch of stupid people I taught before. "

　　 Snape spoke a long time after speaking.

　　 "Potter, if the powder of the narcissus bulb is added to the wormwood juice, what will be the consequences?"

　　 Harry looked blank.

　　What is narcissus? What is wormwood?

　　 Harry looked at Ron for help, Ron also looked blank. Hermione held her right hand high, but Snape just pretended not to see it.

　　 Edward was far away, and could only open his mouth, silently vomiting the words of stagnant water and sleeping pills.

　　 Harry was a little eager, but Snape's compelling gaze made him afraid to look at Edward. Naturally, he couldn't guess what Edward was talking about. After a long time, he could only spit out a few words with difficulty.

　　 "I don't know the professor!"

　　 Edward helplessly supported his forehead with his hand, he tried his best.

　　 It is useless even if he tells Harry the answer in advance, unless Harry can memorize all the books about potions, otherwise Snape has a way to target Harry.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

A few people laughed; Harry caught Seamus's eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter. "

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You -- Potter -- why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor. "

This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.

"Don't push it," he muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty. "

Edward calmly ignored all of this. He was partnered with some random Gryffindor. Luckily, he revised all his textbooks as an old habit. Otherwise he would have been in the same situation.

Snape glanced over at Edward's potion. Although it wasn't the best, it was good enough for his level. He was conflicted about what to feel about Edward. On one hand, he was his god-father, but on the other hand, he was a Gryffindor, his life long enemy. He decided to be neutral for now.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, Edward, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.

The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Edward glanced at Draco, who obviously had a complicated on his face. Although Draco was upset, he was also happy that it was his younger brother who drawed out the sword. Unfortunately, Edward didn't keep it.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up. "

Edward glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP" everyone shouted.

Edward's broom jumped into his hand at once along with Harry's broom, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two--"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and --

WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay face down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

"Broken wrist," Edward heard her mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get. "

She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch. ' Come on, dear. "

Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?"

The other Slytherins joined in.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati. "

"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. "

The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.

Malfoy smiled nastily.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about -- up a tree?"

"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble. "

Harry ignored her. Hermione turned to Edward.

"Edward, stop your brother, or they both will get expelled."

"Hermione, some things are not necessarily true. At worst, they would be punished for cleaning the washroom. Its just what the teacher said to keep things calm"

"But what if they get hurt."

"Don't worry, my brother has been riding a broom since he was young and Harry's quidditch talent runs in his veins. His father was the seeker for Gryffindor."

Soon, Professor McGondall came and took Harry away. Edward was too bored to stick around. He went back into his dormitory to sleep.