potion class

Another has come, today is potion class. I do wonder what would snape be like. My impression of him from my previous life was, he is one of the misunderstood lunatic people.

Maybe because it was his childhood, being bullied by the marauders, or being heartbroken by Lily. He does have a kind heart but in a twisted way. Well, we will see.

As the class was about to start, the Slytherins are well behaved in their seats. They do fear their househead. I was sitting beside Laura. She looks nervous, well all of the Ravenclaws are. Snape has a very cunning reputation except for his own house.

Snape enters in time in the room hurriedly as he took the centre front of the room.

"Put all your wands aside, you'll not be needing that in my class." he started to talk and pause for a brief moment.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitching the minds, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Wow, what a great intro. All memorized, nice execution, dramatic scene and perfect background. I'll give it a 9 out of ten. I think to myself.

"But from what I heard maybe some of you have the potential. Ophias tell me what would I get if I added a powder root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? Where do you find me a bezoar? And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" snape fires a rapid set of questions.

'What the fuck it's the same fucking questions. No originality. Tsk I will give that a 6' only because as a first-year you will be shocked to hear those questions.

"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." After I answer the question.

[Sorry professor. I'm supposed to be Slytherin but I choose wisdom over glory] I spoke in parseltongue.

The whole class was silent. Professor Snape's eyes bulge as if like a telescope zooming in the see more closely I felt a little tingle in my mindspace's barrier.

I shook my head a little to break direct eye contact with Snape.

"sorry professor I was speaking in parseltongue out of habit. What I did say previously is. I'm supposed to be Slytherin but I choose wisdom over glory."

The professor did stop his legilimence probe. But did not stop looking at me. "Finally a worthy to be called a Ravenclaw. 2 points for Ravenclaw." He said.

The whole class gasped. Professor Snape's reputation is that he has never given points to other houses other than Slytherin. They must have thought 'what the hell is going on? First A parseltmouth, now point.? The sun must have risen in the west today.' As it was shown in their face.

Wow, I do think he acknowledged greatness when he sees one.

"And why aren't you all writing it down? Stop your mumbling and start learning." snape said once again.

We tackle the recipe for a cure for boils potion. A very basic potion, you won't get to fail to make it as long as you follow the instructions carefully.

As the second part of the class, brewing the potion is a must. Some dim-witted Slytherin did make the wrong step and made their cauldron emit smoke some made a black sludge, others who overheated their cauldron even erupt like a volcano spewing all the content inside.

Amazing how dumb these people are. In the book the instructions are very clear but why do they mess up? Is the wizarding world really that dumb? I mean you'll just have to read and follow instructions what the hell is hard about that. Do they know how to read? They are fucking 11 years old.

I did finish my potion and it's book perfect. Snape move towards my table and inspect my work.

" I guess you have a previous potion-making background here Ophias. But not quite the innovator."

"Well, professor I do stay what it is said in the book. This is a classroom and not an experiment laboratory. But if I were to make this on my own, I would have added eucalyptus and mint leaves to add a soothing smell and effect when applied to the affected area." I said without holding back trying to probe Snape more on his limits.

He just snap his head away from my direction and move to another table where Cho and Marietta are currently at.

"An almost job done Ms Chang but you forget to turn off the heat after the final ingredient is put in, losing some effectiveness to the potion itself. And the same goes for you too. looks like copying each other's work will do more damage than benefit." Snape criticized the two.

A Slytherin student did make a good job brewing the potion. Of course, Snape gave her points.

What a biased son of a gun. I did get points and that will be a school record.

The first Non-Slytherin student who received points from Snape. That was the title which I will be known from now till the future.

The one thing that I noticed is potion makers don't use a big thermometer to monitor heat. It is freak 1990 now why would they not know that. Or maybe it's just the European wizarding world that does that.

I wonder how the beauxbaton do their potions.

The class was about to end while we are still cleaning up our tables.

"Mr Ophias, please do stay for a minute after class. There are some things I would like to discuss." Snape said.

The others looked at me with a 'You are fucking dead' look even the three girls.

It did not bother me at all. It will be in my favor in probing Snape more.

After all the students walked out of the room hurriedly, I stayed and wait for Snape to speak.

"why do you know how to speak parseltongue? And would you kindly explain by what do you mean you were supposed to be Slytherin but choose Ravenclaw?" Snape asked with a commanding curious tone.

"Ah about that professor, all I can share with you is that I am related somewhat to Salazar Slytherin. That is all. But I do choose to be in Ravenclaw to have a private room. The hat said that they share rooms in the dungeons."

"You are related with Salazar Slytherin? Care to elaborate more on that one?"

"Professor, we do have personal secrets that don't hurt others... Much. Like the thing in your left arm. That originally came from Salazar. If there is nothing else, I would be going to have my lunch professor." I said as I walked out 9f the room.