Chapter - 25 Pitiful Snape

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William knew that Snape will Target him, but it arrived quicker than he expected.

As Snape concluded his initial address, he swiftly directed his gaze back to William.

"Stark, what will I get if I infuse the Silence Bird's feathers in the lionfish spine potion?" Snape's voice sliced through the air.

"Veritaserum," William replied, his confidence unwavering.

Snape's countenance darkened once more, like someone owed him a thousand galleons.

"And where might one procure a whirling stone if I were to inquire?" Snape's voice held a faint air of challenge.

William wanted to say he will look for Hagrid, but looking at Snape's face, he gave up his wit and said seriously,

"The whirling stone has a detoxification effect and should be taken out of the goat's stomach."

"Stark, what will you get from the Frost caterpillar slime?" Snape's tone sliced through the air.

"When placed in a mana-rich environment, Frost caterpillars secrete an excessive amount of gravity snow." William answered confidently.

Snape offered a brief nod, his evaluation carrying a touch of approval.

Snape's fairness in awarding points based on correct answers was a known trait at Hogwarts. If William had been a Gryffindor, the outcome might have been different.

"One point to Ravenclaw!" Snape announced with a touch of nonchalance.

Just as William was about to smile, Snape added lazily, "When responding to a question, remember to address me as 'Professor.' Stark, I'll deduct two points for your blatant disrespect."

William shrugged and sat down.

Snape's roaring voice echoed once more. "Why haven't you taken notes. Do you all know the answers of the question."

The sudden command set off a frantic flurry of quills and parchment in the classroom.

"You're the most unruly class I've ever instructed." Snape declared amidst the commotion.

"Today's lesson involves brewing a basic remedy for scabies."

"I'm surprised if this potion could get any simpler. If you managed to even mess this up, I might have to suggest to the Dumbledore to re-evaluate the admissions process!"

Everyone paid close attention to the lecture, ensuring they didn't miss any crucial details to avoid getting on snape's radar.

Snape waved his wand, and numerous letters appeared on the blackboard.

"Ah, the 'Magical Drafts and Potions' by Arsenius Jigger," Snape remarked, a touch of sarcasm in his tone.

"Ministry-approved, but truthfully, some pages read as if they're from the last century, which, incidentally, they are."

"Don't be startled if my methods diverge from the book's, just stick to my instructions."

A curious Hufflepuff murmured, "Why even bother getting these books?"

"Mr. Cadwallader," Snape acknowledged with an air of aloofness, "The content in the textbook is correct, I'll give it that. However, the ways describe in it are as old as the founders , as I'm sure you'll notice."

His tone shifted, almost to a whisper, as Snape moved closer to the front of the class.

"I repeat: Potions is a precise science and an art form. For us, a textbook is nothing but a mere guidebook, a hint of what's possible."

"Of course, the rules and principles stay, but the steps for brewing potions are always changing," Snape explained in his measured tone.

"Books are only a start; the real learning happens in class. I'm here to guide you and emphasize the best way to brew," he said, gesturing towards the heavily chalk-marked blackboard.

"Silence! The instructions are on the board, the supplies on your benches. Pair up and begin," Snape commanded, prompting a swift response from the students.

With a cold smirk, Snape added, "Stark, since your answers were satisfactory. How about you Work alone so the class can witness Ravenclaw's do called brilliance."

Marina, upset about not being with William, paired up with Cho instead.

William set up his cauldron, not particularly excited. He'd brewed plenty of potions at home following instructions from his books, with some attempts going well and others not so much.

But brewing a scabies potion shouldn't be too difficult for him.

Thirty minutes later, Snape started pacing around the room in his long black cloak.

Wherever Snape went, it felt like something was about to burst.

He had this intense, almost poisonous presence, like a sneaky snake, and that smirk of his made everyone feel like they'd messed up.

His smirked like he was watching Buffons , making any student near him suddenly feel clumsy and nervous, sending chills down their spine.

Snape moved in the classroom, his steps intentionally loud and venomous words dripping from his mouth. He spared no effort in his ridicule:

"I've always believed everything has its purpose, even garbage. But it seems I was mistaken."

Nearly all the students had faced his criticism, and now Snape loomed near William, waiting for any slip-up.

William calmly added four slugs and two porcupine thorns into the cauldron, stirred it five times in a clockwise direction, and flicked his wand.

There... all done!

Snape looked into the cauldron, where dark blue bubbles bubbled away. His hooked nose took a whiff, detecting the familiar, intoxicating odor of rotten eggs!

The color, scent, timing... all spot on. He couldn't find a single fault.

Snape who was about to say something when Marina, who was just beside william's table, waved her wand exaggeratedly, accidentally poking snape's ass.

Ah, the dragon heartstring encased within the walnut wood, a thirteen and three-quarters inch wand, displaying remarkable resilience and power, a fitting choice indeed.

(Hogwarts secret technique - Thousand years of death)

Snape, who was the recipient of this deadly technique, shivered all over and almost plunged his head into William's cauldron.

In that crucial moment, Snape's quick reflexes saved him. He skillfully managed to avoid falling into the potion.

His long nose was only one centimeter away from the potion.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his fame almost died.

Seething with anger, Snape's temper flared.

"Who was it, who dared to do that."

Amid the solemn atmosphere of the basement classroom, an acidic green smoke erupted abruptly, accompanied by a piercing hiss.

The chaos unfolded when Marina, fumbling with her wand, accidentally incinerated Cho's cauldron, contorting it into a wrecked mess. The potion spilled onto the slate floor, further contributing to the turmoil.

Positioned side by side, William's cauldron and Marina's station were adjacent. Snape stood at the center, with his back facing their cauldron.

A surge of green liquid overflowed, sizzling holes into Snape's shoes. Losing balance, he tumbled forward, directly into William's potion.

In mere moments, the entire class stood atop their stools. As the cauldron tipped over, Professor Snape found himself drenched in the potion.

Snape sported a fiery red rash of swollen scabies covering his back, arms, and legs.

Oddly enough, the potion intended to cure scabies had the complete opposite effect. It was a marvel how the two young girls concocted such a potion!

Speechless, Snape's face remained unaffected. William had indeed brewed the potion successfully, but unfortunately, it hadn't cooled down yet!

Under the high temperature of dozens of degrees, Snape was so red that even his mother won't recognise him.

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