Chapter - 24 Shameless Snape

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Cedric pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, covered in lots of writing.

"Here's my copy of the Hogwarts map," he said.

The paper had notes from what Cedric learned and watched over his first year.

It's good for remembering most of the stairs, especially helpful for the first years but not as much for the 3rd year or over ones who know the castle well.

Because they're not wandering around or feeling lost everyday.

William accepted the parchment and examined it closely. "Thanks. I got lost this morning, but luckily I bumped into Mrs. Norris."

"Who did you run into?" Cedric's face showed a puzzled expression.

William quickly recounted the encounter.

"Merlin's Beard," Cedric exclaimed. "Your Boba isn't Mrs. Norris's long-lost offspring, is he?"

William glanced at Boba, munching on dried fish, and grinned. "It would be possible if Hogwarts was near my home.

and If Mrs. Norris had kittens, do you think Filch would just cast them away."

' I'm pretty sure if Norris ever had kids it would of Flich.'

"Absolutely not!" Cedric asserted.

Despite Filch's strict nature, he holds a special fondness for Mrs. Norris.

Cedric's expression shifted to a smile. "If the Weasley twins knew about this, they'd be green with envy."

Let me fill you in—last year, they got caught multiple times by Mrs. Norris during their late-night strolls, and they even attempted to give her some rat and fish flavoured treats to the cat several times."

"I'm pretty sure Mrs. Norris wouldn't eat anything from strangers," William recalled his morning experience.

Cedric nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Mrs. Norris only eats what Filch's gives her and that's shit is definitely expensive."

Suddenly, Cedric stood up and marched off in a particular direction.

Cho, wearing a sky blue wizard robe, was leisurely entering the dining hall.

Cedric produced another parchment scroll, seemingly more detailed than the one William held, with a black feather quill attached at the back, adorned with a sketch of staircase architecture.

His face was flushed, his movements were vulgar, his smile was dirty, his eyes were fidgety (from William's perspective)

Cedric was definitely a simp, no doubt about it.

William pondered over the map in his hand.

And an idea struck him.

If even someone like himself could get lost, what about everyone else.

Why not create a Hogwarts map detailing all the shifting pathways, that provides the fastest route to any destination!

It'd be like the Hogwarts version of the Google maps.

As they settled back down, William shared his idea with Cedric.

Cedric redirected his focus from Cho. After contemplating for a moment, he replied, "That's quite a challenge. It demands decent Transfiguration skills and assistance from various fields."

William agreed, saying, "Certainly beyond just us two. We'll need to find other people for help. By the way, what about George and Fred?"

Cedric smiled wickedly: "Last night they were dragged in by Professor McGonagall, reprimanded for a long time, and then received other punishments. I guess they haven't gotten up yet."

"Shall I tell them about the map, or do you want to?" William inquired.

"I'll handle it. The first lesson is herbology. We, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, attend it together," Cedric replied.

Cho sat nearby, quietly enjoying her breakfast, not interfering in their conversation.

As a first-year wizard, she knows exactly nothing about magic except that it exists and isn't of much help with this sort of thing.

But she will learn about it quickly. Afterall she is a Ravenclaw.

After finishing their breakfast, the trio strolled together towards the classroom.

At the corridor, William and Cho moved together, parting ways from Cedric.

Before departing, Cedric shot William a cautious glance.

The terms "greasy," "old bat," were all off-limits when it came to Snape, yet the hat had brazenly uttered two of them last night on his name.

Snape was sure to whoop his ass today Batman style.

If that were the only issue, it would have been manageable. But then Snape ended up "faced" by the milk. Just adding petrol to his anger.

As the first student attending his class today, William was likely to endure the full wrath of the Snape's anger.

The potions classroom, situated in the basement, was notably chillier compared to the main castle structure.

Glass containers lined the walls, each housing different magical animal specimens preserved in formalin. Looking more like a mad scientist's labl than anything else.

Boba trailed behind William, staggering toward the door, when he caught sight of a levitating Persian cat corpse.

Letting out a startled "meow," Boba flipped around and bolted with his tail between his legs.

The cat huddled in the corridor, refusing to budge. William had no choice but to let Boba remain there and proceeded into the classroom with Cho.

Shortly after, Snape, donned in a black cloak, swiftly entered the room, seemingly causing a slight dip in the room's temperature.

He narrowed his eyes, scanning the room, before retrieving the attendance list and initiating the roll call.

As Snape reached William's name, he drew out a long, ominous tone and fixed him with a glare that seemed to threaten like he would submerged him in formalin right now.

The wooden door abruptly swung open, revealing William's roommate Bradley and the others arriving late.

Marcos Bradley stammered, "Sorry, Professor, we got lost..."

Snape interjected coldly, "One would presume anyone with an IQ higher than a troll wouldn't find themselves lost.

It appears I've overestimated the intellectual caliber of Ravenclaw's students.

Perhaps I should advise the Dumbledore to adjust the admission criteria accordingly."

Silence filled the room,only the crackling of torches illuminating the space.

The four of them, including Bradley, remained frozen in place, unsure of their next move.

Snape's voice thundered in anger, "Hurry up and find a seat! Don't stand there like imbeciles, your idiocy is lowering the IQ of the entire room."

Amidst the commotion, Snape fixed his gaze on William, "Stark, why didn't you guide your classmates in the mornings.

Their tardiness reflects on your abilities, doesn't it.

As a consequence of your actions, Ravenclaw loses one point!"

William and Cho exchanged glances, both at a loss of words, at this blatant shamelessness.

Snape huffed satisfactorily and casted his gaze upon the class, his eyes devoid of warmth.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.

As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making.

However, for those select few who possess the predisposition,

I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses.

I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper on death, if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

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Give me your stones or else Snape will take away all your House points. 😂