Severus Snape

"Pay attention." Snape coldly hissed at his first-year students, who seemed to bow their heads in fear of making eye contact with the greasy man.

Mylo simply looked onto the textbook, where he could scan the potions to see what he could find that would benefit him.

"Mr Scamander, although your intent to learn is respectable, don't ignore me when I'm in my.... classroom."

Sighing closing the textbook.

"The sleeping potion is one that you shouldn't take lightly." Professor Snape held up his glass bottle, of which a purple potion that shined like the stars was shown.

"Add 4 sprigs of Lavender to the mortar.

Add 2 measures of Standard Ingredient to the mortar.

Crush into a creamy paste using the pestle.

Add 2 blobs of Flobberworm Mucus to your cauldron.

Add 2 measures of Standard Ingredient to your cauldron.

Gently heat for 30 seconds.

Add 3 measures of the crushed mixture to your cauldron.

Wave your wand.

Leave to brew and return in 20.

Add 2 measures of Standard Ingredient to your cauldron.

Heat at a high temperature for 1 minute.

Add 4 Valerian Sprigs to your cauldron.

Stir 7 times, clockwise."

Wave your wand to complete the potion." Snape said to his class, before saying "This Is the only time I will say it! if you are too lazy to listen, grab a textbook-like Mr Scamander here and stop being useless!" Snape then said, "The person who will brew the best beginners sleeping draught will receive 10 housepoints."

Mylo frowned. frankly, he had a good memory, but he had never done potion before. he didn't know his talent.

slowly grabbing his materials from the font of the classroom, Mylo shared a table with Anthony and Luna, who seemed to be thinking of the best way to add the flobberworm mucus.

grabbing a knife and a cauldron, Mylo got to work on the potion.

grabbing a mortar and pestle, Mylo started to place his lavender in the mortar, using the seat to prop himself up as his crutch was on the floor. grinding the lavender up.

a nice smell came from the mortar as the fresh lavender was broken down.

it was a nice smell, albeit short-living.

standard ingredients were materials such as flowers, blood that didn't have any notice. the reason why they weren't a full thing and weren't specifically added was that the standard ingredients were the one's wizards would use to perfect the potion. using a different bunch of materials would make it so the potions would have a different effect.

in short, the wizards change the "general materials" so the potion can be experimented on.

a horrible green coloured mucus that made the lovely smell of lavender break down into a disturbing rotten smell.

slowly adding to the pastel, Mylo smashed and smashed until it was a fine paste.

a sudden yelp was heard as a boy's cauldron exploded, leaving the nasty smelling mucus everywhere.

"Mr Finnis! 5 housepoints taken away from Hufflepuff!" Snape's cloak was covered in the green mucus, causing him to sigh in disgust.

what would happen if he was to fuse the sleep potion into his body and mix it with his blood?

would he be put into an eternal sleep, or would he be able to create the potion freely?

tch. so many questions.

Mylo abided by the rules, slowly crafting the beautiful potion. although it was rudimentary and basic, the sleeping potion was an incredibly useful potion to the point where it had been perfected over several generations.

although the basic one didn't seem as mystic as its elders, it was still beautiful.

Luna finished her potion, it was good and better than a large majority of the class, but it wasn't as good as Mylo's.

"Fucccck." Anthony swore, causing Luna to frown

"Father said it wasn't good to swear. overwise, the dementors will come and take your soul."

"Yeah dude, chill out."

Anthony looked towards his failed abomination and cried. It seemed like he had some problems with stirring it clockwise.

"Mr Scamander has created the perfect basic sleeping potion. 10 housepoints for Ravenclaw."

several looks of admiration and jealousy came to him, causing him to frown.

how annoying.

"Sir... can I keep this potion?"

"Yes." Snape seemed like he didn't care.

"Do you know where I can get some oak wood, sir?"

"Do I look like a charity to you, Mr Scamander?" Snape gave a hiss "Ask Professor Sprout. she had some wood she needed to give away."

"Thank you."

The bell rung as Mylo was deep in thought.

should he use his charge now and go for it, and fuse his blood with this potion?

"Hm." Mylo locked himself in his bedroom as his 1-hour free time was upon him.

slowly going into his suitcase, Mylo grabbed the pestle and mortar he stole from the potions room and slowly sighed

he would make an abomination of a potion to fuse with himself.