nk of
dark tunnels.
”you are here to learle sd exact art of
potionmaking,” he began. he spoke ihan a whisper,
but they caught every word -- like prall, snape had
y caught every word -- like prall, she
gift of keeping a class silent without effort. ”as there is little
foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is
magit expect you will really uhe beauty of the
softly simmering with its shimmerihe delicate
power of liquids that an veig the
mind, ensnaring the senses.... i teach you how to bottle fame,
brew glory, eveh -- if you arent as big a bunch of
dunderheads as i usually have to teach.”
more silence followed this little speech. harry and ron exged
looks with raised eyebrranger was on the edge of
her seat and looked desperate t that she wasnt
a dunderhead.
”potter!” said snape suddenly. ”what would i get if i added
powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”
powdered root of what to an infusion of what? harry gla
ron, who looked as stumped as he was; hermiones hand had shot into
the air.
”i dont know, sit,” said harry.
snapes lips to a sneer.
”tut, tut -- fame clearly ishing.”
he ignored hermiones hand.
”lets try again. potter, where would you look if i told you
to find me a bezoar?”
hermioched her hand as high into the air as it would go
with her seat, but harry didnt have the fai
idea what a bezoar was. he tried not to look at malfoy, crabbe,
and goyle, wh with laughter.
”i dont know, sit.” ”thought you wouldnt open a book before
ier?” harry forced himself to keep lht
into those cold eyes. he had lh his books at the
dursleys, but did so remember everything in one