The Girl Raised By a Qilin Book 1: EDITED

Potions and Parcels

It is morning at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron are running in the corridors because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting at a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class. 

Ron: "Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" 

The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed. 

Ron: "That was bloody brilliant." 

McGonagall: "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time." 

Harry: "We got lost." 

McGonagall: "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

~Later on~

Inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in. 

Snape: "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... [looks at Draco, who smiles] 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... [Draco looks on] in death." 

Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention. 

Snape: "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention." 

Snape glances at Y/n noting that she was reading. Hermione nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly. 

Snape: "Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? [Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.] You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" 

Hermione's hand raises again. 

Harry: "I don't know, sir." 

Snape: "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" 

Harry: "I don't know, sir." 

Snape: "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... [Draco has a smirk on his face] is it, Mr. Potter?" 

Harry: "Clearly, Hermione knows. Since it's a pity not to ask her." 

Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs. 

Snape: "Silence." 

He turns to Harry, looking a bit insulted; Harry seemingly gulps. Snape then walks over to his desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up. 

Snape: "And put your hand down, you silly girl. Ms. Potter?" 

He walks towards Y/n. 

Y/n: "Um...asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion 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, which I believe is the main ingredient for the Wolfsbane Potion." 

Snape: "What is it for?" 

Y/n: "Allowed werewolves to keep their minds post-transformation." 

Snape: "Side-effects?"