𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

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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.
He said.

He then looked at Malfoy, who smirked.
Snape: However, to those select few... Who possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the sense. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper... In Death.
He said.

He then looked at Harry, who was scribbling the speech Snape was making on a piece of parchment.

A smirk formed on his lips, as his eyes lit up with pure malevolence.

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!
He said, making some of them flinch, as he stepped towards the twins.

Snape: Oh, the Potters, our new celebrities...
He said.

Some Slytherins started chuckling. The twins looked at him.

He looked at Harry.
Snape: Potter, tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?
He asks, as his eyes lit up even more, seeing the boy in difficulty.

Harry had no clue of what he was talking about, so he just didn't answer.

Snape: You don't know? Well let's try again, where, Potter, would you look it I asked you to find me a Bezoar?
Snape asked again.

Y/N gritted his teeth.
Y/N: Stop it already! Don't you see he doesn't know what you're talking about? Why do you want to humiliate him like this? What has he even done to you?
He angrily thought, as he concentrated on the quill in front of him, trying his best to remain calm.

Harry: I don't know sir.
He finally said. He could see Snape smirk even more, triumphantly.

Snape: And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?
He asked one last time.

Y/N slowly reached for Harry's hand under the desk, holding it, and squeezing it a little to reassure him.

Harry: I don't know, sir.
He said.

Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Potter?
He said in disgust.

Harry looked away in shame. Snape, however, turned around, looking at Y/N, a malevolent smile growing on his lips.

Y/N: That's it. I'll show you who's the boss between you and me, you huge emo bat.
He thought.

Snape: How about you? Do you know the answers to those questions, or you're just as empty headed as your twin? After all, twins are identical.
He said, smiling smugly, as the Slytherins laughed.

Y/N: First of all, if you want me to respect you, then you start respecting me. My twin is not empty headed, and I suggest you to choose your words more carefully. And yes. I do know the answers.
He said fiercely, making everyone inside the room gasp.

No one had ever dared talk to Snape like that. Snape's lips curled.
Snape: I do not tolerate that someone like you talks to me like that!
He hissed.

Y/N smirked.
Y/N: Do you want the answers to see if I'm empty headed or not?
He said, smiling smugly.

Snape glared at him.
Snape: Go on.
He spat venomously.

Y/N smirked.
Y/N: Asphodel and Monkshood make a sleeping Potion so powerful that it's known as the Draught of the Living Death. A Bezoar, is a stone that can heal from many poisons, and it can be found in a goat's stomach. As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they're the same plant that goes by the name of Aconite.
He said.

Harry smiled at him. Ron's mouth was open in shock, just like everyone else's, even Snape's. He looked at him.

Snape: That was right. 5 points to Gryffindor, and you all better write down what Potter just said, because I won't repeat it. He said, gritting his teeth, as Y/N smiled triumphantly.
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