The Domino Effect (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

CHAPTER 26: Meeting the Potions Master

The potions classroom is the largest room in the dungeons in Hogwarts although it is hard to tell if it is the largest room as many of the dungeons are not truly explored. Many of the corridors have already been abandoned and there are many floors to it but most of them always led to a dead end. The potions classroom is lined with pickled animals in glass jars. In the corner of the room are a basin with ice-cold water pouring from the gargoyle's mouth and another door that leads to the supply cupboard that is accessible by the students if needed. There is a blackboard with the class instructions on it, and the room is particularly cold that even Harry has wished he brought his scarf with him.

The first-year Slytherin and Gryffindor students took up seats on each side. Professor Snape took a roll call on each student but he paused when at Godric Potter's name. "Ah yes, Godric Potter. Our new – celebrity." Godric's face blushed and he looked down at the desk.

Harry could hear Draco Malfoy and Burke sniggering. Thankfully, Professor Snape didn't have to pause with Harry's name. Harry is still looking quite different than his father. He is wearing glasses today because someone messed with his contacts. He has suspicion that either someone didn't like it when they saw him put it on (which both Zabini and Malfoy admonished him for it because they think putting something on his eye was just creepy) or someone pranked him which he did expect. But his glasses are not round, are silver, and his hair remains properly set. He made sure not to look like his father, unlike his brother with the completely messy hairdo and the round black glasses. After knowing that his father called their potions professor a git, he has this inkling feeling that the man despises their father so he'd rather not look like him as much as possible.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect many of you will understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its simmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses, and even stopping death. I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and only if you aren't such a big dunderhead as most of the students in this school."

The silence was met by this speech. Harry is still in awe of him. Seriously, who can't be enthralled with such a speech? The diversity and the possibilities of potions are endless as long as you know how to properly brew them and of course, to properly use them.

"Potter!" Professor Snape suddenly snapped. Both Potters almost jumped from their seats.

"Godric Potter!" Professor Snape corrected himself.

This is getting old. Harry thought. As it is common for teachers to call upon the student's surname as a formality. It didn't matter between Iris and him because Iris is always "Ms. Potter" while he is "Mr. Potter" Now there are two Mr. Potters and whenever a teacher shouts their name, he can't tell whether it's him or Godric.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Ms. Granger's hand shot up in the air surprising both houses.

"I don't know," Godric said.

"Tut, tut – fame isn't everything." Professor Snape ignored Ms. Granger's hands.

"Let's try again. Where would you look to find a bezoar?"

"I don't know," Godric answered now grinding his teeth.

"I don't know, sir."

"I don't know, sir," Godric said, his teeth grinding in anger. Harry could feel Godric's temper rising. He just hopes he doesn't get the better of it.