In the Potions class, Future Hermione, in her Animagus form, silently observed Harry, waiting for the right moment to give him guidance. As Snape moved around the classroom, his presence adding tension and intensity, Future Hermione seized an opportunity to approach Harry unnoticed.
Future Hermione hopped onto Harry's desk, her small form catching his attention. Her voice, though still in a whisper, conveyed urgency. "Harry, listen carefully. The next step in the potion requires a precise measure of horned slugs. Be sure to add exactly seven of them, no more, no less."
As Harry absorbed this information, Snape, with a sneer on his face, interjected. "I hope you find these whispered conversations more interesting than the lesson, Potter," Snape snarked. "Though, I highly doubt they will save you from failing miserably in this class."
Harry ignored Snape's jibe, his focus on following Future Hermione's instructions to ensure his potion turned out correctly. Future Hermione silently returned to observing from her Animagus form, ever watchful and ready to assist Harry when needed.
