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Chapter 4 - The Power of Potions

Potions

One might think they are useless things that can't be used for anything other than medical reasons. That is something someone with an empty mind would say. Nothing is truly useless, it's how you think about the concept and how you would apply it. For it to be useless would mean it would serve no purpose in being taught or learned hence the reason why potions class is a must and if you still believe otherwise, go to a hospital, fast.

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Inside the potions class is a dark and dimly lit room with several cauldrons at different stations. Within the room are the current students chattering and sitting near steaming cauldrons while waiting for their professor.

"I am not prepared for this class," Harry said nervously,

"After what I've heard about this class, I'm not ready either," Ron said

"What I'm not ready for is what Y/n's got as a punishment," Hermione said worriedly. "What if he really lost the points I had gained!" she exclaimed until Professor Snape abruptly entered the classroom.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," he said sternly. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making."

He glanced at a blonde boy. "However, for those select few 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 in death." His eyes darted toward Harry.

"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 continues as Hermione nudges Harry while trying to make him focus as Professor Snape approaches him.

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

"I don't know, sir," Harry replied.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape continued.

"I don't know, sir," Harry replied once again.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything," Snape said, causing some students, especially Draco, to smirk. "Is it, Mr. Potter?" he finished before being interrupted.

Just then, the door flung open, a bit too fast for anyone's liking. Behind the doors stood the already infamous Y/n, his leg stretched out, indicating he had kicked the door open.

"Man, I have a knack for interrupting people," Y/n said loudly. "They gotta stop doing irrelevant stuff like teaching before I make an entrance."

"Hiya, teach and everyone else I don't even know yet," Y/n said with a grin, slowly lowering his leg.

Snape frowned. "If it isn't the unruly boy who flew into the Great Hall," he said sharply. "I don't suppose even you could answer these questions, much less know how to walk through a door properly."

"Are you an idiot? I just walked through the door," Y/n scoffed. "You, on the other hand, look like someone who wears excessively long robes and drags them on the floor."

"Now, if you don't mind, I'll be answering those questions you were so worried about... unless you're scared I know the answers," he said with a blue glint in his eyes.

"Go on then," Snape said sharply.

"Alright then, teach. For your information, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is 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, also known as aconite." Y/n explained swiftly.