❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XLVII. HARRY THE QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN
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"Truth, dare, spin bottles
You know how to ball, I know Aristotle"
SOMETHING STRANGE JUST HAPPENED: HARRY had just won the race for Liquid Luck.
You heard that right, folks. Harry, the self-proclaimed-slashed-professionally-proclaimed rubbish in Potions had won in a Potions race against known geniuses in the very subject. For a moment, Marjorie thought the earth had officially stopped and it was finally time for them all to die, but whilst she waiting for that, everything was in disbelief.
How in the bloody hell did Harry Potter won?
"How in the hell did you win?" After a long day, the Gryffindor Tower's common room brought them necessary respite, though the calmness didn't last long as Ron was the first to bombard Harry of what had just occurred. And honestly? Marjorie wanted to know too as she watched Harry pocketed the vial of liquid gold.
Of course, she didn't imagine herself ever wining it in the first place. But she had thought the one that would get it would either be Hermione (Self-explanatory) or at least Draco, considering he had always been a prodigy in Potions — well, you can't exactly call it prodigy when he's been tutored... but then again, she had been tutored too, but she couldn't come into comparison to be as great at Potions as him...
Totally not the point.
Point was: the last person who would win in everyone's thought was Harry. Yet, that did not happen whatsoever.
"I followed the book. It got little notes and I just followed it," said Harry simply, which sounded less exciting than Marjorie had figured.
"And here I thought you've finally grown a part of your brain that actually takes Potions seriously," said Marjorie flatly.
"I take Potions seriously," said Harry, scoffing.
Marjorie stared at him blankly.
"Okay, I don't really. But It's not Snape that we're learning from. I'm bound to get better because of that!" Harry said, which Marjorie could not really refute. Having Snape not breathing down their neck for once, trying to find anything to criticize was somewhat relieving. However, not everyone shared the same sentiment.
Hermione didn't seem all that thrill after hearing Harry's explanation, and her face became stonier with every word he uttered.
Catching this, Harry quirked a brow, aggravated by her expression. "I s'pose you think I cheated?"
