Nations and Magic Do Not Mix || Pottertalia

Who Thought It Was A Good Idea To Put Snape and Romania Together?

Harry frowned as he sat down in his seat in Potions class. Professor Snape's hatred for him seemed to grow each year. It was as if his very existence were an insult to the Slytherin. Beside him, Ron's eyes slowly slid shut as he let out a loud yawn. In constant, Hermione looked ready to take on a Hippogriff. Harry wasn't sure why she bothered being excited for Snape's class. Potions was the very opposite of 'exciting.'

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded as the door swung open. Ron's Head immediately shot up and the red-head cursed under his breath. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't quiet enough, earning a smack around the head from Hermione.

"Silence," Snape's silky voice rang out across the room, conversations immediately ceasing. The Potions Professor walked towards his desk and paused to turn and peer out towards the students. His eyes locked on the Harry's for a split second and his lip curled.

"This year is preparation for OWLs. There will be no fooling around lest you end up losing a limb or two." His dark eyes glittered dangerously in Harry's direction. Harry gulped.

Fortunately, before Snape could continue his yearly speech, another loud bang sounded as the door slammed open.

"Sorry Sev, I was trying to look for the classroom and I couldn't find it. Why is it so hard to find the class? Also, why is it the dungeon? All the fumes can build up and could spread through the rest of the school. Not exactly safe, now is it?" Professor Popescu breathed out heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

Professor Snape visibly took a deep breath before turning back to face the class.

"As I was saying, this year-"

"Oh yeah, I'm Professor Popescu. Nice to be meeting you. I'm going to be helping Professor Snape here with his Potions things. If you ever need any help, I'm always available."

There were a few snickers, mostly from the Gryffindor side.

("Wow the Assistant Professor must be insane. I didn't think it was possible to make Snape glare that badly at you unless you were Potter.")

("How much time until you think Snape either gets an aneurysm or snaps?")

("I'll give it a month at tops.")

("5 Galleons for a week.")

("Deal.")

Professor Snape's jaw clenched but gave no other noticeable reaction at being cut off mid-speech. "The Potion is written on the board. The recipes shall be found in your textbooks. Begin!"

It was towards the end of the class that Harry paused in chopping his frog spleens to see Professor Popescu walk over to Malfoy, whose hand had been up for a minute or so. Snape had left the class to check the supply shelves, leaving Professor Popescu to walk over to Malfoy.

"What's wrong?" The Romanian asked.

Malfoy, with a smug look on his face responded, "Professor, I've completed my Potion." He presented it proudly. Harry heard Hermione huff in anger behind him. Even she was still on the last few steps of the Potion. There was no way that Malfoy had successfully completed it now.

Professor Popescu frowned. He peered at the dark blue potion and stirred it a few times. Suddenly, vapour blasted into the Professor's face sending him stumbling back.

"Professor!" Malfoy and a few others who were watching shouted while Harry reflexively reached out to try and help. To everyone's surprise, Professor Popescu laughed and cheerfully responded, "Mr. Malfoy, your Potion seems to be good. The only thing you missed was adding a few more chunks of frog spleen. Good work!"