Harry Potter Down Under

Smarts (31)

"Mr. Potter, our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione's hand shot up, but Harry just rested his cheek on his hand and answered in a bored tone. "The Draught of Living Death."

Asphodel is a type of Lily, you know. And Wormwood is a very bitter root. Remind you of anybody.

~Shut up.~

"Oh, too easy? Okay. Tell me, what is a bezoar and where would it be located?"

Again, Hermione's hand shot up, nearly smacking an uninterested Harry. "It is a stonelike mass taken from the stomach of a goat. It acts like an antidote to many poisons."

"Oh? And what is the difference between monkswood and wolfsbane?"

"There is no difference, they are the same plant."

Harry could tell that Snape was struggling to contain his anger. He gripped the edge of the table tightly as he came face to face with the boy. "What is the main ingredient in most love potions."

It's pearl dust.

~I'm not going to cheat.~

Harry froze, slightly stunned at the fact that he didn't know the answer. "I don't know sir."

"Well, at least I know you aren't a complete know-it-all like Granger here." Snape began walking away, while Harry stood, furious with him.

"Don't insult my friends."

"And what are you going to do?" Snape spun around and came face to face with the boy once more. "You don't even know the main ingredient in love potions are-"

"Pearl dust?"

"Fine, you know the easy one! What insect is native to Egypt and is used in the Wit-Sharpening Potion and the Skele-Gro healing potion?"

"Scarab beetle."

"You know what, I refuse to continue on with this, five points for back talking and ten because you're starting to irritate me. Sit down, or it will be another five."

"Ask me one more question. If I answer it correctly, you give me back the points you just took. If I answer incorrectly, give me detention or something."

"A complex and time consuming concoction that enables the consumer to assume the physical appearance of another person-"
"Polyjuice potion."

"I wasn't finished. I want you to tell me step by step the process and the ingredients necessary."

"Fine."

"Write it on the board."

As the class period continued, Harry wrote on the board as the others watched. Every once in awhile he would write something wrong and the Dark Lord would correct him. By the time they were finished, there was very little class time left, and Snape seemed as surprised as he would ever show. His mouth was slightly agape as he read the writing over and over, attempting to find the mistake.

"Fine, sit down. I'm replacing the twenty I owe you, know sit and read. All of you read the uses of boomslang skin in your textbooks and have a five page report for next time.

Harry grinned. Hermione was smiling behind her book as the class began to read.

"Frisk will be proud."

~She taught me nothing. The only reason i knew what I did was because I used to borrow her books when she wasn't around.~

You still did great.

~Whatever.~