The next day, I walked onto the pitch looking nervously at the sky. I knew I shouldn't go up there but this teacher, Madam Hooch I think, wouldn't listen. I lay my broom on the ground and hovered my right-hand over it. I yelled "up." Like the rest of them and my broom flew up into my hands, but then moment it made contact with me, it dropped and started rolling away.
I looked at madam Hooch telling her with my eyes that this was a warning not to fly. But she just summoned the broom back and told me to mount it.
When she told us to kick off from the ground I did just that but before I could get too high and sustain a real injury, like a lightning bolt in the head, I dropped off the broom pretending to fall. My friends looked at me a little scared as I dropped, and I shot them a wink. They laughed and took off again.
When I landed, I tucked and rolled so not to hurt my feet as much and ended up with a cut on my arm. Although it didn't hurt at all, I played it out as though I had seriously hurt my arm. I was excused to the hospital wing but instead of going there I headed back to my dormitory, got changed and shadow travelled to potions.
I loved the classroom. It was in the dungeons and it reminded me of the Slytherin common rooms, except the absence of the comfy seats.
Professor Snape strode in and instantly said "silence." Not that he needed to say it, he had that aura where people automatically fell silent upon his arrival.
"there will be no foolish wand waving in this class. I can teach you how to bottle fame..." I lost interest for most of it, and Draco had to snap his fingers in front of me a couple of times before I zoned back in.
"instructions on the board," he whispered, "we're making the draught of peace."
I discreetly waved my wand turning the instructions Greek for me. obviously, everyone else still saw it in English, or I would have some explaining to do.
The lesson went on, and it wasn't the most exciting. Snape kept taking points of Gryffindor, and he vanished Potter's potion in the end, because it was completely wrong. He also said that he was going to test Neville's potion on his frog to see if it worked. I was looking forward to that, knowing that he would have most definitely made it wrong. Unfortunately, Granger decided to snatch the Slytherin's fun, by muttering instructions out of the corner of her mouth to him. by the end of the lesson his potion was perfect.
I did, however see her do something a little more than suspicious. Whilst Harry and Ron were distracting Snape, trying to get him to look at their potions (which was actually extremely funny, considering the look of loathing and disgust on Snape's face) Hermione ran swiftly into the potion ingredients store and came back with the front of her robes bulging. I shook this from my mind, I wasn't going to find out by staring at her robes.
My potion was, needless to say, perfect, or it was in Snape's eyes. All the Slytherin's earned 5 points for our house, even though I could see someone who had spilt something that looked like cat sick on them. All in all, it wasn't the most exciting lesson, and I was glad when it was over.
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Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)
FanfictionAfter the war all every demigod wanted was peace. They all got that except Nico Di Angelo, who is told by his father, Hades, and hecate that he must follow in his mother's footsteps and go to a wizard if school called Hogwarts. He is sent to keep t...