Harry and Ron naturally understood exactly what this ant.
The image of Kane tossing various magical ingredients into a cauldron during Potions class, only to suddenly "craft" a steaming pot of atballs...
"Harry, let's partner up later." "Ron, let's partner up later."
Kane watched as Harry and Ron wordlessly kicked him out of their little squad, his lip twitching uncontrollably.
"I say, it's just a simple Potions class. Is this really necessary? Do you love your brothers or your grades?"
Ron stepped forward, feeling the need to explain the logic clearly: "If you partner with either of us, only one person can escape alive. But if we cast you out to plague soone else, both of us can survive."
"It's a two-is-greater-than-one bargain, mate. We simply can't pass it up."
"I see. Should I give you a round of applause? For example, Ron, your math is truly spectacular!" Kane gave a decidedly unkind smile as he clapped his hands.
"Keep it down, keep it down. Though my mum did tell to tutor my sister in math, I never actually agreed to do it," Ron replied, waving his hand pompously as if Kane had actually complinted him.
Potions was the first period of the afternoon. After finishing lunch, the trio arrived at the Potions classroom early.
Because of the "Quirrell Incident," even with Kane's assurance that Snape didn't sll like anything weird, Harry and Ron weren't swayed. Ultimately, the three of them found a spot in the middle of the classroom and sat at two separate tables.
Kane sat alone at one table, while Harry and Ron shared the other. As ti passed, more students trickled in. Draco Malfoy spotted Kane sitting by himself and instinctively thought it was a perfect opportunity to get closer to him.
However, soone else beat him to the punch.
Draco's face instantly collapsed in disappointnt. But then he rembered what his father and the upper-year students had said about how much Professor Snape loathed Gryffindors...
Better to avoid the crossfire, he thought.
"Oh, Hermione? Where are your friends?" Kane asked, sowhat surprised as Hermione sat down next to him.
"A temporary cold war," Hermione said huffily, her eyes fixed on the Potions textbook. "They think it's 'strange' that I spend all my free ti in the library and feel 'neglected.' It's quite nonsensical. I'll just let them cool off for a bit." Clearly, she was already deep into her pre-class review.
"Mmhmm. I hope your friendship is restored soon," Kane said, blinking as he noticed Harry and Ron making faces at him from the next table.
They were clearly curious about Hermione's fate as the "victim." For instance, if atballs appeared in the cauldron Hermione was sharing with Kane, how on earth would they manage to keep a straight face?
Before they could ponder further, a sharp whoosh echoed from the doorway.
Snape swept in, his billowing cloak trailing behind him. He stepped onto the podium, wrapped his cloak elegantly around himself, and looked down at the students with a predatory gaze.
"Before we begin, I need to know if you all understand why you are here. If you do not, it matters not—I can tell you, but only once."
"A hundred percent, flawless replication of my every movent. That is my only requirent. I do not expect your... not necessarily bright brains to comprehend the precise art of potion-making. Therefore, I have only one request: do not leave any sses in my classroom."
This opening, so different from the other professors, imdiately told Kane that Snape was a "true" professor.
It was like back in primary school; every grade had that one "Honors Class" teacher who was arrogant, self-centered, and biting—soone who would indiscriminately trample on ordinary kids, their poor horoom teachers, and subject teachers alike.
In Kane's eyes, Snape was that exact archetype. The unique introduction signaled one thing: this professor was icy.
So...
Since it's the first class, surely this professor isn't so insane as to jump straight into practice? Right? Just like Charms cos before Transfiguration and DADA.
Herbology should co before Potions too. Otherwise, how can you brew a potion if you can't even recognize the herbs?
That's it. It has to be. This class will likely just be a lecture with a few questions.
Exactly as Kane predicted, Snape asked the question.
"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? I need a student to answer... Ah, the famous Savior, Harry Potter. Please stand and answer." Snape looked at Harry with a cold, lingering gaze.
"I don't know, Professor."
Charms or Transfiguration were like writing an essay; even if you didn't know the answer, you could squeeze sothing out. But Potions was like math—either you knew it or you didn't. No matter how much you squeezed, you could only manage to write the word "Solution."
"I am very disappointed in you, Mr. Potter. I thought your talents might match your reputation." Snape shook his head, looking at Harry with profound disappointnt.
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned lively (for the Slytherins, at least).
"Professor, may I sit down now?" Harry asked, his face flushing red.
"Certainly... NOT! Next question: where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"
"I don't know, Professor," Harry said, slowly lowering his head.
"I am relieved. If soone were to beco your brain in the next life, they must have done a great deed in their past life—because it would be a very easy job." Snape shook his head slowly.
Kane quietly focused his gaze on Snape. The man's "attack power" was so high that Kane couldn't tell if Snape was just naturally rude or if he had a personal vendetta against Harry.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I still don't know." Harry had reached a point of "broken pot" resilience. Like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water—what's the worst that could happen? Deduct points? Scold him? Go ahead!
I don't care!
Kane understood now. Snape was really just targeting Harry. Since that was the case, it didn't matter how high his tablemate Hermione raised her hand; it was useless.
He only needed Snape to keep torturing Harry for the full hour, and he would survive the class safely.
Harry, don't bla for being disloyal. You and Ron started this!
Kane watched Harry's face turn from white to red, while Ron stared intently at the table. He couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. His expression began to turn into a "Heh-heh-heh." This was instant karma!
Snape quickly returned to the podium and scribbled the answers to the three questions on the blackboard. "If you don't have the gift of a photographic mory, haven't you at least the sense to take notes? Oh, and I almost forgot—fifteen points from Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor students didn't even groan. The pressure in Snape's classroom was so intense that they didn't dare act out.
Just as Kane finished taking his notes, Snape spoke again: "Take out your cauldrons. For the first lesson, I will guide you through the practical brewing of a cure for boils."
"......"
Kane... was no longer smiling.
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