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10% Hogwarts: Harry Potter’s Return from the Witcher World / Chapter 12: Snape Just Wishes I’d Ruin My Looks

Capítulo 12: Snape Just Wishes I’d Ruin My Looks

Hermione and Ron watched Harry walk away.

His pace hadn't changed from its usual calm stride, yet somehow, he looked as if he were marching to a noble, heroic fate.

He must have nerves of steel, they thought. Who would willingly go see Snape after that class?

"Potter." Snape was sorting through his lesson materials when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up, gaze sweeping over Harry's face and those eyes before disgust rushed back into his expression. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to thank you for your guidance, Professor." Harry nodded politely, attempting to ease the tension.

Snape's face twisted as if he'd tasted something foul. "Oh, the 'thanks' of a Gryffindor? You lot would rather lose your heads atop the tower than show any respect." He sneered. "Disgusting! Like hearing a troll confessing its love to a unicorn."

"Spare me the act, Potter. Speak plainly."

Harry spoke up. "Professor Dumbledore mentioned my mother left some potion notes with you. I was wondering…"

"Yes," Snape cut in, eyes narrowing, growing sharper and more dangerous. "Lily…"

He abruptly stopped, taking a deep breath. "Evans did leave some notes, but I don't believe you're ready for them."

"Your scab cure wasn't even passable. A troll could make better use of those notes as kindling."

Harry met Snape's glare without flinching.

Snape's frustration spiked, and he jabbed Harry's chest with his wand. "When making requests, Potter, you lower yourself. You were never taught this, but I'll teach you now!"

"Remember this, Potter!"

Harry brushed the wand aside. "I can understand your feelings, Professor, but remember, these notes are my mother's legacy."

At the words "mother" and "legacy," Harry's tone hardened slightly.

BANG!

Snape's fist slammed into the table. "Potter!" he snarled through gritted teeth.

"Professor," Harry replied calmly, hand slipping into his Sorting Hat.

"Fine, fine." Snape clenched his fist, eyes catching Harry's subtle move, which only fueled his rage. "I expected better from you, but you're just as arrogant and unbearable as your father."

"Evans left a total of twenty-three notebooks. After your end-of-year exams, come to my office. I'll set a test, and you'll have to score an 'O'—Outstanding."

"If you fail, forget those notes."

"Dumbledore won't be able to change my mind."

Harry let go of his hat, nodding. "Thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape snorted, dropping his materials and storming out of the room. Not another second did he want to see Potter's face.

"I thought you two were going to fight," Ron said, clutching his chest as if he could feel the bruises himself.

Hermione nodded.

Harry looked confused. "I thought our conversation went well. Why did it look like we were about to fight?"

"You had your hand in the hat!" Hermione's voice pitched in exasperation. Did Harry misunderstand what "pleasant" meant?

What was in the hat?

The Sword of Gryffindor.

Harry shook his head. "I was just considering leaving Professor Snape a deposit for safekeeping."

"Why pay him?" Ron clenched his fists. "What if he's holding onto your mother's notes as part of some twisted plan?"

"Ron," Harry's voice firmed. "Professor Snape is a good man."

Hermione cast a concerned look at him. "Harry, no offense, but…are you okay?"

"Snape probably cared about my mother," Harry said, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading out. "I think he was my father's rival in love."

"A rival?"

Hermione and Ron, stunned, nearly bumped into each other.

"Wait, you know this for sure?" Hermione asked, clutching her books tightly, both curious and a little gossipy. "Did Professor Dumbledore tell you?"

Harry shook his head. "It's obvious."

Yet, the emotion was too strong to be normal.

Harry recalled other love rivals he knew of, like Yennefer and Triss, both once close friends, who fought fiercely over Geralt. But even they hadn't reached Snape's level of intensity.

He had to find out more—like it or not, Snape was the most skilled Potions Master Harry could access. A few comments from him had already proven useful; who knew what he could learn if he unlocked Snape's full expertise?

The three of them left the castle, curiosity bubbling in Ron and Hermione about Snape's connection to Harry's parents and what could have driven Snape to this level of hatred.

As they reached Hagrid's hut—small only compared to Hagrid's size—Harry knocked on the door.

With a bark from his dog, Fang, Hagrid opened up.

Harry's greeting froze as he glanced around inside, eyes wide with surprise.

Ron and Hermione looked at him, confused—it was rare to see an expression on Harry's usually stoic face. Even during the tension with Snape, Harry had kept his calm.

What was in Hagrid's hut?

They peered inside.

It was an ordinary space, even a bit shabby, reminding Ron of home.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hagrid asked, scratching his head as Fang quieted down. "Something off with my house?"

Harry shook his head, gathering himself. "No, I just didn't expect…you'd live so luxuriously."

Luxurious?

Ron and Hermione turned to Harry, intrigued, studying his eyes.

There were rumors among the Gryffindors that Harry's amber eyes could see things others couldn't. Some even claimed he could see through magic itself and had used them to defeat the Dark Lord.

Hagrid looked just as puzzled. "Comfy enough, sure, but luxury? Hardly."

Harry pointed around the room. "That dog bed and blanket are made of unicorn hair, the wind chime is crafted from mermaid scales, and those, are those Bowtruckles?"

"And there by the fire, are those fire-dwelling salamanders?"

Harry named what he recognized.

The hut was filled with more magical items than just these. There were jars on the windowsill, all radiating magical energy, likely containing venom, blood, or saliva from magical creatures.

Hagrid's eyes brightened. "Aye, lad! You fancy these little critters?"

"No." Harry shook his head decisively. "But I do like the materials they provide."

Ron and Hermione didn't fully grasp the value of these items, though they eyed Fang's bed with a tinge of envy. They knew the worth of unicorn hair, which fetched ten Galleons per strand.

That seemingly ordinary bed could cost a thousand Galleons.

"Oh, alright then." Hagrid chuckled, used to such reactions from wizards, though certain pock-faced exceptions adored the creatures themselves. "So, how's Hogwarts treating you? I've heard you're doing great in your classes."

"It's fine," Harry replied nonchalantly, still scanning the room.

Ron leaned forward, grabbing one of Hagrid's oversized biscuits. "Hagrid, do you know anything about Professor Snape and Harry's dad?"

"Harry's dad?" Hagrid paused mid-reach, the sudden lapse causing a biscuit to drop onto Hermione's head.

"Ow!" Hermione rubbed her head, exclaiming, "Harry says Professor Snape might have been rivals in love with his father!"

"What?" Hagrid's eyes widened. "Who told you that, Harry?"

Harry glanced over. "No one needed to. It's obvious."

"But just because they were rivals doesn't explain Snape's level of hostility."

"I'd like to know more."

Hagrid lowered his head. "Harry, I'm just the Keeper of Keys. I don't know much about what went on."

"But…Snape and James never got along. They'd constantly duel, casting hexes at each other."

"Lily was close with Snape until fifth year, but they weren't romantically involved—just friends. She and James started dating in seventh year and married soon after graduating."

Rivalry turned to heartbreak.

Ron and Hermione's faces lit up with scandalous excitement.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure there isn't more to it?"

"Good heavens! You're as sharp as Dumbledore," Hagrid sighed, clenching his fist. "Talking to you two feels like having Dumbledore in the room—both of you seeing through everything."

"But Harry, I swear, that's all I know."

"Maybe Snape's attitude is harsh, but believe me, of everyone at Hogwarts, even including Dumbledore, he's the one who least wants you harmed."

Ron grumbled, "Then why does he act like he wants to feed Harry to a troll?"

"Snape is trustworthy. Dumbledore relies on him a lot," Hagrid emphasized.

Harry agreed. "I trust Professor Snape. He might wish I'd lose my looks or my eyesight or even my personality, but he definitely doesn't want me in danger."

Oh…

Ron was at a loss for words.

Hagrid, too, seemed momentarily stumped, loosening his grip as another of his stone-like biscuits dropped onto Hermione's head.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, rubbing the spot. "That hardly feels like concern…"


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Capítulo 13: Malfoy: I’m Thrilled!

Ron and Hermione were at a loss over how to dissuade Harry.

Blindness, disfigurement, gender-swapping…these were definitely not good things.

Even Hagrid seemed unsure, glancing at Harry as though thinking Snape might actually be capable of doing such things.

"Hagrid, would you mind if I asked a small favor?" Harry looked around, his eyes brightening with a glimmer of excitement as he finished examining all the magical items in Hagrid's hut. Rubbing his hands together, he took a seat.

Hagrid nodded heartily. "Of course! As long as you don't ask about your parents again, ask away."

"I'd like to borrow a few ingredients to brew a…well…a potion." Harry waved his hand, keeping it vague. "Nothing dangerous, I promise."

"I'll even pay you for the materials."

Hagrid waved his hands dismissively. "No need for that—those things were just scraps I picked up in the Forbidden Forest. You're welcome to use anything you like."

Ron looked on in envy. "You just found these lying around in the Forbidden Forest? That's amazing! I mean, if I could do that one day, I'd love to be a groundskeeper."

Harry took him at his word and immediately got up, moving through the hut to gather what he needed.

Oil—most important ingredient.

He made his way to Hagrid's kitchen, scanning the shelves and eventually returning with two large jars—one of dog fat and the other of bear grease.

"Harry, that's what I use for cooking!" Hagrid's eyes widened.

Harry quickly put them down. "Don't worry, I'll only use a little."

"Alright then, but what kind of potion are you brewing?" Hagrid asked, intrigued. Although he'd only studied up to his third year at Hogwarts, he didn't recall potions that required grease. "Professor Snape's never asked me for anything like that."

"It's a special potion." Harry began setting up a cauldron. "Apply it to a sword, and it increases its power."

The Sorting Hat quivered, calling out, "What are you planning to put on Gryffindor's sword, you little devil?"

"It's called sword oil, not 'some weird potion,'" Harry replied matter-of-factly.

The Sorting Hat paused and muttered, "Sword oil?"

"I know about that—Gryffindor used to oil his sword before he had this enchanted one."

"Fine, it's clear you're attached to that sword," the hat conceded. "But it doesn't need oil; it's magically crafted by goblins and never dulls."

"I know, but sword oil isn't just for upkeep." Harry shook his head.

The Sorting Hat sighed but gave in. "Fine, but you'd better promise me one thing."

"Once you've coated the Gryffindor sword, wash it clean before putting it back in me. Don't go mucking up my insides."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the hat. "You're already dirtier than the oil."

"No, I'm not dirty!" the hat protested. "What you see is the dignity of age. I am an ancient but pristine hat."

Harry sighed, giving an indulgent nod. "Sure, sure."

The magical herbs between the two worlds weren't always the same—but for the basics, the similarities were enough.

Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest was an untapped treasure trove of ingredients. No witcher would turn down such a gold mine; Harry recalled how he used to check every path he walked, plucking any herb he found along the way.

For making beast oil? Dog fat and wolf liver.

Unfortunately, Hagrid didn't have wolf liver on hand…but could dog liver work? Harry glanced down at Fang, who gave a whimper and darted behind Hagrid, instinctively sensing his thoughts.

"What's gotten into him?" Hagrid wondered aloud, patting the dog's head.

Harry gave a slight sigh of disappointment.

Then there was the poison required for humanoid oils—the Hangman's Venom. Might as well have some on hand, just in case.

One part dog fat, four parts beggartick…

And for the necrophage oil, Harry glanced at Hagrid—who he often suspected might be a magical hybrid, with maybe giant or troll blood.

Hagrid shivered. "What's the matter, Harry?"

"Could you do me a favor, Hagrid? Next time you're in the forest, could you bring me a few wolf livers?"

"Wolf liver?" Hagrid scratched his head. "Tastes pretty bad, but sure."

Harry nodded, lighting a fire and starting to heat the cauldron. "It's not for eating; it's for potion-making."

"Well then, next time I trade with the centaurs, I'll ask if they have any to spare."

The Forbidden Forest was full of magical creatures, but there were also mundane animals like bears, wolves, rabbits, and forest sheep.

While Harry focused on brewing his oil, Ron and Hermione grappled with Hagrid's tough rock cakes, sharing tales about life at Hogwarts…and their dislike of Draco Malfoy.

They also discussed some recent wizarding news—how someone had managed to break into Gringotts and get away unscathed.

Hagrid shook his head, relieved he'd been at the bank just before the incident, running an errand for Dumbledore. Lucky for him, he hadn't encountered the intruder.

Harry, though, was unconcerned. He was young and practically unknown—Gringotts wouldn't exactly go handing him a stack of Galleons to investigate a robbery.

By dinner, Ron and Hermione finally dragged Harry away from Hagrid's hut, though he left with no small satisfaction.

Ron brought back a few of Hagrid's rock cakes, Hermione left with a collection of bruises from the hard treats, and Harry walked away with seven bottles of sword oil. He made a mental note that Hagrid's hut was a treasure trove worth visiting frequently.

But he didn't get many opportunities.

First-year classes weren't too heavy, but the new magic system and potions were a big enough pull to keep Harry absorbed, often trailing professors with questions—even Snape, when he could catch him without risking a blowup.

Ron was always on edge watching him.

Even Gryffindor's hourglass of rubies seemed to tremble whenever Harry approached Snape.

While Gryffindor gained points Monday through Thursday, they lost a steady flow of them every Friday during Potions. At first, his housemates were a bit unsettled by this, but eventually, they almost started rooting for it.

If the points were dropping, it meant Harry had once again stirred up the snake's den, and Gryffindor wasn't the only one suffering from Snape's wrath.

During the first few weeks, Gryffindor diligently focused on their studies under Harry's influence. But eventually, true to form, they drifted back into more mischievous pursuits.

Harry and Hermione alone kept to their schedules, faithfully studying in the library daily. As Ron had predicted on the train, he ended up relying on Harry's notes for his assignments.

Harry didn't mind. After completing his work, he'd leave his parchment out in the common room for others to use as a reference.

Hermione, however, was less impressed. "Harry, you can't keep spoiling them like this! They should be doing the work themselves."

The other Gryffindors stayed silent, burying their heads and feigning deafness. Even Ron mumbled something inaudible, knowing he couldn't argue with Hermione.

Soon, though, something more exciting took over the common room.

Flying lessons were about to begin. After copying Harry's homework, everyone eagerly discussed their upcoming flight class.

Harry was just as interested.

Flying might finally give him an advantage against creatures like griffins, wyverns, and sea harpies. His crossbow skills had always been mediocre, and nothing would thrill him more than learning to fly—even on a broomstick.

The only drawback? The class would be shared with Slytherin.

On Thursday afternoon, the long-anticipated flying lesson arrived, with Ron dragging Harry to the Quidditch pitch well ahead of time.

Madam Hooch, a striking figure, was a seasoned flier but took a cautious approach to teaching. Perhaps due to prior accidents—or maybe just because this class was a mix of Gryffindors and Slytherins.

But trouble was unavoidable.

There were two major troublemakers in Gryffindor.

One was Seamus, prone to magical mishaps. What would be harmless spells for others had a tendency to explode in his hands.

The other was Neville, who often bungled Potions class. Thankfully, Harry was usually nearby to help, so his worst outcome was a ruined potion.

Today, however…

Neville managed to lift off briefly—only to crash hard. Madam Hooch had to leave the students alone to rush him to the hospital wing.

"Did you see that giant oaf fall?" Malfoy jeered the moment Madam Hooch was out of earshot. "Just like a troll."

"I mean, honestly, who falls off a broom?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Parvati snapped.

"Oh, look at the little defender," Pansy sneered. "Are you sweet on the blubbering baby?"

Malfoy's eyes lit up. He darted to where Neville had fallen and held something aloft, waving it in Harry's direction. "Hey, Potter! Look what I've got!"

"Your dim-witted little pet's trinket."

"A Remembrall," he taunted. "Figures someone with his empty head would need one of these."

He shot Harry a challenging look, raising his eyebrows.

"First of all, Neville isn't my pet," Harry replied with a cool expression. "And second, I suggest you put that down, Malfoy."


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