บท 9: Chapter 09 : Lessons (3)
The next day at breakfast, Artemis flew in and brought a letter from my mother. She congratulated me for getting into Slytherin and starting the path of a wizard.
"Hey, look at the Gryffindor table. Blood traitors, Mud-bloods, and brainless all in one." Theodore Nott said pointing at Ron, Hermione, and Neville.
Then he went towards them. 'What is this idiot doing?' I thought. Nott suddenly snatched the remembrall from Neville. In an instant Professor McGonagall was there almost as she apparate right next to them. Nott meekly backed down.
This scene was so familiar to me but instead of Nott, I was supposed to be there. I was confused by what was happening.
[Host, it seems like the world itself trying to put this timeline in order]
'what does that means?'
[Because of your visions you have changed how you normally act. This would have effects on the destiny of the chosen one. To prevent that fate itself shifted to keep things in order.]
'So, technically Nott going to act like me, to be exact me without future knowledge.'
[That means like an arrogant and stupid brat]
'Ouch, that hurts. But will this affect me?'
[No, as host free from worldly fate]
"Draco, Draco to earth," a hand weaved in front of my face.
"Yes, Pansy."
"I called you few times but you were just staring at the table," Pansy said.
"Ah, I was thinking about our classes. Anyway, what's our next class." I asked. "Potions with Gryffindors." She answered. Is it fate we have to do everything with Gryffindors?
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Potion lessons were held in one of the dungeons. Jars with pickled animals along with a cold gloomy atmosphere made it creepy. As the classroom filled with students, Snape started his lesson.
"There are foolish wand-wavings or silly incantations in my classroom. As such I don't expect many of you to have an appreciation and understanding of the science of potion making..." Snape definitely had a way with words to attract students. Even though most would like to never return here again. Unfortunately, Potter who was scribbling something cached Snape's attention.
"Harry Potter, our new celebrity," Snape said in a cold voice. "Tell me, What would I get if I added
powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry looked like he was having a panic attack. I suspect he even understood the question let alone the answer. But Hermione immediately raised her hand.
It was amusing to watch Snape continuously humiliate him. "Tsk tsk it looks like fame clearly isn't everything."
Then snape started to explain answers to his question and give notes.
As the lesson continued we were put into pairs and have to brew a potion that cure boils. I end up with Goyle since he was sitting next to me. I started to weigh the ingredients and started to make the potion. Many say Snape favors the Slytherins but he didn't give a damn. I was the only one who speared from his criticism. 'It was not because I am his godson because my potion-making was quite acceptable' was what I wanted to say but my potion was barely above average.
Somehow Neville was able to explode his potion Which made Snape really angry.
Potion class ended with me getting another five points for Slytherin because of the potion I made. According to Snape, it was the only potion within the acceptable level.
As the bell rang all of the students ran off the classroom while I stayed behind.
"Professor Snape, I would like to gain permission to access the restricted area of the library," I said walking over to Snape's table.
"Restricted area...hmm, What for?" Snape asked.
"Oh, come on uncle Severus, I am just curious about a few things. What's the worst that can happen? I am no stranger to dark arts." I said glancing at Snape who looked like thinking hard about it. Even though he was a simp for Potter's mother he had respect for my family. I was pretty sure he will give me permission.
"Fine, I will give you permission. But never call me uncle in Hogwarts." Snape said coldly.
I was fine with that as long as he gave me permission. Since it came to this I decided to request another special permission.
After a few moments, I walked out of the potion classroom with two parchments. One was the permission to access the restricted area of the library while the other one was useful as the first one maybe even more.
In the afternoon we had our first flying lessons. Although, I don't call myself proficient I was somewhat familiar with broomsticks. At Hogwarts ground, twenty broomsticks were lying on the ground. We were standing there when Madame Hooch arrived.
"what are you all waiting for?" She said in an energetic voice.
"Everyone stand by a broomstick. And stick out your right hand over your broom, then say up"
As I said 'up' broom jumped right into my hand. I saw Harry already got his broom while others are struggling. Madame Hooch gave instructions on how to mount the broom correctly.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground. Rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle, three two..."
Before She completed her countdown, Neville raised from the ground and flew into the sky.
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