36 Snape (2/2)

”As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death... If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.” Snape muttered in a dignified manner, looking at each of the students in the room in a seemingly condescending way.

Yep. This is by far my favorite professor here. Casimir stared at Snape attentively. Perhaps because he had stared too intently, Snape had noticed him and glanced their way but, after having seen Draco beside him, he turned away and focused more on Harry.

Such a cold gaze! I think I'm in love. Casimir mentally swooned.

Ah~ Sadly, this middle-aged auntie is in the body of an underaged kid. This forbidden romance is doomed to be cut off before it manages to bloom...

Casimir sighed regretfully, staring on in sorrow as Snape continuously fired question after question at Harry, leaving the boy looking stupid and confused.

”Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

”Sleeping potion, right?” Draco suddenly nudged Casimir's arm.

”Yeah. It's the one that's deathly potent.” Casimir answered.

”I don't know, sir.” Harry said honestly.

”Tut, tut... Fame clearly isn't everything.” Snape sneered. ”Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”

Crabbe and Goyle began shaking with laughter, making Casimir turn to give them a look of disapproval. How dare they laugh in the class taught by his crush- I mean, professor!

Being looked at in such cold eyes and thick killing intent, the two boys were frozen still. Satisfied, Casimir turned back to continue ogling at Snape.

”I don't know, sir.” Harry answered yet again.

”Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?” Snape coldly stared at Harry, making Casimir feel jealous. Professor, please notice me!

”What's the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

”This one is-”

”Same plant, different names.” This time, it was Theodore who answered, cutting Draco off.

”I wasn't asking you, Nott.” Draco had his eyebrows furrowed.

”I don't know.” Harry said quietly. ”I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?”

Only then did Casimir notice the messy-haired girl from before, standing up while raising her hand vehemently.

Some people laughed but, Casimir frowned. His impression of Harry plummeted drastically in that instant. At the same time, Snape wasn't looking so pleased as well.

”Sit down.” Snape snapped at the girl.”For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?”

For the first time in the whole week, Casimir actively copied down notes, scribbling away diligently and tried his best to catch every word Snape said and wrote them down, making everyone in their group stare at him in shock, wondering if they had gone blind.

”A point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter.” Snape said as he walked around the class to check if everyone was taking down notes as they should.

As the lessons continued, the Gryffindors began losing points more and more from their house for failing to answer questions correctly, talking too loudly, or doodling on their parchments instead of copying notes which, were fairly justifiable.

Meanwhile, Casimir, Draco, and Theodore, kept on earning more points for Slytherin, answering as much questions as they knew, boosting their house's morale while crushing Gryffindor's.

Halfway through the lesson, Snape put them all into pairs with the goal of creating a potion which can cure boils. Fortunately enough, Casimir had been paired with Draco, again.

Either Draco and I am destined to be together or, someone is purposely setting us up to be together. Casimir thought to himself.

Snape then, began walking around yet again, criticizing people here and there. Except for him and Draco of course since Draco was his godson and Casimir was the partner of his godson who, was actually doing things perfectly according to the instructions.

Snape began praising Draco's work aloud then, gave a nod of approval to Casimir's, making the boy smile gleefully.

Suddenly, clouds of green smoke began billowing outwards, coming from the couldron of someone from Gryffindor. It turned out that the boy who had lost his toad managed to melt another student's couldron, with their potion spilling onto the floor, burning holes into the shoes of the people who didn't manage to get away in time.

Fortunately, the boy who had caused the entire accident and was nearest to the couldron, had ducked out of the way just in time, scrambling to get on top of a stool.

Seeing as the potion was nearing his and Draco's location, Casimir clicked his tongue in distaste and flicked his wand, casting a cleaning spell to get rid of the nuisance. He then, continued on brewing the potion with Draco, acting as if nothing had happened.

”Idiot boy!” Snape began to berate the boy who caused the accident which, Casimir learned to have been called Neville. Then, Snape began to berate Harry as well for not stopping Neville beforehand. In the end, another point was taken from Gryffindor and a point was added to Slytherin for Casimir's timely action of cleaning up the spilled potion.

The point wasn't my intention... All I wanted was to appear cool in front of Snape! Casimir smiled wryly to himself.