◦°☆ Chapter twelve: The potion master ☆°◦ When the door opened they saw a room. It was large enough to allow at least twenty students to work and its walls were lined with pickled animals in glass jars. In one corner of the room stood a basin into which ice-cold water poured from a gargoyle's mouth, while in another was a student supply cupboard. They went in. “O, another late first-years for today's class. Did you sleep well?” He asked in a sarcastic way. “Professor! There is still five minutes to eight thirty!” said a boy. It was Chris! Ava smiled at him and told him noiselessly “Thank you!” “Oh realy? Thank you very much Mr. Weasley but I am the teacher so I make the rules. minus five points for Ravenclaw.” he said sharply. “Now, please sit down and pay attention!” Ava sat down between Rose and Chris. “Thank you for standing up for me. I really appreciate that.” whispered Ava “You're welcome, but I shouldn't do that any more or Ravenclaw will lose more points.” “Sure. I owe you one.” He smiled. “Pay atencione!” said Snape. “I don’t really expect you will really understand the beauty of the soft simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human vanes, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death – if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.” Silence followed the little speech. Ava shivver. It was cold in the dungeons. Now she dreamed of a cozy common room, but now. She was in the coldest classroom of all of them. Chris looked desperate to prove that he wasn't a dunderhead. “Miss Potter!” said Snape suddenly “What do I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” “A what added to a what?” asked Ava confused. “Let's try again. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?” Ava thought. She reed of the bezoars some days before. But where could she find them? Then she remembered! “A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. Am I correct Professor Snape?” She asked. “Yes… Ten points to Gryffindor...” he hissed with hatred.
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