Chapter Ten
The cold dungeon was full of wizards, and witches.
Professor Severus Snape appeared to think he was talking to idiots. His long, black, oily hair was washed every day; his hazel eyes focused on one person. Harry Potter. Ron Weasley shivered. 'Today we're in the presence of a great wizard: Harry Potter. The son of James and Lily Potter. And seems to be in the dungeon today to impress on us all the strengths of potions'. Harry shook his head. He hadn't really read Old and new potions (Year 1) by Romana Dasher. 'Potter seems to think he knows all about the deadly potions', Professor Snape said. 'Professor, I don't know all. Besides, there's a lot to learn with books', Harry said. The Professor stared at the book called: Hogwarts: A History by Bathilda Bagshot. 'Potter...'. Hermoine Granger put up her right hand. 'Professor, this is not about Harry'. He watched her for a long time. 'I have been at Hogwarts as a student, and as a teacher, Miss Granger. And we have to deal with celebrities'.
'Professor, I like to leave now'.
'Already, Potter'.
'You are not teaching us anything, Professor; you are not...'.
'Silence!', Professor Snape yelled.
And he sighed, and started the lesson.
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