BOOK 1: PHILOSOPHER. (Mattheo Riddle).

Chapter 09.

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PHILOSOPHER.
Chapter 09.
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The first lesson of the next morning is a double Potions lesson. Most of the Slytherins are looking forward to having Potions since they have their head of house, Professor Snape. Mattheo and the others aren't looking towards facing Snape.

Mattheo has come to believe that Snape hates him, he always seems to be around to pick up when Mattheo is doing something wrong.

The promise of Potions makes it a rougher get-up than usual for Mattheo and Lorenzo, their day only perks up slightly at a letter being delivered upon their entry of the Great Hall. The letter is delivered by Ingrem and dropped right into Mattheo's lap.

Mattheo opens the messily crumple envelope. "Who is it from?" Lorenzo asks of Mattheo, while he delicately cuts up his scrambled eggs on toast.

Dear Mattheo,
I know that you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have some tea with me around 2? I want to hear all about your first week.
Send an answer back with Ingrem.
Hagrid.

"Hagrid wants me to come down and see him this afternoon" Mattheo tells Lorenzo. "Fancy having tea with us? I'm sure Hagrid would love to meet you" Mattheo asks Lorenzo.

"I suppose" Lorenzo mumbles back. Lorenzo isn't too sure that Hagrid will want a Berkshire in his house. "It might even make Potions seem bearable" Lorenzo isn't sure how he's supposed to participate in Potions when he can't see the ingredients.

Mattheo writes a scribbled reply on the back of the letter, responding in the affirmative. Then he sends Ingrem off with the letter and a triangle of toast in his beak.

The first-years all head down to the Dungeons for their first double Potions lesson. The Slytherins have Potions with Hufflepuff house. Gryffindor/Ravenclaw has the other Potions professor.

Students like Draco and his gang are all loving that they have Professor Snape for the lesson.

Snape goes down taking the register and stops against Mattheo's name with a cruel delight. That cruel smile brings a sickening feeling to Mattheo's stomach.

"Mr Riddle, our newest celebrity" Snape's face curdles into a deadly smile. Snape is the sort of man that you run from if he's smiling, because it means he's found some cruel torture to extract from you.

Draco and the other Slytherins are snickering amongst themselves. They'd already seen Mattheo get berated by Snape at the opening ceremony yesterday.

"Riddle, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asks Riddle.

Mattheo has never even heard of those things before. "I don't know, sir" Mattheo says.

Snape is enjoying this. "Clearly fame isn't everything. So let's try again. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape enquires. Mattheo has an answer to that, but Snape might not like where Mattheo tells him to look.

Artemis, Frey and Lorenzo all watch with cringes. Snape is showing off at Mattheo's expense.

Draco and his gang are all loving this. All except Iris who looks bored out of her mind at this childish taunting.