𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 (Hermione Granger)

Chapter Two

LEHLA AND HERMIONE SAT IN CLASS AS Harry and Ron were late. The two looked back when they heard the door open, rolling their eyes when they saw the boys. They ran to their seats before Ron spoke. "Whew. We made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" McGonagall then changed back into her normal self, discarding the cat, then walked towards the boys. "That was bloody brilliant!"

"Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way, one of you might be on time."

"We got lost," Harry explained.

"Then perhaps a map?" McGonagall suggested. "I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

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THE DOOR TO POTIONS CLASS SLAMMED OPEN and all the students turned to see Professor Snape walking through the door. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few... who possess the predisposition... I can teach you to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle game, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention."

Hermione nudged Harry with her elbow and nodded her head at Snape, signaling for him to pay attention. Harry put his quill away and looked at Snape.

"Mr. Potter... our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Instead of Harry answering, Hermione instantly gasped and raised her hand. Harry shook his head, telling him he knew nothing. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Again, instead of Harry answering, Hermione gasped and raised her hand.

"I-I don't know, sir," Harry quietly said.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Hermione's hand stayed up.

"I don't know, sir," he said quietly.

"Pity," Snape said quietly. "Clearly, fame isn't everything. Is it, Mr. Potter?"

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DURING LUNCH, Seamus kept practicing spells at the Gryffindor table. It wasn't working and Harry was confused. "W-what's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" he asked Ron.

"Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday...before..."

Seamus's spell exploded right on his face. Everyone started laughing before the owls started screeching. "Ah! Mail's here." Almost everyone for something, except for Harry and Lehla. Harry asked to borrow Ron's Daily Prophet before looking through it.

"Hey, look, Neville's got a Remembrall," Dean pointed out.

"I've read about those," Hermione spoke. "When the smoke turns red it means you've forgotten something." The smoke turned red.

"The only problem is I can't remember what I've forgotten," Neville said. Lehla turned to Hermione and looked at her with a look of curiosity.

"How do you remember everything into that head of yours?" Hermione shrugged as they both listened to Harry.

"Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen. 'Believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins while acknowledging the breach insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that very same day.' That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to."