First lesson.

Not much time passed since my awakening, but my euphoria from joining a magic school, stuffed with magical things, has already evaporated. And disappointment came in return. Inside the Slytherin, two groups of people had already formed - purebred and everyone else. Since groups of children from families of wizards rejected the society of mud-blood wizards, some of these children went to get to know me after seeing my friendly face, expressing kindness and understanding. Even in a past life, I had to learn to wear a mask for a long time, but now it seemed so natural that even I myself sometimes could buy it if I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time.

Of course, I was not an antisocial person, and while I was sitting in the living room waiting for the time when I could go to breakfast I made friends with some. More precisely, how i made friends. Created a favorable opinion of myself and flattered their ego that they are now full-fledged wizards. The children from higher classes looked at me at first, but then they forgot about me.

I realized the real problems on the way out of the dungeons of the Slytherin house. In this school, the enmity between the faculties was already centuries old, and when I met even freshmen who had already been "reasoned" by their elders to stay away from Slytherin, they kept their distance from me.

Faculty is corny for villains. If you're sent to Slytherin, the school is basically saying, "You're a bad kid ... have fun being an asshole shithead."

Now I will have unnecessary difficulties if I want to talk to someone.

The second problem was more serious than the first. As usual, trying to remember everything on my way from the sight of stone columns going up to the ceiling, to pictures in which there were moving figures, I could not help but notice it.

So, Hogwarts basicaly a death trap turned into a school.

Stairs changing direction while you walk.

The steps that disappear and you fall, almost breaking your knees.

The fricking railing is invisible on one of the stairs.

It is strange that in this school no one has yet died from falling from such safe stairs. And for a minute there are one hundred and forty-two stairs. Wobbly, narrow, with traps. That's alot of fun. Kinda.

Yesterday the director generally said that on the third floor, the death of students awaits! And knowing what was locked there, I could not help but wonder why no one had yet penetrated there. Considering that it is locked so badly that the freshmen were able to open it in the book.

On the way to the breakfast room, I tried to remember what was where, but it will take more time. The first lesson was taught by the Dean of Slytherin and I didn't want to be late as I was attracted to potions. I bought a bunch of ingredients in the alley, but I don't know how to use them since there are no basics. But I still don't regret the gold spent.

Entering the hall, I immediately went to the faculty table looking at people and immediately came across suspicious individuals. Whispering and giggling, the two redheads looked at the Slytherin table as if they were waiting for something. Sitting down, I remembered who they were and began to carefully examine the table in search of suspicious food. Immediately highlighting the wrapped candies, I realized that elves would not put homemade wrapped candies as breakfast. Taking myself some juice and some kind of cake, at the same time I scooped up a hand full of sweets in case they come in handy for me to poison someone. And what they do, I now need to find out on a guinea pig. I started breakfast thinking about what to do.

"Good morning" - a senior student sat next to me. Pulling her brown hair back, she adjusted the headman's badge and began to eat.

"Morning. My first lesson with Professor Snape - any tips? " - stuffing a large piece of pie in my mouth, I began to chew it while waiting for an answer.

While picking up some vegetables and some more pie, apparently observing a diet, she examined me, "Freshman? Nothing bad will happen if you don't be late for the lesson and do not interrupt him. Our dean is kind to us. "

"Got it, thanks for the advice. By the way, my name is Samuel Holmes. Can you please pass that plate of sandwiches? " - I introduced myself to her.

"Gemma Farley. Bon Appetit." - having finished and passed the plate, she switched to food, observing etiquette.

"Thank you." - taking a sandwich, I put down the plate. The reason why I asked for a sandwich was not that I wanted it. It was more of a psychological trick. Having given me a thing and knowing my name, she will instinctively feel as if she has invested something into me of her own free will. An image of the patroness has already formed in her brain, and as long as I communicate well with her and greet her, she can be my compensation plan. It is always helpful to have one rope. The main thing is to pull it on time. Now i don't need to bother a lot, enough to lay the foundation.

There were screams and the Dean of Gryffindor ran quickly to the table. Looking in the direction of the screams, I saw a student at Slytherin's table with endless snot flowing from his nose. Grimacing, I lost my appetite, like so many others. Loud laughter rang out from the Gryffindor table, and looking around I noticed the joyful Weasley twins, famous for their pranks.

When I finished, I picked up the time and wedged myself into a group of Slytherin freshmen who were leaving the hall leaving food. Ahead was a guy whom I had met in the living room this morning. After greeting me, the guy in front continued to tell how his family was in France and his mother almost kicked out his father for some reason a day later. Having grinned, realizing why this happened because Veels lived in france, I continued to listen as we walked. Surprisingly, the guy knew where to go, and we went down into the dungeons for our first lesson. The dean was not yet there, and it was ten minutes before the lesson. It was cool in the office. On the shelves on the walls were a variety of alcoholic animals that I could not help but look at.

Sitting at the tables, I pretended to be a character of the crowd by asking the guy's adventures in France. Thirteen minutes later, everyone sat down except for two characters. Three minutes had passed since the beginning of the lesson and finally the door opened and Ron and Harry ran in.

"Two doves are late," Malfoy whispered softly and the Slytherins laughed.

Looking for a joker, Professor Snape was looking for someone to scold, but seeing that it was a Slytherin ignored the joke and switched to Ron and Harry.

"And so you two deigned to come at last to the lesson. I have to make the whole class wait until you two finally honor us with your presence, Mr. Potter. Glory hit you in the head that you decided that you are above my lesson? And you, I didn't expect anything else from the Weasleys. "

Ron blushed that even in five rows I could see it.

"Quickly sit at your desks. Minus 10 points from Gryffindor for being late. " - without even honoring them with a glance, he got up from the table and walked to the board with a book.

After a quick census, noting everyone, he put the book aside and spoke after a pause, creating an atmosphere.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. " - stopping for a second, looking at the students, he fixed his gaze on Poter, who was writing down his words. Or he did something else with a pen.

"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!" - Slowly, as if floating, waving his cloak, he walked like a ghost to Harry's table. Well, apparently Harry wasn't writing the professor's words.

"Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" - Asking the question, he did not take his eyes off Harry like a hawk.

Embarrassed, Harry said nothing, and now, when more than a dozen eyes of the whole class were staring at him, he was clearly embarrassed under the professor's attack.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? "

"I don't know sir" - somehow quietly he whispered.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know sir," he replied. Remembering what was in the book, I was expecting his joke about jumping Hermione, who had something stuck in one place right now. But Harry remained silent and continued to defiantly look Snape in the eye. Oh idiot ... Looking the master legelement in the eye. However, again, how does he know about the wizard world.

"Such a pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter? " - Returning to the board in silence, he continued.

"For your information Potter, Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draft of the 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 Wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite. Well, why aren't you all copying this down? " - his eyes went over me, but apparently the fact that I was a Slytherin and wrote down his words did not attract his attention and he continued to examine other students. The feeling was like Sauron's eye moved over me.

"10 points from Gryffindor for not bothering to open a book before arriving at school. On the board is the simplest single-use recipe that a monkey can handle. Each step is described in detail and at the end of the lesson I will decide whether you have the talent of a potion master or you are just mediocrity. You have forty-two minutes left to make the potion. " - Turning around, he sat down on a chair and taking a feather began to write something. The students began to flutter and began to delve into the recipe and the class came to life.

Snape takes points from Gryffindor because a little kid who just found out he's wizard, like, day ago, doesn't know all the answers to the wizard questions. Conclusion - Snape is a dick.

After rewriting the recipe quickly with a feather, I made a note to buy normal pens for the next year. The feathers were too uncomfortable and not practical.

Meanwhile, Snape finished writing something and stood up and waved his wand. Rolls of cloth flew out of the ingredient cabinet, and ingredients appeared in front of each student. After choosing the right ones, I got to work. Snape walked between desks and I could not help but admit that he is at the same time a disgusting teacher, but an excellent Potions Master. His advice was really helpful and listening to how he scolded others, I instantly corrected myself. After measuring the weight of the bone powder, I poured it out carefully and began to stir as in the instructions.

Time passed not noticeably and without receiving a single report from Snape, I was pleased. As in the instructions, the potion was thick and smelled like forest moss.

When I finished, I removed the cauldron from the fire and put out the fire with a stick.

When at last Snape began to pass and scold everyone for any mistake, I noticed how he destroyed the wrong made potions with his wand. Finally, he reached a blonde girl in a Slytherin uniform and snorted out a bottle. The bottle was like bottomless. After filling it with a potion, he congratulated the girl.

"At least someone has brains. Your potion has been perfectly prepared and will go to Madam Pomfrey. "

When he finally reached me, he looked into the cauldron assessing.

"Mister Samuel. You added the juice of one leech or three. " - looking at me escalating the situation as if I was guilty. But this will not work with me, and with a smile I calmly answered.

"Four professors, as you wrote in the sixteenth paragraph of the instruction."

With a nod, he pulled out his wand and waved, taking the potion. Technically the ingredients are his so it's entirely his discretion. I would have done the same and would not throw away good potions, but use them. This is what we call efficiency.

However, Snape did not go to the next table and gave me a curious quick glance. Even though my glasses protected me from legitimation through my eyes, I still felt it. Unlike Dumbledore's massive attack, which I barely discerned since I had only been practicing for two days, this one I could definitely recognize and defend against.

"Something is wrong?" I asked him in a calm voice.

"Clear your desk after you when I have tested your potion." - as if not noticing my question, he went on without even showing a single emotion.

"Damn Sam, how did you make the potion like that?" - Richard, my deskmate admired.

"According to the instructions." - I answered shortly and proceeded to quickly clear the table to leave the classroom. In my head, I was still wondering why Snape wanted to get into my head. As a Legiliment, I understand temptation very well. After all, I practiced on foreign books and partly began to understand the essence behind such incidents. That's why I have glasses. They simultaneously protect me and others from my curiosity. I can't do anything right now against this attack except for defending myself, but with time I will make him wig his tale. He can be a very valuable pawn.

The lesson ended and after flying out of the office with tons of homework, I opened the paper with a list of classrooms and went to the next lesson.