Poor Harry

After the potion was distributed, ten additional wolf orcs joined Wick's group. That night, under their leadership, the werewolf descendants departed from the Forbidden Forest, their home for decades, and began working for Artel, seeking more allies.

Artel wasn't concerned about finding them; using the Isil spar to locate Wick was sufficient. With that information, he could Apparate instantly to their location.

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The following day marked the official reopening of Hogwarts.

As it was Thursday, Artel and his companions had Potions class with Snape. Harry wore a somber expression during the meal, already anticipating Snape's taunts after class.

Hermione seemed equally displeased, expressing her frustration about why Potions was their first class. Potions was her least favorite subject, even more so than History of Magic, given Snape's tendency to find excuses to deduct points from Gryffindor.

"Have you all reviewed the material for today's class? Professor Snape will likely ask questions," Hermione inquired during breakfast.

"We've gone over it—the twelve uses of dragon's blood, how to handle black root grass juice, and the extraction of Frobe caterpillar mucus," Neville listed the topics, with nods from Harry and Ron.

"If he asks a question, we can raise our hands to answer. That way, he'll have to give us extra points," Hermione suggested. She had heard that Harry Potter had lost fifty points during the Christmas holidays, and determined not to let Gryffindor's standing in the House Cup suffer further, Hermione was ready to challenge Snape.

After dinner, the group headed to the dungeons for class. Hermione chatted and laughed with Artel along the way, but upon entering the classroom, the oppressive atmosphere silenced her, and she took a seat next to Artel in quiet contemplation.

Not long after all the students had assembled, Snape entered the classroom, his expression stern beneath a black robe.

After ensuring that no students were absent, Snape calmly opened the textbook.

"Can anyone tell me…"

Before Snape could complete his sentence, Hermione eagerly raised her hand. The other students, including Snape, ignored her outright, thinking it was another one of her usual responses.

To Snape's surprise, both Harry and Ron also raised their hands.

"Oh?"

Snape frowned, his gaze shifting to Harry.

"So, Harry, can you tell me what ingredients are needed for the Oblivion Potion?"

Harry Potter: "..."

Isn't it the twelve uses of dragon's blood?

Isn't that what to do with blackroot juice?

Isn't that how to extract the mucus of the Flobber caterpillar?

What is Oblivion Potion?

Ron, wide-eyed, swiftly lowered his raised hand. Only Hermione persisted, her hand still held high.

"Seems like you don't know," Snape remarked indifferently, then sneered at Harry.

"Harry Potter, five points deducted for your recklessness and pushiness for Gryffindor! Now, everyone, open your books. In this lesson, we're going to learn how to deal with blackroot sap!

"It's not fair!"

Upon hearing Snape's words, Harry clenched his fists. Although he wanted to protest, he didn't dare argue with Snape. Silently clenching his fists, he muttered a few curse words against Snape in his mind.

After class, Snape shook his greasy hair and swiftly left the room like a gust of wind.

The students collectively exhaled in relief, thinking they had escaped further trouble. However, Harry and Ron, in their muttering, began venting their frustration about Snape.

Harry's initial joy over Snape forgetting to punish him was short-lived. Snape, as swift as the wind, returned with an indifferent smile, addressing Harry.

"Harry Potter~ I don't think you've forgotten that you have to clean the prefect's bathroom for three days in a row... Also, if you want to get your confiscated items back, go to my office and write a review!"

Snape's mention of the confiscated items, particularly the Invisibility Cloak, triggered unpleasant memories associated with Harry's father. However, Dumbledore's insistence forced Snape to return the cloak to Harry temporarily, emphasizing that it was an inheritance from James Potter.

"I see, Professor," Harry replied somberly.

Snape snorted coldly, swirled his black robe, and departed once more.

"Phew…"

The young wizards collectively sighed with relief, and the classroom regained its liveliness as students packed up to leave the dim confines.

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