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Just
as
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
had
predicted
,
Snape
could
hardly
have
set
them
a
more
difficult
,
fiddly
potion
.
The
ingredients
had
to
be
added
to
the
cauldron
in
precisely
the
right
order
and
quantities
;
the
mixture
had
to
be
stirred
exactly
the
right
number
of
times
,
firstly
in
clockwise
,
then
in
anti-clockwise
directions
;
the
heat
of
the
flames
on
which
it
was
simmering
had
to
be
lowered
to
exactly
the
right
level
for
a
specific
number
of
minutes
before
the
final
ingredient
was
added
.
'
A
light
silver
vapour
should
now
be
rising
from
your
potion
,
'
called
Snape
,
with
ten
minutes
left
to
go
.
Harry
,
who
was
sweating
profusely
,
looked
desperately
around
the
dungeon
.
His
own
cauldron
was
issuing
copious
amounts
of
dark
grey
steam
;
Ron
's
was
spitting
green
sparks
.
Seamus
was
feverishly
prodding
the
flames
at
the
base
of
his
cauldron
with
the
tip
of
his
wand
,
as
they
seemed
to
be
going
out
.
The
surface
of
Hermione
's
potion
,
however
,
was
a
shimmering
mist
of
silver
vapour
,
and
as
Snape
swept
by
he
looked
down
his
hooked
nose
at
it
without
comment
,
which
meant
he
could
find
nothing
to
criticise
.
At
Harry
's
cauldron
,
however
,
Snape
stopped
,
and
looked
down
at
it
with
a
horrible
smirk
on
his
face
.
'
Potter
,
what
is
this
supposed
to
be
?
'
The
Slytherins
at
the
front
of
the
class
all
looked
up
eagerly
;
they
loved
hearing
Snape
taunt
Harry
.
'
The
Draught
of
Peace
,
'
said
Harry
tensely
.
'
Tell
me
,
Potter
,
'
said
Snape
softly
,
'
can
you
read
?
'
Draco
Malfoy
laughed
.
'
Yes
,
I
can
,
'
said
Harry
,
his
fingers
clenched
tightly
around
his
wand
.
