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Draco
Malfoy
and
his
friends
Crabbe
and
Goyle
sniggered
behind
their
hands
.
Snape
finished
calling
the
names
and
looked
up
at
the
class
.
His
eyes
were
black
like
Hagrid
's
,
but
they
had
none
of
Hagrid
's
warmth
.
They
were
cold
and
empty
and
made
you
think
of
dark
tunnels
.
"
You
are
here
to
learn
the
subtle
science
and
exact
art
of
potionmaking
,
"
he
began
.
He
spoke
in
barely
more
than
a
whisper
,
but
they
caught
every
word
--
like
Professor
McGonagall
,
Snape
had
the
gift
of
keeping
a
class
silent
without
effort
.
"
As
there
is
little
foolish
wand-waving
here
,
many
of
you
will
hardly
believe
this
is
magic
.
I
do
n't
expect
you
will
really
understand
the
beauty
of
the
softly
simmering
cauldron
with
its
shimmering
fumes
,
the
delicate
power
of
liquids
that
creep
through
human
veins
,
bewitching
the
mind
,
ensnaring
the
senses
...
I
can
teach
you
how
to
bottle
fame
,
brew
glory
,
even
stopper
death
--
if
you
are
n't
as
big
a
bunch
of
dunderheads
as
I
usually
have
to
teach
.
"
More
silence
followed
this
little
speech
.
Harry
and
Ron
exchanged
looks
with
raised
eyebrows
.
Hermione
Granger
was
on
the
edge
of
her
seat
and
looked
desperate
to
start
proving
that
she
was
n't
a
dunderhead
.
"
Potter
!
"
said
Snape
suddenly
.
"
What
would
I
get
if
I
added
powdered
root
of
asphodel
to
an
infusion
of
wormwood
?
"
Powdered
root
of
what
to
an
infusion
of
what
?
Harry
glanced
at
Ron
,
who
looked
as
stumped
as
he
was
;
Hermione
's
hand
had
shot
into
the
air
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
sir
,
"
said
Harry
.
Snape
's
lips
curled
into
a
sneer
.
"
Tut
,
tut
--
fame
clearly
is
n't
everything
.
"
He
ignored
Hermione
's
hand
.
