Harry and Ron had been arguing about the precedente day's Quidditch fiasco for hours already da the time they reached Potions that morning. They weren't late, but Snape was in a foul mood nonetheless.
But then...Snape was always in a foul mood.
"Ah, Potter. Delighted te and Weasley could make it to class on time. After yesterday, I had thought it impossible."
"Oh, bloody hell, here we go," Ron detto under his breath. "Now we've got pug-nose Parkinson tittering at us." Harry and Hermione both stared at him, and Hermione was not pleased. "Ronald Weasley, that's an awful thing to say!" She tried to...
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