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Although yes, when he's not swearing, he's talking to the point. The problem is that he swears around Harry all the time. It would be nice if a friend's hands grew out of his ass, but no. Although maybe it pisses him off that a friend can't calculate the proportions of the added ingredients? As I noticed, I started counting myself. Although I'm trying to improve him, my friend has serious problems with math. He even asked Hermione to send him a textbook from her school. She collects books in general. Well, as it got better with calculations, so Snape began to cling less. Although every lesson is sarcastically passed over it anyway. Especially the hair sticking out in all directions. Just like Hermione's hair. I'm making potions in a bandana.
"It's a drug that turns one person into another." Hermione ignored the barb. "We can turn into one of the Slytherins, and no one will recognize us. You see, Malfoy will blurt out something: he likes to brag."
"I don't like your idea," I said, frowning. "What if we stay Slytherins forever?"
"Nonsense," Hermione waved her hand impatiently, "The effect of the potion is wearing off soon. But how do I get the recipe? Snape said it was in the book Powerful Potions. And it's probably kept in a Special section of the school library."
In the Special Section, books were given out only with the written permission of the teacher.
"So how do we get permission?" I asked dejectedly. "Who would believe that we need a book for nothing? Any fool would understand that we want to cook something like that."
"We can say that we are very interested in the theory of composing potions...."
"Well, yes! You'll fool our professors, of course!" I objected. "Unless there's a complete idiot."
Stop.. An idiot? Yes, we have an idiot here who leads the way. It remains to get him an autograph. But he's not exactly a moron, is he?
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