Snape prowled through the classroom. As usual, he came to a stop in front of Harry's cauldron and gave a sneer. "Potter... why does your Shrinking Potion look so thin? Like mouthwash a Troll uses first thing in the morning?"
Seamus Finnigan peeled open the candy wrapper of his "Focus Toffee," carefully watching Snape's expression while also glancing at Harry's Shrinking Potion.
At least as far as he could tell, Harry's Shrinking Potion was coming along smoothly. The color the potion was showing now was exactly the color written on the blackboard. There was no problem at all.
Harry did not look up, nor did he argue. He kept his focus on brewing the Shrinking Potion, reached out, picked up a bottle of light-brown Potion Ingredients, and steadily dripped two drops into the cauldron.
"How about now?" He picked up a spoon and stirred the cauldron. The potion's color did not change, but it did indeed become somewhat thicker.
"Flobberworm mucus?" A trace of extremely faint surprise slipped into his tone. "Tell me why you did that."
Harry raised his eyes and looked straight at Snape. "I learned it from Magical Tuning: Introduction to Potions."
"As for the full reason, I can't recite it. I can only explain it according to my own understanding."
"You'll take points from me for that anyway, so go ahead! As long as I can hand in a qualified Shrinking Potion before class ends, that's good enough."
Seamus Finnigan seized the opening and quickly stuffed the sweet into his mouth.
He had not even managed to chew twice before he heard Harry's words, and under the table, he could not help secretly giving him a thumbs-up.
As expected of Harry, who had fought Snape year-round. He had actually grown to this point. Not only had