After classes, Harry was indeed kept behind by Professor Snape to brew the Clear Cognition Potion.
Perhaps Harry cursed Snape under his breath, thinking the professor was deliberately targeting him. After all, not many students in class could manage to brew this potion.
People like Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy had made an absolute mess of it too.
But in Professor Snape's eyes, they might as well not have existed.
The only reflection in his eyes was Harry Potter.
Well, poor Harry really was being deliberately targeted.
And so, on this sunlit afternoon, only Draco and Hermione were left in the hollow by the Animal Paddock at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
In fact, this sort of thing wasn't unusual.
To avoid interfering with his daily magic lessons with Anton, Draco had already resigned as captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, giving up the sport completely.
Truthfully, Draco had never been all that passionate about Quidditch.
He had practiced before starting school because he'd thought a family heir ought to know how to drive a supercar to be impressive. Then, at school, he'd stuck with it for the glory of his family. He hadn't wanted to give up the chance to earn honors in the sport, much less disappoint his parents, who had such high hopes for him.
But really, could a Quidditch Match compare with the Top 100 Tournament? Was practicing with the house team more important than learning from Anton?
Even a fool would know which to choose, wouldn't he?
Heh~
The truth was, Haa~rry~ Po~tter! often didn't show up either. He went to train with the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, practicing their tactics.
Everyone had their own ambitions. Anton didn't force him, merely reminding Harry earnestly to pay close attention to the determination to pursue a goal that