Ron's voice began to tremble uncontrollably. "Why is it... this color?"
"Would you like me to describe it for this blind gentleman?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "It should be a soft pale blue, with a faint fragrance."
"Now, perhaps this blind gentleman can tell me..." He stepped closer, mockery seeping through his icy tone. "Why has it turned out like this?"
Hearing Snape's cold voice, Hermione and Harry almost simultaneously stopped what they were doing and looked up at the podium with concern.
Whether it was because it was too hot beside the cauldron or for some other reason, like nerves, Ron felt sweat continuously beading on his forehead.
Staring at the potion in the cauldron, which had taken on a strange greenish tint, he opened his mouth, but his throat seemed blocked, and he could not say a word.
"Five points from Gryffindor!" Snape announced. "Because I added twice the amount of white lilac petals. If you had continued staring blankly and only added the white lilac petals now, the same thing would have happened."
He flicked his wand at the blackboard, and another line of writing appeared.
As the blackboard gave a series of thumps in warning, he addressed the students in the classroom. "Write down what I have just added! From now on, whenever there is new material, write all of it down!"
At Snape's words, Ron and Harry realized something at the same time and muttered in unison, "Oh! Damn it!"
Clearly, Snape's question had only been the beginning.
As for how many more points would be deducted...
Harry and Ron had already... or rather, had no choice but to stop thinking about it.
After all, for Gryffindor, the House Cup was simply too far out of reach.
If they truly wanted to win the House