The other students around them all lowered their heads, pretending to work diligently on their potions, though their eyes kept darting over.
Snape's Potions lessons were dull enough as it was. Now that there was some entertainment, everyone perked up.
"If only we could watch a show like this every day. I'd gladly sit through Potions all day long!"
Harry and Ron both glared angrily at Malfoy, thinking what a nuisance he was.
Not only did he keep coming over uninvited, he stuck to them like glue. They couldn't shake him off, and it was infuriating.
"Enough, Malfoy," Harry said impatiently. "You can have the daisy roots I've chopped. Stop bothering Silan."
"You've chopped them wrong. They might be far less effective if you use them in a potion." Malfoy curled his lip disdainfully, then turned back to stare at Silan.
At the front of the classroom, Snape frowned in irritation. He rose and walked over to Malfoy, towering over him as he said coldly, "If your head still isn't clear, you may continue staying in the Hospital Wing. If you intend to attend class, behave yourself and stop disrupting the lesson."
"Sir, my father and you..."
Caught completely off guard, Malfoy flushed in shock and tried to appeal to his father's relationship with Snape.
"Your father isn't here," Snape said coldly. "You injured your head, not your arms."
"Now, either chop your own roots or go back to the Hospital Wing."
"Yes... sir."
Seeing Snape's grim expression, Malfoy shrank back and fumbled for his Silver Dagger before beginning to chop the roots.
The students around them whispered to one another.
"Tsk, tsk. Poor Malfoy."
"If you ask me, Prewett seems to matter much more than Malfoy. Look how furious Malfoy is."
"Of course. I heard Prewett always gets an