"What classes do we have today, anyway?"
Harry took out his timetable and muttered to himself.
Then he said hesitantly,
"We have two Potions classes with Slytherin. I heard Snape especially favors students from his own House, and he has a bad temper too."
Darren shook his head and said disapprovingly,
"You should call him Professor Snape. The professor is actually very gentle."
At least, he was toward Darren.
As for Harry...
Ahem, better not say too much.
The fact that Harry could survive in Snape's hands was already Snape's greatest respect for their mother, Lily.
"Fine, fine, Professor Snape."
Harry said helplessly.
At this point, he had no idea that Potions might become his most hated subject in the future.
Potions was held in an underground classroom.
The place was cold and gloomy.
Jars and bottles lined the surrounding walls, filled with animal specimens.
The sight was eerie and frightening.
As usual, Darren sat at the very back of the Slytherin side.
Cassandra sat beside him.
Because of her aloof personality, just like Darren, no one dared sit with her.
Darren had no intention of trying to strike up a conversation with her either.
He had realized that Miss Vole might indeed have a high degree of affection for him, but it was the sort of affection one had for a toy.
She always wanted him to become the target of public criticism.
But when it came to overly serious threats, such as Harry making him leave the Slytherin table at breakfast, she was unwilling to let that happen.
In fact, every Slytherin was looking at Darren as though they were saying, "We'll deal with you tonight."
That included Becky and Miss Cassandra.
Even Malfoy wore a gleefully malicious expression.
Anyone else would probably have been unable to