Outside a Muggle pharmaceutical factory, Professor Snape wore his customary black robes, his figure gloomy and aloof. He said nothing more, simply standing quietly to one side, his icy bearing like a block of solid ice that instantly froze the air around him.
The young wizards lowered their heads, all wondering how much of their Potions Class homework they still had left to write.
Only Harry tilted his head up to look at Professor Snape. Unfortunately, Professor Snape was not looking at him just then, but at Douglas beside him.
Originally, Snape had not wanted to come at all, but after Headmaster Dumbledore's repeated persuasion and entreaties, in order to advance potion-making processes at Hogwarts and even throughout the Wizarding World, he, Severus Snape, had reluctantly agreed to set foot in a Muggle pharmaceutical workshop to observe and learn what was distinctive about Muggle pharmaceutical techniques.
Douglas greeted him enthusiastically:
"Good morning, Professor. I'm very pleased to see you here... ahem, aren't you going to say hello?"
At Douglas's words, the surrounding students' mouths twitched. Forcing down their complicated feelings about seeing Professor Snape here, they offered their greetings one by one:
"Good morning, P-Professor Snape..."
Their voices were low and mechanical. Clearly, no one dared or wanted to say "I'm very pleased to see you here" against their conscience.
Professor Snape stood there, his black cloak stirring slightly in the wind, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He coldly surveyed the listless students, a contemptuous sneer forming on his lips:
"This is how you represent Hogwarts? Had I known, I should simply have brought those well-trained, disciplined Slytherin students. In light of your performance, twenty points from Gryffindor, and ten each from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw..."
Harry stepped forward without hesitation, a challenging gleam in his eyes:
"This isn't