Harry Potter Enshrouded

Adrian woke up early the next morning, and immediately headed to the Room of Requirement. Yesterday before sleeping, he had envisioned the incantations, the subtle movements of the wand, and the precise formulation of the energy he was going to attempt channeling today.

As he reached the Room of Requirement, Adria had decided what he would name the spell he was attempting to create. Involvus, a spell which would be a combination of stupefy and confundo.

Adrian raised his wand, the air thick with concentration.

"Involvus!"

The spell released a burst of energy, but it lacked the punch Adrian had hoped for. His eyes narrowed in disappointment as he thought about how he could improve it. "It needs more precision," he murmured. "I'm not targeting the mind and body correctly."

He spent the next hour refining the incantation and adjusting the wand movements. Every mistake was a learning experience and soon, he came closer to achieving the fuson between mental and physical anguish.

By the time the early bells rang, signaling the approach of breakfast, Adrian felt he was getting closer to his goal. He still estimated another week to complete perfecting this spell.

The morning passed in a blur of food,a brief conversation with Draco and Theodore, and the usual hustle of getting ready for classes. The bell soon rang as the Slytherins had potions with the Gryffindors.

Descending into the dungeons for Potions class felt like stepping into a cold and damp cave.. The air smelled of ancient herbs, cauldrons, and an odd mix of chemicals. The long tables were set up in neat rows, and the students filed in, taking their seats with unease due to the gloomy atmosphere. Adrian wondered how Snape liked such a gloomy atmosphere. Maybe it was because he lost Lily ?

The class went silent as the door slammed shut behind them, and Snape swept to the front of the room, his black robes fluttering around him. He turned to face the class, his cold eyes scanning the crowd bringing a sense of fear.

Adrian was finally going to see it. The iconic scene where Snape first interacts with Potter. He knew that just seeing this scene was going to bring him jolts of excitement.

Suddenly Snape spoke in a soft and deep voice.

"There will be no silly wand waving or incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect any of you to appreciate the subtle science or art that potion making is, however, that for those select few that possess the predisposition. He paused before continuing; the atmosphere becoming tense" I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory and even stopper death. If only you guys aren't those dunderheads who I usually teach.

Snape suddenly stopped before staring at Harry. "Potter," he sneered, his lips curling with anger, "you are our new celebrity. Let's see if your fame has come with any knowledge of potions, or if it's simply as empty as your head."

Harry gulped,hoping to take some breaths to calm himself down. His breath never came as soon, Snape barked his first question.

"Potter, what would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry froze, his face pale. He glanced at Hermione, who was already looking at him expectantly. He opened his mouth but quickly closed it again.

Snape's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Don't tell me Miss Granger knows more about your own education than you do, Potter."

Without waiting for Harry to answer, Snape continued. "Five points from Gryffindor."

"Next question, Potter," Snape said as his voice dripped with sarcasm. "Where would you find a bezoar?"

Harry opened his mouth again, but Snape raised a hand to stop him. "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Sir Hermione knows the answer maybe, you could ask her?" said Potter

"Shut up Potter! You do not tell me what to do. Twenty points of Gryffindor for contradicting the professor.

The class sat in silence as for the first time, everyone felt fear. Snape was like a monster to most, especially the Gryffindors. Neville Longbottom shuddered in fear as he thought of the consequences of him messing anything up.

Soon, Snape turned his gaze to Adrian, who was watching the entire exchange with mild interest.

"Ah, Blackthorn," Snape sneered. "Since Potter seems incapable of answering even the most basic questions, let us see if you're any better."

Adrian didn't flinch under Snape's icy stare. He simply met the Potions Master's gaze and nodded. "I'll give it a try, Professor."

"Very well," Snape said. "Answer me these questions correctly, and I might reconsider my opinion of you."

Adrian straightened knowing that Snape never approves anybody. Nonetheless, he was going to try his best.

"First question, Blackthorn: What would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"The Draught of Living Death, Professor," Adrian replied confidently. "It's a potion that causes an almost irreversible state of unconsciousness, often likened to a deep coma."

Snape's eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he gave a curt nod, though it was clear he wasn't impressed.

"Correct," he muttered. "Next."

Adrian continued. "A bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat. It's an antidote that can cure almost any poison if taken in time."

"Correct," Snape said again, his voice slightly colder. "And now for the final question."

Adrian was ready. He had memorized his Potions textbooks and knew this one well.

"The difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, Professor, is that monkshood or aconite, is highly toxic and can be fatal whereas, wolfsbane is the magical counterpart. When properly prepared, wolfsbane can help treat lycanthropy, preventing the transformation during the full moon."

There was a moment of silence. Snape stared at Adrian, his expression unreadable. How could a first year know about the Wolfsbane potion? After all, Belby was still in the process of developing it "Correct," Snape said coldly. "I am not in the habit of praising students, Blackthorn, but you seem to be an exception."

Adrian sat on his seat feeling happy that his previous knowlege had helped him out. Snape soon headed towards the blackboard as the class, felt a tinge of unease.