Harry and Ron had been arguing about the trước đó day's Quidditch fiasco for hours already bởi the time they reached Potions that morning. They weren't late, but Snape was in a foul mood nonetheless.
But then...Snape was always in a foul mood.
"Ah, Potter. Delighted bạn and Weasley could make it to class on time. After yesterday, I had thought it impossible."
"Oh, bloody hell, here we go," Ron đã đưa ý kiến under his breath. "Now we've got pug-nose Parkinson tittering at us." Harry and Hermione both stared at him, and Hermione was not pleased. "Ronald Weasley, that's an awful thing to say!" She tried to...