Hogwarts i am snape

"Alright, listen up, everyone!" Professor Slughorn declared after explaining Gamp's Third Law of Transfiguration. 

"Each of you is to come to the front and take a small vial. You must concoct the antidote to its contents before class ends. Good luck, and for Merlin's sake, don't forget your protective gloves!" 

The students rose and surged towards the podium. 

Snape, too, grabbed a small vial from the front, uncorked it, and poured the vibrant blue-purple poison into his cauldron. With a flick of his wand, a blue flame whooshed to life beneath it. 

He began by silently murmuring Scarpin's Revelaspell. As the incantation took effect, the shadows of various ingredients slowly separated within the poison. Then, carefully observing the potion's reactions, and after a precise procedure and rigorous craft, he swiftly uncovered the hidden additional components. 

When Slughorn made his first round and instinctively peered into Snape's cauldron, a look of astonishment flashed across his face, but he quickly composed himself, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked away. 

"Lost your favor?" Abbot, who had just cleaned out the murky, rotten-egg-smelling liquid from his own cauldron, was now idly glancing around. "Why isn't the old Potions master praising you anymore?" 

"Have a heart for the old man's fragile sensibilities, Abbot," Snape said, not even looking up as he continued to wave his wand over his cauldron. "If you were him, it would be a feat just to be here teaching us." 

Under a gentle simmer, tendrils of white smoke rose from the cauldron, carrying a delightful aroma. Snape's antidote brewing was nearing its completion. 

"Do you want to earn marks for this class?" He turned to Abbot. "Go grab a bezoar from the storage cabinet; the old Potions master will give you points for it." 

"A bezoar?" Abbot looked utterly bewildered. "What good is that?" 

"Seriously, mate?" Snape asked, a hint of surprise in his voice, as he carefully poured the antidote, containing eighty-one ingredients, into a crystal vial. "Don't you ever read books? A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, a powerful, universal antidote." 

"Are you talking about Advanced Potion-Making and Advanced Runes Translation and those sorts of books?" Abbot scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "Those are just covers. Inside, I've got Play-Wizard from the school's black market." 

"What?!" Snape's face instantly contorted into a scowl. "Such a good find, and you've been keeping it to yourself? How could you?!" 

"Two minutes, everyone!" Professor Slughorn's booming voice rang out again. 

"I'll share it with you when we get back," Abbot said, then scrambled towards the storage cabinet. He fumbled frantically inside, pushing aside piles of dried herbs, and finally, in the innermost corner, found a small cardboard box. 

Inside were clumps of brownish bezoars, looking like dried kidneys. Abbot grabbed one, then hastily returned the box to the cabinet and quickly walked back to his seat. 

"Time... is... up—" 

"BANG!" 

A loud explosion interrupted Slughorn's words. 

Pandora's cauldron had exploded. 

The potion inside splashed everywhere like fireworks, and the scalding liquid splattered onto students, making them shriek in pain. 

"Silence!" Slughorn bellowed, frantically waving his wand. 

A flash of white light swept away the potion splashed on the floor and on the students. 

"Fifty points from Ravenclaw! Prefects! Take the injured students to the Hospital Wing immediately! This class is now concluded!" 

Slughorn and the prefects hurried off, supporting the injured students. 

Snape, Abbot, and Pandora then emerged from beneath their desks, completely unharmed. 

"My points!" Abbot cried out, looking after the retreating figure of the old Potions Master. 

"That was terrifying," Pandora said, still shaken. "Good thing I reacted quickly and hid when things looked bad." 

"Good thing we saw you hide and immediately realized something was amiss, so we followed suit," Snape said, looking at the remnants of the exploded cauldron. "Where did you get that cauldron?" 

"It's an import," Pandora explained. "Even though the bottom is a bit thin, it's much cheaper than the domestic ones." 

"The quality of these imported cauldrons is truly dreadful," Snape said, picking up his satchel and heading out of the classroom. "Still, you'll have to endure the hazards of thin-bottomed, fragile cauldrons for a while longer. No wizard has yet been willing to write a lengthy report examining cauldron bottom thickness..." 

Days passed, and soon it was February. 

Hogwarts Castle awakened from its winter slumber, the surrounding snow melted, replaced by tender green shoots of grass. 

Pristine white clouds floated high above the castle, sometimes swirling, sometimes dissipating. The pleasant weather made the grounds dry and comfortable. 

The first Apparition class, long awaited by the sixth-year students, was held on the grounds in front of the castle. This lesson was scheduled for a Saturday morning to avoid interfering with regular classes. 

The students eagerly arrived on the grass early, gathering within a large circle cordoned off with white ropes. 

Apart from the seventh-years, almost all the students from other years stood outside the circle, whispering to each other with curiosity and excitement. 

After a while, the castle gates opened, and four Heads of Houses emerged, accompanied by a small wizard. This unfamiliar wizard must be the Apparition instructor from the Ministry of Magic. 

Once they arrived, everyone immediately separated by house, gathering before Professors McGonagall, Slughorn, Flitwick, and Sprout. 

The instructor's skin was alarmingly pale, his eyelashes almost transparent, and his hair as fine as silk, giving him an ethereal quality, as if a gentle breeze could whisk him away. 

"Is he so frail because he uses Apparition and Disapparition so often?" a Gryffindor boy whispered to his companion. 

"Perhaps such a delicate build is naturally suited for Apparition," his companion said, pushing up his spectacles, offering his own guess. 

"Good morning," the Ministry wizard began after the students had lined up and the four Heads of Houses had called for silence. "My name is Wilkie Twycross. 

"Over the next twelve weeks, I will be your Apparition instructor, and I hope to help you prepare for the crucial Apparition Test. 

"I sincerely hope that by then, many of you will be skilled enough to take this test." 

"As you all should know, Apparition and Disapparition are normally forbidden at Hogwarts." 

Twycross paused slightly, then continued, "However, to allow you to practice properly, the Headmaster has specially lifted the charm, removing this restriction for one hour. Of course, only within this large circle. 

"I must emphasize, no one is to Apparate outside this white circle. Anyone who attempts to do so should probably visit St. Mungo's for a check-up."