Chapter 639: Professor Darcie
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class."
Professor Snape almost glided on the floor, his dark cloak billowing behind him like gusts of black wind.
He did not look at Darcie, who had begun attending ingredients seated on the table at the front of the class.
Approaching the lectern, he leaned on it and eyed the first years with his black, beady eyes.
Harry looked at Black and noticed his friend shared the color with Snape. He didn't know what to make of it, though.
It was cold down here, in the dungeons.
The walls of the potions classroom were lined with jars of glass with different colored liquids.
In those liquids, parts of animals were suspended. Some eyes were even blinking, staring hard at the students as if it were the children who had bottled them away.
Not to mention, it was dark.
Cold dark, dimming candles, and Professor Snape. The three seemed to go well together, it felt.
Like Professor McGonagall, Snape possessed a way with the students, keeping them quiet, and at the edge of their seats, without needing to ask for it.