I have to state one thing clearly for the record: I am not happy about being in the N.E.W.T. Potions class. Thanks to Hermione's reminder at breakfast today about the essay that's due to Snape on the very first day of class, I am no longer able to keep that fact out of my mind.
When I opened my O.W.L. results, I was ready to be both angry and relieved by not getting an Outstanding on the Potions exam, but somehow, I did. I, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Snape Would Love to Feed to Rabid Flobber Worms, not only passed my Potions O.W.L., but got a high enough grade to allow me to have a chance of being an auror someday, assuming that I find a way to survive two more years of Snape and do well enough to earn a N.E.W.T. I knew I did better without Snape's nose in my cauldron, but an Outstanding? If I didn't know her better, I might think that Professor McGonagall had stepped in on my behalf after her impassioned performance at my career guidance session.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be researching the magical properties of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, but all I've found so far are Muggle recipes and a song by some Muggle group that Hermione had heard on the radio a few times.
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