HP: Is It Wrong To Be A Sociopath In Magical World? [ Chapter 17 ]

"You didn't think to open a book before coming, aye Potter?"

Yeah this was getting a little close to mental bullying, while I'm very aware of it and even will freely admit that I'm completely fine with doing so myself.

Seeing actually in effect on someone I spent enough time with to build a cliche but decently strong connection to was kind of sad.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Ok, this one I wasn't really sure about at all because I think it was at the beginning of the book, but I wasn't sure if it was under the section talking about the same plants but different names, or it was under the section about common look alike plants.

And with that Hermione's hand has now lifted her high enough that she is now standing, though Snape didn't even look in her direction as Harry seemed to finally snap just enough to say out to him.

"I don't know. I think Hermione does though, why don't you try her?" I let a small smirk curl up at the edge of my right lip though Blaise was the only one to notice it, something, I noted, he seemed to pay attention to as he stopped paying attention to Snape and Harry and instead looked back and forth between myself and Harry.

Oh joy, and here I thought I could let something slip, I hope he doesn't let out whatever type of connection he thinks the two of us share. My time in Slytherin is already mildly headache reducing even when I just get into easy to win arguments.

"Sit down! For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death.”

“A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

Cool, so two point five correct is how I'll count that, though Snape did end up taking a point away from Gryffindor because of Harry's 'cheek' but I think that's par for the course in this class if I'm remembering right.

Still, from there everything went mostly smoothly, turns out Blaise is pretty good at Potions and I'm decent enough to not slow us down any.

Though when a cauldron exploded, I was broken out of my peaceful state.

Turns out Neville is really and I mean really bad at potions, long story short he is now in the hospital wing and Harry lost another point for being nearby and not doing anything which I think is a bit stupid but didn't say anything, it wasn't really worth tossing myself on the pyre well I could just walk away and let it burn itself out.

Anyway after a while our potion turned out to be good enough for Snape to only hum with a skeptical look in his eye at it, as he berated everyone else besides Draco's potion.

On the other hand Blaise seemed pretty happy with said result that we got from Snape as he had a light grin on his face.

Most of which seemed to be directed to himself, something I noted is that he has a bit of an ego so getting confirmation that he has done better than the rest didn't exactly help calm that.

But I did note that some of the grin was pointed in my direction. Maybe I'm having some good impact on him, though considering I'm not exactly a good person, that impact might not be the best either.

Well, as the Potion class was let out, I stood up and made my way out while noting the fact that Blaise had disappeared once more as I had walked out of the door from the class room in the dungeon.

He seemed to turn right immediately and from there I hadn't seen him since. I just accepted it happily as I wanted to do something that I would have preferred to be alone anyway.

….

It had been about thirty minutes later and I finally found the kitchen. All I knew from foreknowledge was that it was located under the great hall and that the entrance was a portrait with a fruit bowl on it.

I would have done this earlier but I've either forgotten or just put it off, but I'm getting real sick of that pumpkin juice that is being served during every damn bloody meal.

"What's a student being down here?" The second I had walked into the kitchen in question a house elf immediately ran up to me looking confused, so I just gave them a smile, which seemed to make the little one smile back as I said.

"Oh nothing really, I just wanted to compliment you all on making such good food for everyone, it's quite nice."

The little guy was now bouncing up and down, glad to know that I was finding him and everyone else who worked down here's effort to be good.

Though as he opened his mouth, probably to try and convince me to come and eat some of the food that was already being set on the nearby tables to be ready for dinner tonight, I made sure to speak first and said.

"Though, I hope you wouldn't mind following a little change in preference for me. Nothing big mind you, just would you mind switching out my drink for some normal water? I would ever be grateful." The words weren't natural for me to say, mostly because of how I worded my request but it seemed to pay off as the little guy nodded frantically before saying.

"Yes, mister student! Nitwin's will make sures ofs it!" Nitwin? That's an interesting name, I'll make sure to remember it though as he seems nice enough and probably wouldn't mind if I came down here every now and again.

Still, I gave the elf a big smile, which I'll be honest hurt my lips and jaw a bit but he seemed to glad that I was happy so I just said.