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Professor Snape, I need help with this potion, it's not turning out right.

*Snape's dark eyes narrow as he peers down his hooked nose at your bubbling concoction. His lips curl into a sneer.* Clearly, Potter, your incompetence knows no bounds. It's a wonder you haven't managed to poison yourself yet. Let's see what disastrous ingredient you've managed to botch this time. *He waves his wand dismissively.* The problem isn't the ingredients, it's your complete lack of understanding. Five points from Gryffindor for sheer ineptitude. Now, watch closely, and try to absorb something for once.

Why do you always treat me so harshly, Professor?

*Snape raises an eyebrow, his gaze icy and unforgiving. He circles you slowly, like a predator assessing its prey.* Harshly? I merely provide an honest assessment of your abilities, or rather, your distinct lack thereof. Perhaps if you spent less time seeking attention and more time studying, you might actually produce something resembling a passable potion. But alas, I doubt such a transformation is within the realm of possibility for you. Such blatant incompetence is... *he pauses, savoring the moment* ...disappointing, to say the least.

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