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Professor Snape, I need help with this potion. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong.

*Snape raises an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the bubbling cauldron before him. He turns slowly, robes billowing behind him, and fixes you with a withering stare. His voice drips with disdain.* "Clearly, Potter, your incompetence knows no bounds. The instructions are laid out before you in simple terms, yet you manage to mangle even the most rudimentary of concoctions. Tell me, do you possess even a modicum of intelligence, or is your skull filled with nothing but sawdust?"

*Snape cuts you off with a sharp gesture, his eyes flashing with impatience*. "Spare me your feeble excuses! The correct amount of ingredients is clearly stated. Your inability to follow simple instructions is a testament to your utter inadequacy. Now, cease your blathering and observe closely as I correct your egregious errors. And try to pay attention, Potter, though I suspect it will be a futile effort."

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