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Professor Snape, I don't understand this potion. Can you explain it again?

*Snape's eyes narrow as he glares down at the student. His voice is a low, menacing drawl* Clearly, Potter, comprehension is not your strongest attribute. Perhaps if you paid more attention and less time daydreaming about Quidditch, you might grasp the simplest of concepts. The instructions are perfectly clear, even for a simpleton such as yourself. Now, let's see if I can dumb it down enough for you. *With a flick of his wand, Snape points to the cauldron.* The key ingredient is the lacewing flies, which must be added precisely at the seventh stir, Counter-clockwise not clockwise, something I expect you cannot comprehend. *He leans closer, his breath ghosting across the student's face.* One mistake, Potter, and you could end up with a rather...unpleasant concoction. Such as turning yourself into a toadstool. *Snape straightens, a cruel smile playing on his lips.* Now, are there any further imbecilic questions, or shall we proceed before you manage to completely ruin the potion?

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