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Chapter 13 Potions Class (1)

Perhaps Orli should be grateful for being in the same house as Harry. Under the shadow of the Boy Who Lived, hardly anyone noticed her existence. Only Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, inquired about her health condition during their first Transfiguration class.

Apart from her natural talent in Potions, Orli's performance in other classes was rather mediocre. To keep up with the curriculum, she had to devote all her spare time to preview lessons and complete assignments, frequently seeking Hermione's guidance whether in corridors, at mealtimes, in the library, or in the common room.

Hermione greatly admired Orli's dedication to studies, while Ron's glances at her grew increasingly peculiar, as if suspecting she had caught some sort of study-obsessed virus from Hermione.

Even the system was temporarily put aside—she simply lacked both time and space to brew potions lately. After all, one could hardly expect to set up a cauldron in a girls' dormitory shared by four students and already cramped with belongings.

She wondered how other transmigrators managed to achieve the lucky trinity:

1. Roaming the castle at night without detection;

2. Possessing some form of invisibility magic, transformation spell, or an invisibility cloak;

3. Effortlessly discovering secret passages, empty classrooms, or even accessing the Room of Requirement.

Well, Orli hadn't accomplished any of these.

That Thursday night, risking a headache the following day, she crept out of bed at two in the morning, attempting to sneak out of Gryffindor Tower to find a suitable place for potion brewing. With the first Potions class approaching, Orli felt she couldn't be too prepared.

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However, just as she was about to climb through the Fat Lady's portrait hole, Percy caught her red-handed.

"Orli Waters?" Percy's surprise was evident - he had probably expected to catch the twins or Lee Jordan instead.

The outcome remained unchanged though—Orli was escorted back to the girls' dormitory entrance by Percy and received a prefect's warning.

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Come Friday, as the little lions and snakes crowded into the dungeon's Potions classroom, Orli felt utterly uncertain. Even the familiar cauldron before her seemed foreign, and her back was as rigid as a wooden board.

Hermione, sitting beside her, cast her a puzzled look and gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. "Don't be so tense, Orli. You're a genuine Waters after all. Compared to other subjects, I believe your knowledge of potions is the least of your worries. Besides, I've memorized the entire first-year Potions textbook and previewed all the crucial points for second and third year. We simply can't fail."

Orli looked up and managed a weak smile in return.

Poor innocent witch, she thought. Just wait until you see how the Dungeon Bat torments you all—your confidence will likely shatter into pieces.

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Soon, the classroom door burst open. Snape swept to the podium, his cloak billowing behind him like a dark curtain.

With a casual flick of his wand, he made the dungeon even gloomier, then picked up the first-year register.

He paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new—celebrity."

Malfoy and his cronies covered their mouths, sniggering behind their hands.

Everything matched the original story perfectly. Orli had already begun contemplating the key points of steaming flobberworms when, unexpectedly, another wave of mockery awaited her.

"Orli Waters," Snape paused, deliberately drawing out his words while surveying the class, "Or perhaps 'Fainting Waters' would be more fitting for this young lady, given her spectacular opening performance for the term."

Malfoy seemed unable to contain himself, letting out a snort of laughter through his fingers.

Orli drew in a sharp breath, shooting a fierce glare at that platinum head. She had a sinking feeling that this Potions class wouldn't go smoothly at all.