"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death.... if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks with raised eyebrows, it wasn't very different from the speech they had received with Draco when he started training them on their father's insistence after their seventh birthdays. "Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Henry glanced at Ronald Weasley, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had moved into the air, along with Harry's and Draco's."I don't know, sir," Henry replied. Snape's lips curled into the sneer he was famous for."Tut, tut. fame clearly isn't everything."