"Mister Potter, while I endorse supporting your classmate's success, I must ask that you complete you own task first," she looked pointedly at his snail, whose eyes were slowly looking from the Transfiguration Professor to Harry; Harry hadn’t even attempted to vanish the thing. He wanted to wait for Hermione to succeed first, as she’d started to look vaguely suspicious with the ease at which he’d completed the work assigned by Flitwick, and positively gobsmacked that he’d received homework unique to him. He couldn’t hold her reaction against her, remembering his own reaction once-upon-a-time when Ron had been picked to be a prefect over him.