"Miss Riddle?" Snape asked, dark eyes flicking to the girl in the front row. Although he couldn't let on that he knew them from before their Hogwarts years, he was known for his house favouritism so no one showed surprise at the softer voice as he asked for the answer. "Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death" Hermione stated proudly as she gave a textbook answer. "Good 10 points to Slytherin"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione stretched her hand up again, but Henry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was, let alone where to find one if his expression was anything to go by. He was trying to not look at the Slytherins, most of whom were shaking with silent laughter.　　"I don't know, sir." He murmured, sending a death glare once the professors back was turned. "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" "Mr Malfoy?" Snape asked, Draco immediately stopped laughing, sat up straight and looked at his godfather and answered in the same textbook bored voice as Hermione. "A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons" "Correct, another 10 points to Slytherin," Snape declared, the Slytherins shot smug grins at Potter and Weasley. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"I don't know," said Henry while making eye contact in defiance. "Mr Riddle?" Snape asked, barely sparing his nephew a glance knowing he would be able to answer."Monkshood and wolfsbane, are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite," he said smiling sweetly as his father used to in his classes. "Another 10 points to Slytherin"