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The death thing was unfortunately likely that Thursday night when Harry snuck back to the potions classroom after his detention to lightly coat the inside of every first year's cauldrons with eucalyptus sap. Friday morning when the first year class made their antiseptic solutions, the solution's ingredients should react with the sap to create a bubbling green liquid with fumes that worked like laughing gas.
Harry fidgeted during his free period rather than getting anything done. When potions let out, he was waiting on the first floor at the top of the steps that all of Gryffindor House used to get to the dungeons. When Ron gave him a thumbs up, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. As Ron and Hermione hurried to the mirror on the fourth floor where they were doing their brewing, Harry grabbed Neville's arm.
"Was anyone hurt?"
Neville blinked then shook his head. He bit his lip a moment then blurted "But Snape laughed." He shuddered. "It was terrifying."
Harry literally felt himself blanch.
Severus Snape… laughed…in front of students…
'He's going to murder me!'
His Own Man, Chapter 17
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