Herbology
Poking at the plant before him, he grimaced. What was he supposed to do with this thing again? Squeeze the pus? How disgusting! Looking up at his fellow Slytherins, he shook his head at their questioning glances, waiting for his command.
The Slytherin prince glared at a specific Gryffindor across the room, which had already started. Three glass bottles sealed gleamed beside him, full of the obtained pus.
Stupid Longbottom. Draco mused. Him and his plants. They are plants! Shaking his head at the absurdity of this obsession of Neville’s, he decided to let Crabbe do all the nasty work.
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