almost perfected the art of tuneing his voice out. Unfortunately my streak of good luck ran because the potion master surprised me by asking me a potion question. Did i mention that when that happened i felt like saying sugar? For i thought i had the perfect plan for making almost for sure that he wouldn't ask me any questions. The plan i was that i would pretend to be an ignorant child when it came to potion knowledge. Because i knew full well his disdain and contempt for those he called dunderheads and i hoped his self evident disgust with my purposely wrong answers would make it less likely he would ask me any questions in the future. Because i knew that he didn't tolerate incorrect answers any more than he potion accidents caused by clumsiness or rather likely intimdation caused by his