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Arthur assisted Snape in his Potions class.
His class was In the dimly lit dungeon, with bubbling cauldrons and shelves overflowing with strange herbs and ingredients.
"If I may ask, what are these herbs for, Professor Snape?"
Arthur asked, pointing towards a cluster of plants with silvery leaves and vibrant purple flowers.
Snape responded without his usual sarcasm. He didn't need to be mean to someone other than Harry Potter.
"That is Dittany. A powerful healing herb with remarkable restorative properties. We are going to use it to make a healing potion."
As a double agent for both Dumbledore and Voldemort, Snape's actions were often shrouded in ambiguity.
His harsh treatment of Harry was just a facade, designed to protect the boy while maintaining his cover within Voldemort's inner circle.
Arthur knew about all of that and intended to change Snape's cruel fate.
He had cast a powerful magic on him in secret. He would not die like in the book he read or the movie he had watched.
Snape maintained his usual professional demeanor as he instructed Arthur, ensuring that every word and concept was clearly understood.
Arthur, in turn, absorbed the knowledge with attention, recognizing the value of his teachings.
He knew that each lesson, each piece of his advice, would be beneficial to him when he climbed the dungeon again.
"I can modify his potion recipes by substituting some ingredients with my dragon blood. This would make the potions more potent."
Despite Arthur becoming a lot stronger after he became a dragon, he was still aware that he wasn't immortal.
The transformation hadn't made him invincible. He could still be injured, perhaps even killed.
He couldn't afford to be complacent, to rely on his draconic power forever as he knew from Great Red and Ophis that there were many beings that could kill him as easily as breathing.
He needed to be proactive, to anticipate danger and equip himself to face it head-on.
And in this preemptive strategy, potions would play the sub role of his survival.
He envisioned potions as his second lifeline after his powerful healing factor, his insurance against the life threatening situation.
After a while.
Snape's voice, typically laced with a hint of disdain, rang through the potions classroom.
"That concludes today's lesson. Ten points to Mister Arthur Leywin Stark."
Arthur's demonstration during the potion-making session had been nothing short of exemplary.
His every movement was precise, his understanding of the potion formula showed clearly to everyone.
Even Snape, with his discerning eye and penchant for finding faults, couldn't deny the brilliant mind of Arthur.
A wave of astonishment swept through the room.
The Slytherins, accustomed to Snape's partiality, were stunned into silence.
The Gryffindors, while pleasantly surprised, couldn't hide their bewilderment.
The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws exchanged wide-eyed glances.
To think Snape would give points to someone outside his favorite house.
"Thank you so much, Professor."
Even though Arthur had read all the books and watched all the movies in the Harry Potter series multiple times.
He still couldn't grasp the actual purpose of the house point system.
To him, they seemed to serve no real function other than to create unnecessary rivalry and tension between the four houses.
Snape swept out of the classroom, his black robes billowing behind him.
Arthur could clearly see that he was in a hurry.
"Dumbledor must have called him for something urgent. It's probably about Voldemort."
Arthur was curious so he decided to spy on him using magic.
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Lucius Malfoy stood in a dimly lit corner of the room, his pale face etched with concern as he conversed with his fellow Death Eaters.
"The muggle world has changed,"
His companion hissed, his eyes darting around the room to ensure their privacy.
"They are constantly watching us."
Lucius raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Watching us? How is that possible? They don't possess magic."
The other Death Eater leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"They have developed new technologies, surveillance systems that can track our movements, monitor our communications..."
Lucius scoffed.
"Muggle contraptions are no match for our magic."
"Don't underestimate them,"
His fellow Death Eater warned.
"They are becoming more sophisticated, more aware of our existence. They may not understand our magic, but they are learning to detect it, to counter it."
A chill ran down Lucius' spine. The thought of muggles, those insignificant beings without magic, prying into their world, tracking their every move, was unsettling.
It threatened the secrecy and power that the Death Eaters had always enjoyed.
"We need to be more cautious, We can no longer operate with impunity. We must adapt, find new ways to conceal our activities, to evade their detection."
Lucius nodded slowly.
The world was changing, and the Death Eaters needed to change with it.
They could not afford to be complacent, to underestimate their enemies, even if those enemies were mere muggles. The stakes were too high, the consequences too dire.
Every follower of the dark lord knew the unspoken rule. Prove your worth, or face the consequences.
Should they fail to meet his exacting standards, they would be deemed expendable, mere pawns to be discarded in his relentless pursuit of power.
And as Lucious was speaking with the other Death Eaters. He noticed his familiar approach to him, carrying a letter. He assumed it was from his son.
His expression shifted as he extracted the letter from its envelope and began to read.
"Everyone, I have a report from my son. The muggle has initiated their plan and already infiltrated Hogwats, we must take action immediately."