Chapter 24 -

                                    

                                          
"What is Loki wearing?" Lisa frowned as she and Harry followed the other Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs into Professor Snape's classroom.
"Huh?" Harry blinked before staring at Loki who was perched on his shoulder whilst wearing what looked to be a miniature version of a World War One gas mask. "Just your standard health and safety equipment, ain't it?" He shrugged as he turned back to Lisa. "He wanted to see the class but doesn't want to smell the fumes and all that, obviously."
"Yeah, I suppose the potions would disturb his sense of smell," Lisa nodded.
"Actually, I believe he's wearing it because of Snape, the guy hasn't showered in like a week," Harry replied, Loki heard him and began furiously nodding his head.
"I don't think Professor Snape will let you bring Loki into his classroom," Lisa pointed out.
"Ah, but what you are forgetting is that Loki is a ninja, trained in the art of invisibility," Harry told her in a proud voice.
"Really?" Lisa stared at the two as they sat down in their seats.
"What's that behind you?" Harry asked innocently.
"Huh?" Lisa looked behind her. "I don't know what you mean, there's nothing there." She turned back and was about to say something when she realised that Loki was gone. "How the hell did he do that?!"
"Ancient Samurai trick number four-hundred and ninety-seven," Harry explained with a serene smile.
"Samurai?" Lisa repeat in a confused voice. "I thought you said that he was trained in the art of ninja, how the hell could he be a samurai?"
"Loki is trained in multiple arts," Harry answered easily. "He actually specialises in water paintings though," He added just as the door to the classroom slammed open, hitting a Hufflepuff boy that hadn't yet sat down, knocking him straight off his feet. Not that Professor Snape appeared to notice as he stormed in, looking more murderous than ever before. A seemingly permanent look of anger on his face, combined with a twitching right eye along with furious and loud walking told everyone just what kind of mood the 'beloved' teacher was in. Something that didn't help matters was the large bottle of alcohol in his left hand.
"Yeah, I'm drunk, what of it?!" He demanded as he sat on his desk and glared at them allow whilst taking a particularly lengthy sip from his bottle. "Stupid Black got off, can you believe it? I hate the Blacks!" He growled before drinking more from his bottles, missing the whispers of racism from the other students. "I hate the male Blacks and I hate the female Blacks almost as much! The women are mad and the men are stupid! Stupid Blacks!"
"I left America, why do I still have to listen to racism?" Harry whispered to Lisa.
"It's entirely possible he's referring to Sirius and his family, you know? The Black family," Lisa said reasonably.
"Nah, it's just racism," Harry said confidently. "He seems the type."
"The Blacks are good for nothings scums, should've never been allowed into our world." Snape continued to moan before shooting a glare at Harry. "I blame you, Potter!" He said accusingly.
"What?!" Harry blurted out.
"You saved that..." A hiccup blurted out from Snape, interrupting him. "...Um...where was I?" He asked drunkenly.