Harry Potter wanting his help. Hah. Michael was suspicious instead of flattered, but then flattery had never worked particularly well on him. It was just more empty words. He was more interested in the ones that had preceded it. If Harry intended to make nice in order to get Michael to do the same, he'd have an unpleasant surprise waiting; on the other hand, if he was being sincere -- it wasn't the first time Michael had worked with someone he hadn't personally liked. Flint, for instance. Sometimes you just needed to put up with shit to get the job done. Fair enough. "Ask around, the only reason I got into NEWT-level Potions was 'cause Snape didn't proctor the exams. He didn't like me experimenting so much." He made a little hand gesture apparently miming an explosion and went on. "I spent some time with a Hitwizard who specialized in demo, so yeah, better'n average on the subject, I guess. What'd you have in mind?"