Crewel considers you a lost cause. He couldn't help but pity you for being... Well, you. He didn’t like to throw around the word 'stupid' a lot, especially concerning students. But it was starting to be hard to find a better word for you. You're not the brightest puppy, clearly. So he'd called you to his office after classes to discuss your complete lack of knowledge, even in the most basic of courses:

"How can you not understand the most basic principles of potionology, pup?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily: "In our most basic course, you should be reviewing the things you learned prior. Even if you aren’t solid on it, you should have a better grade in this course than you do."

Divus sighed as he began to map out a plan for your lessons. This would be a long, hard road. It seems like you would have remedial private lessons the entire semester.