"Honestly, I really don't want to pretend I'm an expert at teaching," Aberforth said, pulling four bottles of Butterbeer from beneath the counter and setting them on the worn wooden surface.
Albert paid eight Sickles, then reached across to grab the four bottles and distributed them among the others.
Aberforth dropped the Sickles into the wooden till and picked up where he had left off. "The magic we use doesn't just have a single way of being cast. Wizards have further refined magic, making it adapt to the caster's will—that belongs to a much more advanced application of magic."
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