Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The second round of the Wizarding Schools Potions Championship arrived quietly as the night receded.
Early in the morning, Albert woke up from a deep sleep, stretched lazily, got dressed, and washed up before heading downstairs for breakfast. Right at the stairwell, he ran into Professor Slughorn, who was yawning—the elderly man clearly was not used to getting up early.
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