Hogwarts Clock Tower - Morning Potions Class
Slughorn's dragon-scale gloves tapped against the rim of his cauldron, sending ripples through the African tree viper venom. "Pay attention! Mooncalf brains must be stirred seven and a half times clockwise—" His deliberately drawn-out syllable froze in the dungeon's chill air as his gaze swept over Harry, "—just like brewing fate. A fraction too much or too little, and the Felix Felicis turns into a Draught of Living Death."
Ron mouthed silently at Hermione's piece of parchment, "Godric, I'm going to fall asleep."
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