Outside the classroom, the sky was overcast with heavy clouds, promising a heavy downpour before long. Birds circled low in the air, accompanied by the harsh, discordant cawing of a few crows that needlessly frayed one's nerves.
Professor Horace Slughorn’s potions classes were always witty and humorous. The man would use all sorts of eccentric topics to capture the young wizards' interest, effortlessly drilling knowledge into their minds.
Originally, that was how it always went.
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