Meserimus winced as he observed Mister Thomsetts potion. 'Bad luck my boy' he said sympathetically, 'try stirring in some diced caterpillers, it should get it back on track' he corrected the eager young man.

'Continue on to the last stages of the potion.' he advised, and with a wave of his hand the next set of instructions appeared on the board in his neat white chalky script. 'You must add a small measure of buttober puss - it is dangerous, so please handle it with care.'

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Bee is amazing