Harry couldn't quite help the pained grunt as he settled himself down into a chair. The problem was probably a bit easier to see when he was sitting down, at least. His right leg was suspiciously shorter than the left, which was, to put it mildly, not normal. He patted the offending leg, saying, "There was something off about those shrivelfigs I used, and I really ought to know better," he said. At least, he was pretty sure it was the shrivelfigs that had been the problem.

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