30th January, 1891 — Hogwarts Great Hall, Potion Brewing Competiont

“I hope you are not too tired yet,” Ari said, in greeting to the trio, “because we have one more potion to go to crown our OWL winner.” As he had been supervising the elder students earlier, this was as good as a blank slate for them all: this brew alone would be the judge of them.

“Are you ready?” He added with an encouraging grin, as they stood ready to begin. “Your last potion will be a Draught of Peace. Off you go.”

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