That all seemed disjointed and a little unhelpful, and Noble pushed his hand through his hair as he considered the ingredients. The combination was weird, but he thought he was onto something — a sprig of that, and some stuff that Ford didn't remember, about something that happened long enough ago that Ford didn't remember it, but was important enough that he wanted to ask about it.

"Most of these — strengthen other magic," Noble said, "So I think it'd be a potion like that. It's not the sort of thing people brew very often though." To be honest potions like that felt mostly pointless to Noble, who did not play around much with magic that wasn't potion-based. He'd had the NEWT grades to be a healer, but he'd never wanted that — just potions.

"It'd be easier if I could talk to whoever brewed it," Noble pointed out — he wanted to ask, and a few weeks ago he would have, but not things felt weird enough that he felt he couldn't. Still, he pointed it out — because obviously Ford was not brewing these potions if he couldn't figure out what they were.

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