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Madam
Pince
held
the
note
up
to
the
light
,
as
though
determined
to
detect
a
forgery
,
but
it
passed
the
test
.
She
stalked
away
between
the
lofty
shelves
and
returned
several
minutes
later
carrying
a
large
and
moldy-looking
book
.
Hermione
put
it
carefully
into
her
bag
and
they
left
,
trying
not
to
walk
too
quickly
or
look
too
guilty
.
Five
minutes
later
,
they
were
barricaded
in
Moaning
Myrtle
's
out-of-order
bathroom
once
again
.
Hermione
had
overridden
Ron
's
objections
by
pointing
out
that
it
was
the
last
place
anyone
in
their
right
minds
would
go
,
so
they
were
guaranteed
some
privacy
.
Moaning
Myrtle
was
crying
noisily
in
her
stall
,
but
they
were
ignoring
her
,
and
she
them
.
Hermione
opened
Moste
Potente
Potions
carefully
,
and
the
three
of
them
bent
over
the
damp-spotted
pages
.
It
was
clear
from
a
glance
why
it
belonged
in
the
Restricted
Section
.
Some
of
the
potions
had
effects
almost
too
gruesome
to
think
about
,
and
there
were
some
very
unpleasant
illustrations
,
which
included
a
man
who
seemed
to
have
been
turned
inside
out
and
a
witch
sprouting
several
extra
pairs
of
arms
out
of
her
head
.
"
Here
it
is
,
"
said
Hermione
excitedly
as
she
found
the
page
headed
The
Polyjuice
Potion
.
It
was
decorated
with
drawings
of
people
halfway
through
transforming
into
other
people
.
Harry
sincerely
hoped
the
artist
had
imagined
the
looks
of
intense
pain
on
their
faces
.
"
This
is
the
most
complicated
potion
I
've
ever
seen
,
"
said
Hermione
as
they
scanned
the
recipe
.
"
Lacewing
flies
,
leeches
,
fluxweed
,
and
knotgrass
,
"
she
murmured
,
running
her
finger
down
the
list
of
ingredients
.
"
Well
,
they
're
easy
enough
,
they
're
in
the
student
store-cupboard
,
we
can
help
ourselves
...
Oooh
,
look
,
powdered
horn
of
a
bicorn
-
do
n't
know
where
we
're
going
to
get
that
-
shredded
skin
of
a
boomslang
-
.
that
'll
be
tricky
,
too
and
of
course
a
bit
of
whoever
we
want
to
change
into
.
"
"
Excuse
me
?
"
said
Ron
sharply
.
"
What
d'you
mean
,
a
bit
of
whoever
we
're
changing
into
?
I
'm
drinking
nothing
with
Crabbe
's
toenails
in
it
--
"
Hermione
continued
as
though
she
had
n't
heard
him
.
"
We
do
n't
have
to
worry
about
that
yet
,
though
,
because
we
add
those
bits
last
...
"
Ron
turned
,
speechless
,
to
Harry
,
who
had
another
worry
.
