... the bottle. “One of these should have what your looking for.” Harry reached down for one of the volumes, but Hermione slapped his hand away. “First we test my potion. Then I help you look.” She pushed the bottle into his hands and took a quill and parchment.
Harry glanced at the blue liquid unsurely. “So I just drink it?” Hermione nodded. “Not all of it, I still need some to present in class. Just a mouthful should do.”
Harry pulled the stopped from the top and sniffed the potion. It had a faint hint of liquorish for some reason. “Cheers.” He muttered and took a deep swig and placed the stopped back in place.
Is stomach gurgled angrily and he felt cold in his centre. He told these symptoms to Hermione who copied them down onto the parchment. “Anything else?” She inquired eagerly. He shook his head. “Maybe that’s all.” He muttered. Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “Possibly.” From a pocket in her robes she pulled a small pin. “Give me your hand. If the potion works, this won’t hurt a bit.
Harry was glad she was testing him with only a pin and willingly stuck out his hand. Hermione jabbed the pin onto his finger. The metal sank straight into his flesh and Harry yanked back his hand, yelling in surprise and agony. He gripped his hand tightly and slowly worked the needle out. Hermione pulled a tissue out of her robes and handed it to him. Harry wrapped it around his wound, blood...