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"English"
[French]
–Parseltongue–
{Talking on the Floocall/through Two-way mirror/through Patronus}
{Talking through Horcrux}
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
New chap with explanation of the potions and why they need them
Chapter XXVI
–Side-Effect–
Tuesday, 31 October 1972
CEP's POV
Eventually as the two were arguing over the Goblin's Revolutions the curtain was opened, making them look.
"My apologies, Professor, but if you don't go soon you will miss your class."
Marvolo looked at his pocketwatch and then nodded, standing.
"I'll finish reviewing your essays and then I'll bring them back." He offered towards Harry, who nodded. "Thank you for warning me, Poppy." He added before leaving.
Harry watched him go and then looked up at the food tray that Madam Pomfrey was setting before him.
"Did he just skip his lunch break?"
"Indeed." She agreed. "Let me guess: History isn't your favourite subject."
Harry shook his head.
"I hate it."
"And yet you two just spent an hour and half discussing it as if you were speaking about Quidditch instead."
Harry blushed and looked down at his tray, only to see a potion instead of water alongside his meal. He looked up confused.
"Potion?"
Madam Pomfrey looked at the glass.
"It's water."
Harry picked the glass and looked at it's translucent liquid against the light.
"No, this isn't water." He argued, being able to see the things swimming inside.
Madam Pomfrey picked the glass, picked her wand and pointed it at her eyes.
"Revelare!" And then she looked at the liquid in the glass the same way he did. "For someone as blind as you are, how can you see microscopic things?" The Witch wondered and Harry stuttered. "I'll send this to Professor Slughorn for check-up. For now we'll ask your House-elf to bring you food since we can't trust that what was put in water wasn't put in the rest as well."
Harry nodded as the woman stopped the spell, put the glass on the tray and took it away.
"Slippery." Voldemort's House-elf popped in and looked back expectantly. "I know I'm not your master, but Dobby is most likely busy setting up the Malfoy's banquet right now..."
"What can Slippery do for Young Nice Mistress?"
"Someone tried to drug my food and drink." Harry signalled the tray that Madam Pomfrey was taking away and Slippery nodded affronted. "And your Master has also not eaten lunch but he is about to enter class."
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