I kept making new lines on my wrist.I thought I was better, so I went to potions.
Slughorn asked if I would like to go to a club called the slug club.
I said yes.
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Part 22
I kept making new lines on my wrist.I thought I was better, so I went to potions.
Slughorn asked if I would like to go to a club called the slug club.
I said yes.