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Ameh 
Every answer she gave him seemed to just lead to more questions.
"Begging your pardon, professor, but I don't think phoenixes can simply be bought and sold. They're known for being downright difficult, if not impossible, to domesticate in most situations... but when someone does manage to form a rapport with one, the phoenix is theirs for life. At least that's what's said when you study up on them as much as I've done. They form a bond with one person until that person's death, and then they disappear instead of searching for a new master." He paused. "My guess would be that the sold phoenix wouldn't have stayed sold for more than a few minutes. They're not stupid."
How often was it made? Raiden raised an eyebrow, clearly nonplussed. How was she a master in her field? Just how?
"More often than you'd think, I'd venture to guess. Considering a student made and slipped it to me when I was sixteen." He bit his lip again, clearly trying to decide if what he was thinking of saying was worth saying at all.
Apparently it was, because his mouth opened once more.
"Even if it's not commonly made... it still seems farfetched for this to be an ingredient. Seeing as I've spent most of my life almost dying in St. Mungos, and they couldn't manage to get ahold of a few drops to fix the rather small thing that almost killed me."
If it were used even rarely as a potions ingredient, then it should have been possible to get it to fix his heart. As a hospital hadn't even been able to procure it... this entire thing was dubious.
"I'm not trying to be disrespectful at all, Professor. In the end, I'm just wondering if this ingredient is even necessary in the potion, since it's been given to me before by someone who probably didn't have phoenix tears at their disposal. There are so many less frivolous ways to use what's quite possibly the most powerful magical substance known to Wizardkind than this..."
The entire time he spoke, through every word he gave in answer, his voice remained calm.
"This is not the time. I do believe I said we are moving on in the potion lesson, Prefect." She said... Yes, the donor story may have not been
all true... but she couldn't very well explain the intricacies of her contacts at the black market in Knockturn Alley...
She then looked at Raiden and leaned forward so only he could hear her, "If you wish to continue this... disruption, we can do so in detention. Though you will not be able to compete in task two. I suggest you let me continue my class." That was her only warning.
Her good mood was now spoiled.
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MissGlee Luna started to crush the yellow moonstone. A de-aging potion? That was so cool! It would definitely help when she was 29. We would be trying it? That would be a great experience since Luna didn't remember her toddler years. As she began to grind it into a powder she wondered if there was a potion for every single thing that every wizard ever wanted. That would be handy. Luna finally finished up grinding the yellow moonstone. "Is this okay Professor?" she asked, just making sure, in case she accidentally blew up the whole classroom.
She looked at the girl's powder. "Yes." She said and moved on.
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ToryMalfoy Tory was making a mess crushing the yellow moonstone, she soon realised. While stirring with her left hand and picking up the moonstone with the other she thought of a question. After she had added the lacewing flies and stirred (twice clockwise and five times counter clockwise) she raised her right hand which was now empty.
"Professor, How much does this potion change one? As in how many years will one get younger?" she asked.
"You will become a toddler." She repeated. "Two, three years old. Depending on the strength." She turned to the rest of the class.
"Next step." She said and summonned the knotgrass. She layed it on a wooden board and took out her silver knife. "Lay it, tip side to your left and run your silver knife through it, sliding it from top to bottom, never re-cutting the same spot." She demonstrated.