A thought came to Jory when Anna said that she had confidence in their potion. "So, would you drink the potion then?'' he asked with a wink. He was kidding of course, She didn't have to if she didn't want to.

"Sure go ahead,'' the Puffer responded and shoved the jar of caterpillars towards her. He'd better get started on preparing the ingredients too. He had to smash the horned slug, so using the flat side of his clean knife, Jory carefully pressed on the slug. He found it a quite disgusting thing to do but it must be done.

After the seventh year was done with the slug, he retrieved a mortar and pestle. "Scourgify!'' he said. Just in case it was dirty. He counted out a few scoops of nettles in the mortar and began to crush them. After they were reduced to a powder, he added the remaining scoops and crushed those as well.

"You can cut the five daisies, Anna,'' Jory said. And then after that they could start brewing. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to having my sister going on and on.'' Not recently, though. He tried not to think of his sister.