Were they done yet? Olly felt like he'd been in that dungeon for ages. Well, classroom. He actually had been in the dungeon itself for a long time considering he lived there. But that was not the point. The point was that he wanted to get out of that classroom and do something...different. He was growing bored of brewing that potion, and he had started to fidget in his seat. Though now there were more instructions to distract him.

Moonstone, he had that prepared. He picked up all he had prepared and sprinkled it into the middle of the cauldron. Wait, should he have measured it first? Oh well, too late now. The next instruction had the word quickly and it frightened him. He grabbed the horns and threw them in as fast as he possibly could. The potion splashed a little, but Olly backed up so none of it got on him. There was a little bit on his table though. He would take care of that later.

The last instruction in this bunch was the salamander blood. Eight drops, added one by one. There was no way to add eight drops at once anyway. Olly dropped them in quickly, one after the other. It probably did not matter that there was barely time between them as long as there was at least a little bit of time. "Scourgify." He cleaned the drops of the potion off his table and waited for the last instructions. Could he leave yet?